Simultaneously, in another part of the city, the Prime Minister of Japan had vacated his office, en-route to Nara.
The farm he intended to visit was merely half an hour away.
He was traversing the distance via helicopter.
A ceaseless journey, some might suggest.
Within the helicopter, the secretary at his side abruptly received a phone call, then turned to the Prime Minister with a perturbed look, seeming reluctant to share the information.
"What's the problem? Speak out!"
The Prime Minister, a man weathered by countless adversities, sensed something of import must have occurred.
Still, given his high-ranking position, he had grown resilient to unexpected challenges.
"All the artifacts are forgeries, aren't they?"
