Nakai stepped into the office.
"Nakai. My holiness has summoned me to Rome. I must leave immediately."
The editor rose from his seat, and tears welling from his eyes, he continued.
"You are the best. I would not trust this to anyone but you."
As the editor spoke his final, intense words, he snapped his fingers, and a secret compartment in the room opened. Inside were robes of the finest velvet, and a crown of the purest gold.
"Put them on, fresh emperor."
Nakai nodded, and dressed in his regal garments. He was truly a king now.
"Now, my successor. I must test you."
Nakai was ready. His father was watching from the heavens, smiling. He could hear his words now.
"SON."
"YOU ARE A NAKAI."
The editor gazed into Nakai's pure eyes, and gave his challenge.
"Cancel +Natural."
Nakai thought for a moment, before delivering his answer.
"No…"