Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 455 - 453 Aozawa: I’ve Always Been Honest and Upright_1
Events on the other side of the Pacific had quickly brought Tokyo’s top echelons together.
Representatives from the six financial conglomerates and Phoenix Academy Kochou gathered in the Iwasaki Group’s top-floor office.
Their concern for the incident on Paradise Island stemmed partly from speculating it might be related to the Different World.
On the other hand, they also worried Nett might truly intend to harm Hunter.
Although they always preached freedom and democracy, encouraged individuality, and urged the lower classes to scatter their efforts and not believe in others—stressing that all was well so long as one fended for oneself.
But they knew better than anyone that when it came to family affairs, state affairs, or world affairs, nothing was trivial; everything was interconnected.
Most people simply lacked the capacity for such recognition; they had it, and they understood that the best way to deal with a crisis was solidarity.
An individual’s power was always minuscule; not even the financial magnates were exceptions.
Only when united as one could they tap into great energy; if today they were indifferent to Hunter’s plight, tomorrow the person facing such an ordeal could well be oneself.
Just what power did a mere president have to act against Hunter, a helmsman of a financial conglomerate?
The only exception would be if it involved matters of the Different World.
Then they wouldn’t need to use the Silver hexagram force against Nett; they just needed to understand the details and know who was responsible.
The new Angel Envoy or Dio?
Intelligence about the Different World was worth enough to bring people like Kochou together to discuss.
In today’s world, whoever held more information about the Different World gained more negotiating chips.
The United States wanted to monopolize the meteorite precisely because its value justified such a monopoly.
People like Kochou were plotting in the shadows precisely because of the meteorite’s value, so immense that they were willing to risk opposing the U.S. Army.
A series of phone calls were made, and with information pieced together from their different channels, a conclusion to the Paradise Island incident was reached.
"It seems to be related to the Angel Envoy of the Different World."
Iwasaki Yizo let out a sigh of relief. Knowing it was the work of the Different World meant there was no need to worry excessively.
Since they had no power to stop it, worrying was futile.
If it were Nett’s doing, then it would be different; that would signify a disruption of the existing tacit understanding between capitalists and politicians.
That was very dangerous and also a sign that he, Iwasaki Yizo, would need to preemptively suppress.
"The news was sealed by the higher-ups, and those visible victims must not be real."
"Everything is covered up; the United States really isn’t treating us as an ally."
"I heard they’ve been intending to make contact with the neighboring country recently, even wanting to meet with the one to the north—are the three powers thinking of joining hands?"
"It’s not that easy; for now, it’s just those with inside information spreading rumors."
Kochou shook her head, "A true meeting, I’m afraid, would take some time."
Even the top leaders of ordinary small countries needed time to prepare, let alone one involving three major nations.
Particularly when the relationship between two of them was extremely hostile, just one step away from open conflict, they could not rush into seeking a meeting.
If one side were to extend an olive branch and the other retaliated with a slap, the one extending the olive branch would become an international laughingstock.
Kochou estimated that the meeting of the three great nations would depend mainly on the role played by the neighboring country; if it made a genuine effort, this would likely lead to the formation of the alliance.
"Kochou, how is your deployment diagram coming along?"
"My progress is smooth, don’t worry," Kochou answered with a smile.
She had already set traps step by step, just waiting for the other side’s ambition to swell and bite the bait.
Kochou believed they couldn’t resist the temptation to climb higher.
"That’s good to hear."
Taking advantage of the meeting, Iwasaki Yizo mentioned some experimental progress of the Takamagahara project and then added at the end, "We should also pay some attention to the Ninth; if the public finds out about those experiments, it’ll cause some unnecessary trouble."
"As for the Ninth, he won’t live much longer."
"Indeed, right now we don’t have too many resources to focus on his issues."
Even though Iwasaki Yizo held high seniority among the six financial conglomerates, it didn’t mean that the others would always follow his directions.
Iwasaki Yizo also did not want to leverage his position over such matters; he conceded, "Indeed, with the rejection reaction worsening, he probably won’t live much longer.
Regarding cooperation with Bruno, we need to add an additional layer of insurance to prevent him from selling us out like he did with MI6."
"Exactly."
They once again discussed the plan to acquire the full picture of the meteorite.
「It was after four in the afternoon.」
Aozawa didn’t continue to play outside; he used his Global Travel ability to return to the villa, his feet touching the ground.
He raised his hand to his nose and, upon detecting a hint of the sea’s scent, opened the doors and windows of the living room, then hurried to the bathroom to quickly wash off.
He didn’t soak in the bath.
Aozawa didn’t like soaking in warm water when it was hot; it wasn’t winter, after all.
He just washed off the sea smell from his body, tossing his clothes into the washing machine.
"My precious~" Aozawa hummed a tune, not even bothering with a towel as he carefreely walked to the bedroom, put on boxers, and then returned to the living room.
The air conditioning’s chill wafted over his robust body. He leaped several meters high, flipping in the air and landing in front of the fridge, opened it, and pulled out Häagen-Dazs.
