Somehow, it's the maybe that's much more alarming than most of the world. Even with the ravages of the Great War still in Minato's recent memory, a global disaster is too broad to wrap the mind around, enough to discount as something from a completely unrecognizable world. But the detail of only some places like Tokyo surviving is enough to spark the imagination.

There's too long a silence; Minato's face is a composed mask, faint smile and all.

"As I say, it may have no bearing on my Japan. I only asked to see if you needed more context."

He turns (definitely not to cover his discomfort) back to head around the corner he came from, which leads to a different alleyway. There's fewer people here, just a couple of otoroshi sitting on an awning and gossipping. "...I imagine they'll contact you about your housing soon, it's probably backed up. One of the apartment buildings in my district burned down during the crisis, for instance. I don't think anyone was hurt, but still..."