Nikkei, After Hours

Forward-Looking Statements

A Black Copper Marans rooster in a midnight navy pinstripe suit and white spread-collar shirt seated alone at the far end of a long birch conference table in a minimalist boardroom, a fountain pen and stack of documents before him, floor-to-ceiling windows showing a city skyline at blue hour dusk

The ink was still drying and already someone had calculated what it meant per second. He signed without reading — not from carelessness, but from the particular faith of a man who has always believed the future would arrive whether or not anyone was ready for it.

10 April 2026

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