Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 701 - 699: Others May Die, But I Must Survive

Chiyoda District, Imperial Palace, North Wing of Honmaru Palace.

The afternoon sunlight spilled into the verdant courtyard.

The trees planted in the Imperial Palace are mostly evergreen species, with some seasonal ones planted in designated garden areas.

Outside the North Wing of Honmaru Palace, there was a stretch of green pine trees.

Kochou was dressed in a dazzling light purple kimono, her long black hair styled up, adorned with a gold hairpin, gold necklace, and other shining accessories.

She sat upright on the sofa, wearing an expression of respect.

Opposite her was a white-haired elder, meticulously groomed, with no visible crease in his attire, and even the crow's feet at the eye corners exuded rigor.

One would immediately sense his serious disposition.

"Hey."

Tanno Hanjirou sighed and said, "Kochou, why must you be so stubborn?

Quickly destroying the Unicorn is beneficial to humanity."

"Teacher Daniel, I have always followed your instructions in the past. However, now as the Prime Minister, I must consider national affairs.

Personal sentiments have to be set aside."

Kochou rose to pour him a cup of tea.

In Japan, the number of people who could command such respect from her was very few.

Tanno Hanjirou was one of them.

Her university mentor.

A genuine professor.

Unfortunately, his ability had nothing to do with scientific research, but he excelled at teaching and possessed the romantic temperament of a literary scholar.

Thus, Tanno Hanjirou was not selected by the Takamagahara Project and declined Kochou's offer to serve as Director of the Cultural Bureau.

Tanno Hanjirou frowned, saying: "The issue of the Dread Emperor concerns the fate of all humanity.

If no one makes concessions, when the Dread Emperor arrives, Japan will not be spared."

"Nor will the United States."

Kochou replied slowly.

Tanno Hanjirou furrowed his brow, staring at Kochou, and sighed inwardly.

Back when she was a student, he realized that Kochou was an ambitious person but also exhibited extraordinary intelligence.

Tanno Hanjirou always wanted to guide Kochou onto the right path.

But it's easy for someone to stray onto the wrong path; following the right one is fraught with difficulties.

"Kochou, what conditions must be met for you to agree on this matter?"

"Teacher Daniel, times have changed—nothing conditions can offer can surpass the importance of the trials by the Qionghua Sect."

Kochou shook her head resolutely: "I can't let those participating in the trials drop all their tasks, gather together, then—with the aid of the U.S. Air Force—rush to where the Unicorn appears.

The Unicorn's strength is formidable.

If both sides truly confront each other, the trial participants from our country will suffer heavy casualties, possibly even total annihilation."

Tanno Hanjirou was silent for a moment, then sighed: "Some things must be done by someone."

"Russia has a saying: Without Russia, what's the point of having a world?"

Kochou's expression was icy; she wouldn't risk her daughter failing the trial to make the world better.

Ultimately, if nations truly had no selfish interests and were willing to stop at nothing to eradicate the Unicorn, how could the Unicorn still be alive today?

If they had, countries would have formed alliances long ago, locked onto the Unicorn's location, and conducted collaborative offensives.

But no one wants their nation's trial participants to suffer heavy losses.

Mexico is the prime example.

Nied, driven by genuine aspirations or under orders from the Shadow Emperor, had no choice but to fully search for the Unicorn.

The outcome? Among the 1,300 people participating in the trial domestically, only four have passed through the third stage today.

Most perished in battles with demons or were betrayed by other nations, becoming the country with the highest elimination rate and the fewest survivors.

Did Nied gain anything from sacrificing itself wholeheartedly?

Nothing!

Oh, no, perhaps a few years of future Anglo-American investment should be mentioned.

But Kochou clearly understood Anglo-American strategies—they lay the groundwork and praise when manpower is needed.

Nied is hailed as a saint, the standard bearer of human morality, and leaders from various countries are urged to learn from Saint Nied.

When trials truly conclude, the benefits given are traps or are postponed indefinitely.

No matter if one resurrected Kochou's deceased father from the grave, her answer remained the same: NO!

Tanno Hanjirou knew he couldn't persuade her, saying: "Then be careful."

"Teacher, I am more familiar with American tactics than you."

Kochou smiled.

As long as the U.S. does not deploy U.S. Forces Japan or resort to other means, it merely allows Kochou to remove some dissenters.

When it comes to her daughter's future, Kochou will not back down one inch.

She is determined to let her daughter pass the trials and join the Qionghua Sect's cultivation.

...

As the clock on the desk marked five in the afternoon, Morimoto Chiyoda knew it was time to clock out.

She set aside the files, turned off the computer, and rose from her seat.

