Takeshigerō was a kaiseki-ryōri restaurant that had been building up a reputation for itself in Tokyo of late, securing three Michelin stars within the first two years of its opening.

This was a reservation-only restaurant, and no photography was allowed. Every single table was situated in rooms with exceptional privacy, and the classic Nipponese-style construction, soft tatami mats, and faint incense fragrance in the air gave the entire place a Zen-filled aura.

It was already 1 AM, clearly not within business hours, but those rules only applied to the majority, and there were always some people who transcended beyond the rules.

Iwasaki Kyōya was clearly among that type of people.

One delectable dish after another was brought on, and despite the late hour, the entire restaurant was brightly lit. The hostess of the restaurant was wearing a beautiful kimono and an equally gorgeous smile. The tip for this meal alone exceeded a million NPY, and she couldn't help but smile at the image of Fukuzawa Yukichi on the 10,000 NPY bills.

Iwasaki Kyōya closed his eyes with a blissful expression as he swallowed a mouthful of bluefin tuna belly. The intramuscular fat was completely...