Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 434 - 432: Don’t Blame Us for Flipping the Table if You’re So Selfish_1
Kamiya High School, Kendo club.
The loud noise from Mount Fuji at noon didn’t affect this place. During summer vacation, members of the Kendo club still had to practice at school. As a powerhouse in Sword Dao, Kamiya High School’s training for its Kendo club was almost militarized. During training periods, mobile phone use was strictly prohibited. Every summer, after participating in the Jade Dragon Flag, a collective training camp was held.
Sunaga Takashi continued his practice in the center as usual.
After the Tsuhara Research Institute was destroyed, research on Superhuman Potion X halted. Although Tsukahara Hikoshiro left behind many manuscripts, those heavily personalized papers weren’t easily deciphered. Moreover, Tsukahara Hikoshiro was the top domestic expert in this field. This was why he could lead the research institute. To put it bluntly, with his death, research on Superhuman Potion X had entered a phase awaiting abandonment. The related research data was merely preserved. When research would restart depended on whether anyone could take over.
If no one took over, there was no need for anyone to participate in experiments, and Sunaga Takashi returned to his daily life. He wasn’t bothered and continued his daily Sword Dao practice.
Ruriko Yokoo was very concerned. In her view, all medicines carry risks, let alone Superhuman Potion X, which affected the human body. With its abrupt cessation, who could guarantee there wouldn’t be future side effects? However, her worry was useless; that area of knowledge was beyond her understanding. Even the country’s top experts couldn’t clearly explain Superhuman Potion X, let alone a high school student like her. Regarding grades, she was only average in her class and wouldn’t get into Tokyo University.
Ruriko Yokoo sighed lightly, indifferent to the rampant online discussions. If Mount Fuji was gone, it was gone. Besides, according to the experts, its disappearance wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Sunaga Takashi stopped swinging his sword and walked over.
Ruriko Yokoo handed him a cup of tea, her voice laced with concern, "Takashi, are you feeling okay?"
"I’m fine," Sunaga Takashi replied, taking the cup and sipping from it.
Ruriko Yokoo looked at him and sighed. "The Jade Dragon Flag is the day after tomorrow. Please don’t overexert yourself. Stop immediately if you feel anything wrong with your body."
"Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious." Sunaga Takashi shook his head.
Ruriko Yokoo began to nag again, "Aohana Vine is deliberately keeping Yutaro Shidori out of this national tournament. They’re playing a strategy of pitting a lesser horse against a superior one, clearly intending to catch us off guard at the Jade Dragon Flag. As the national tournament’s runner-up, their strength can’t be underestimated."
"Don’t worry, I will win," Sunaga Takashi replied indifferently.
He was participating in the Jade Dragon Flag purely to achieve what he hadn’t the previous year and to set a new record for the competition—nothing more.
Ruriko Yokoo added, "Undoubtedly, Aozawa from Brilliant high school will also participate in this Jade Dragon Flag."
Hearing this name, Sunaga Takashi finally showed some interest. "I hope he’s gotten stronger."
"Yes," Ruriko Yokoo replied, though in her heart, she just wished he would be alright; that would be the best outcome. She might be overthinking, but anyone would worry about potential side effects if someone they cared about took a drug with unknown effects.
「Meanwhile.」
Chiyoda District, inside the Prime Minister’s residence.
An emergency meeting was underway in the tea room, attended by the six major financial conglomerates, representatives from Phoenix Academy, and the Prime Minister.
Previously, they had contacted various factions. Countries like the United States, the United Kingdom, and France all had collaborators from the six major financial conglomerates and Phoenix Academy, as well as members of the Silver Hexagram. Call after call was made, cup after cup of tea consumed. They appeared busy but had received no useful information. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖
Now, they could only wait for communication from the Minister of State and the Secretary of State. They hoped to see if the other side could be persuaded to open up and give them a chance to join the investigation.
Waiting was always agonizing. Even these powerful individuals couldn’t help feeling anxious, but they were skilled at maintaining composure, engaging in small talk to keep the atmosphere relaxed.
Phoenix Academy Maggie stood behind her mother. Unable to look at the floor, her gaze drifted and landed on the remarkably developed chest of a young girl present.