He did a backflip onto the chair by the table, landing steadily on his feet.
Aozawa turned around, sat cross-legged, dug into the ice cream with the provided wooden spoon, and picked up his phone with the other hand to unlock it and check his messages.
To his surprise, the young lady hadn’t sent any messages.
Iroha, the class president, and Shouko, on the other hand, had each sent messages at different times about completely different things.
Iroha shared the desserts she had with Saeko and Kaoru at a dessert shop, and grumbled about Maru not attending the gathering, opting instead for a date with her new boyfriend.
The class president’s message was about international affairs, namely the Paradise Island incident.
Shouko shared Hojo Tetsuji’s manga plot and asked if there were any issues with it.
Her part-time job at a themed café had ended, and she was now officially Hojo Tetsuji’s professional assistant, helping with storyboarding and some story discussion work, entirely without compensation.
If one had to speak of compensation, it would be letting Hojo Tetsuji focus on coming up with more plots and creating time to hang out with Yoshikawa Sayuri.
Shouko seemed terrified that Hojo Tetsuji would miss this chance and never escape singledom, leading to the end of the Hojo family line.
Aozawa couldn’t understand this absurd worry at all, but considering her unique thought process, he didn’t feel like trying to persuade her otherwise.
He began to reply to the messages of the three girls, using various methods and excuses—sleeping, focusing on summer homework, not paying attention while out, etc.
After hitting send, Aozawa exited the app and went online to search for the Paradise Island incident, directly clicking on the short video with the highest views.
In just one minute, he understood the Paradise Island incident: how the United States had covered it up, that neither Red Dragon nor Thunderous Giant had appeared, only the brave and fearless U.S. soldiers crushing the forces of evil.
Aozawa opened the comments section, filled with voices of praise.
DING. He scrolled down to enter the chat interface with the class president.
"Really? I’m almost done with my summer homework. Have you watched the short video?
I think the U.S. action this time reflects judicial fairness. The separation of powers isn’t just talk. If only our country could follow suit, that would be great.
After such a big incident at Fukushima, Tokyo Electric Power Company withheld information and still, no one was punished."
"Class president, turns out you’re pro-America."
"I just think America is great, with none of the hassle of interpersonal relations. Not like in Japan, where everything is so complicated.
Ugh, just thinking about job hunting after graduation gives me a headache."
"Those who claim America lacks complicated social interactions are usually just immigrants who haven’t reached the societal level to experience them. As an insignificant newcomer, what kind of networking or social maneuvering could you expect?"
"Aozawa, you’ve never been abroad, how would you know what it’s like overseas?"
Arakawa Reina was very aggressive online; she dared to say anything.
When Aozawa engaged in online political debates with her, they often clashed over differing opinions, but it didn’t affect their friendship.
Besides, online debates weren’t fun if everyone agreed.
"There must be a conspiracy behind it."
America is really good at propaganda, Aozawa thought as he clicked send.
Even when terrible incidents happened, they could cleverly sway public opinion to twist their own image.
"HEH HEH."
Arakawa Reina responded with a smug emoji, proving that his last comment had almost zero offensive impact.
Aozawa began searching for corruption cases in America’s legal system, preparing for a new round of counterattacks.
「The courtyard was bathed in bright sunlight.」 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
Morimoto Chiyoda had finished work and came home, opening the door to find the young man not waiting to greet her.
The least he could do is keep up his daily ’love magic’!
She complained inwardly about his laziness, took off her shoes, stored them in the shoe cabinet, and walked into the living room.
Aozawa was on the sofa, typing rapidly with both hands.
"Who are you chatting with?"
"I’m debating with the class president about what the environment is like in America," Aozawa replied, sending his point of view.
Morimoto Chiyoda saw he was engrossed in his chat and didn’t say anything, instead heading toward the kitchen.
Noticing the empty cutting board and counter, she opened the serving window and asked, "What about tonight’s dinner?"
Aozawa was slightly taken aback, only then remembering it was his task to buy groceries.
"EHEHE."
He knocked on his head, trying to downplay his forgetfulness about the groceries.
Morimoto Chiyoda slammed the serving window shut with a BANG, followed by the THUD THUD of footsteps coming closer.
Aozawa hurriedly stood up, trying to make excuses, "Chitose, calm down, I’ll call for takeout right now."
"It’s too late!"
Morimoto Chiyoda charged in, knocking him on the head and then grabbing his ear, leaning in to smell him and saying, "You showered quite diligently today. Sneaking off to meet a little beauty, huh?"
"Chitose, what are you talking about? I just took an early shower because it’s hot," Aozawa protested, exiting the chat interface in an attempt to order pizza.
Morimoto Chiyoda released her grip and said crossly, "You’d better just be taking an early shower because of the heat and not sneaking around doing shady things, deliberately showering to cover it up."
Then she poked Aozawa’s forehead and continued, "No need to order takeout. Tonight, we’ll eat out."
"Okay."
Aozawa nodded obediently.
