January 13th in Tokyo, Japan, the weather, clear.
Located in the Setagaya district of Tokyo, there is a Ryuukawa Avenue. Yusuf Zuck, clutching the piece of paper in his hand, took a taxi to 89 Ryuukawa Avenue.
There were no high-rises here, just a private courtyard. At the gate stood a signboard inscribed with "Ono Kendo Hall." Even though the script was Japanese, these few characters were similar enough to Chinese characters that Yusuf could recognize them at a glance. He had found the place he was searching for.
Moreover, it seemed a funeral was being held here, as the gate was wrapped with white cloth on both sides and there were two mourners dressed in funeral robes to welcome the guests. There was also the sound of a funeral dirge coming from inside.
The gate stood open, and cars drove in from time to time. Many more mourners in funeral robes stood at the steps of a house inside, graciously ushering in the visiting mourners.