China was late. Well, a little. By the standards of some Westerners, he was practically on time.
He hadn't been sure whether to be punctual or dismissive about today's meeting -- the letter calling them here had sounded rather a lot like one of America's (bad) 'April Fool's' jokes. Old nations, re-appearing? Nations died, and they stayed dead. That was one thing China had been able to observe with his own eyes over the millennia.
Though -- well. If it were true, that would mean --
He caught the door to the meeting room as it closed. Re-opening it, China walked inside and immediately spotted, in front of him, the back of an unmistakable hakama.