Her mind was filled with questions. All she knew was that the U.S. Army had already set up an offensive perimeter of barbed wire outside and built temporary watchtowers. Another brigade of U.S. troops was stationed there. Equipment and supplies were continuously transported in, clearly intending to transform the area into a temporary U.S. military base. This was predictable. An asteroid capable of obliterating Mount Fuji, yet whose destructive impact didn’t spread outward, was clearly no ordinary object. To those in high places, it was almost certainly an otherworldly treasure or something similar.
Even Phoenix Academy Maggie began to doubt her original conjecture. She couldn’t understand Aozawa’s motive if he were behind this. One could attribute evil deeds to malice, but surely not the disappearance of a mountain. Could she have been mistaken all along? Or perhaps Aozawa was Dio, yet the Different World truly existed. Was this meteorite fall the act of another Angel Envoy? She found herself lost in confusion, unable to grasp the underlying logic.
RING.
Kumazo Yasuda answered the phone, his expression turning particularly grim. "They’ve refused. They said they’ll notify us when they have information."
"Late information is useless," Iwasaki Yizo replied coolly.
Sometimes, even vital intelligence becomes worthless after a certain point. The United States’ stance was clear: they planned to share information only when it no longer held any value.
His gaze shifted to Phoenix Academy Kochou. "Any news from the MacArthur Family yet?"
Kochou shook her head. "They’re keeping an extremely tight lid on that information. Even the military doesn’t know everything."
"Then don’t blame us for joining forces with Bruno to make our move." Iwasaki Yizo was old. So old that every night when he went to bed, he worried he might not wake up the next day. For someone his age, passing away in one’s sleep was a common occurrence, often euphemistically called a peaceful death.
Many envied such a death, but Iwasaki Yizo didn’t want to die. He wanted to live longer, perhaps even achieve immortality. To reach this goal, he would spare no expense and fear no adversary. Whoever blocked his path to longevity would die.
What did one U.S. Army brigade matter? If the plan succeeded, they could quickly infiltrate and capture the desired footage. Sacrifices among the squad members were irrelevant; the crucial thing was the intelligence they could obtain. Iwasaki Yizo believed that once they fired the first shot, other spy organizations would quickly follow suit. If the United States still thought they could monopolize control as before, they were mistaken. When it came to information about the Different World, no personal agendas could be tolerated.
"In that case, each of our families will contribute some people."
"The key is, how do we photograph the meteorite?"
"I’ll contact our neighbors and see if we can get some long-range photography equipment."
The six major financial conglomerates had not only penetrated Europe and America but also their neighboring countries. Unlike the politicians performing on stage, they had to consider the long term. Ten years ago, the outcome of a conflict between their country and its neighbor, given current domestic military strength, was uncertain. Now, however, anyone not blind could see the military disparity. Naturally, they had to secure communication channels and escape routes in advance. Politicians could flee; conglomerates merely needed to change their nationality.
After deliberations, they finalized the terms of cooperation with the KGB and then dispersed, each returning home.
Onboard Phoenix Academy’s helicopter, Kochou looked down at the city below and asked, "Maggie, what did you learn from that meeting?"
Phoenix Academy Maggie thought for a moment. "One can be selfish, but not so selfish as to assume everyone else is selfless."
"Exactly," Kochou nodded. The United States’ actions this time were indeed excessive. Such a massive event was impossible to hide, yet they still insisted on suppressing information. Even the special task force had been disbanded. They thought a brigade of troops and some fighter jets could protect the meteorite’s secrets. What an arrogant notion.
"When you eventually lead the conglomerate, never make such presumptuous blunders."
"Rest assured, Mother, I never will," Phoenix Academy Maggie replied respectfully, then hesitated. "Mother, may I go to Fukuoka at the beginning of August?"
Kochou glanced at her. "What for?"
"I want to see the annual Jade Dragon Flag."
"Now is not the time for entertainment." Kochou paused. The Jade Dragon Flag meant nothing to her, which indicated it wasn’t important. "Focus on your studies."
"Yes, Mother." Phoenix Academy Maggie sighed helplessly. She had hoped to meet Aozawa to talk, but now she would have to postpone it until the training camp. Damn it, her heart felt as if a scratching little kitten resided within, desperate to know what exactly was going on!