Around her, the CIA officials remained at their desks, continuing their work.

Though it was after hours, those who could stay in the large office here.

Were the backbone of the CIA.

Their salary and benefits are enough to support them staying behind to work overtime.

Things won't get done unless they stay.

Some people even have their sleeping quilts ready at the side, looking like they're spending the night in the office.

Morimoto Chiyoda could only silently give a thumbs up to these overachievers.

She arranged her chair and walked towards the door.

Just as she was about to leave, Jack's office door opened, and he called out, "Morimoto, wait, come in for a moment."

"Do we really have to discuss this when I'm off the clock?"

Morimoto Chiyoda retorted and then entered the office.

Jack closed the door, his expression serious, "I just received news from above; call Okayama and tell him to cancel tomorrow's plan.

And have Riki stay away from the Higashino Group and not get involved with this matter."

Morimoto Chiyoda frowned, asking, "What's going on?"

"It's still Kochou refusing to budge, and higher-ups think her position is too secure, that she needs trouble to agree to have her daughter lead the challengers against the Unicorn."

Jack shared the information he had received.

Morimoto Chiyoda frowned, not believing that this approach would be effective, "Relying solely on the Higashino Group, breaking through the Imperial Palace's First Division isn't realistic."

No matter how mediocre the First Division is, it's still an organized army, compared to other military forces.

The Higashino Group, a bunch of Violent Gang members, even if they get their hands on weapons, in terms of coordination, they can't be compared with an army.

In Mexico, gangs might outperform the military, but that's due to their unique national circumstances.

They've been engaging in shootouts for years, fighting daily.

The Higashino Group in Japan has used guns only a few times, mostly just as bullies with experience in intimidating civilians, so how can they breach the First Division's defenses.

Jack shook his head, "I also don't know how the upper management operates, but the message to us is not to touch that batch of weapons.

Don't meddle; just watch what happens next."

"Alright, I'll call Okayama later."

Morimoto Chiyoda felt too lazy to ponder matters beyond her duty and turned to leave the office.

Jack thought for a moment and reminded, "I think that Police Director is a decent person; you should persuade him not to mess things up."

"Don't worry."

Morimoto Chiyoda waved her hand without turning back, opened the door, and walked into the hallway, contemplating how to explain this to Okayama Buji.

As the proposer of the suppression plan, she certainly wouldn't think of Kochou's interests, but it was hard to predict Okayama Buji.

He's the kind who always hopes Japan can follow the right path.

And this hope has indeed seemed likely since Kochou took office.

She employs competent people and avoids deceitful individuals and incompetent freeloaders.

Kochou's various measures appear to be a model of an enlightened ruler.

Okayama Buji knows about this, fearing he won't get a night's sleep.

Morimoto Chiyoda took the elevator to the lower level, returned to the Bugatti Veyron, and fastened her seatbelt.

She hesitated briefly but still put on her Bluetooth headset and dialed Okayama Buji's number.

While igniting the engine, the headset emitted a beeping sound.

The call was quickly answered.

...

"Morimoto, what's the matter?"

On the top floor of the Metropolitan Police Department, Okayama Buji sat in the Police Director's seat, with a map of Tokyo Port spread out on the desk.

He was pondering how to intercept that batch of weapons tomorrow.

He must be one hundred percent vigilant against the Clown and his subordinates, the international mercenaries.

The main issue is not knowing what kind of weapons are involved; if there are heavy machine guns, the SAT team might not withstand it.

Okayama Buji was even considering whether the police should equip themselves with some Rocket Launchers or request a few armed helicopters equipped with ground-to-air missiles.

"Okayama, concerning the Clown's matter, you don't need to get involved."

The voice from the other end of the phone sounded as warm as a Hawaiian beach breeze, causing Okayama Buji to pause in surprise, saying, "Is the action department taking over?"

After a brief silence, Morimoto Chiyoda chose not to lie, as that would affect the trust between her and Okayama Buji.

"No, the attitude above is to let things be, push Kochou, and allow the troops to be formed to suppress the Unicorn."

Okayama Buji frowned.

He had heard from Morimoto Chiyoda about the Unicorn and understood the importance of preemptively dealing with the Unicorn, "If we don't handle that batch of weapons, many people will die."

"If we don't eliminate the Unicorn, the Dread Emperor will descend, and the world might be destroyed because of it."

Morimoto Chiyoda could only use this excuse to comfort Okayama Buji, then said, "The members of the Higashino Group aren't good people, so their deaths are not regrettable.

As for the First Division personnel, protecting the Imperial Palace is their duty."

"Morimoto, you've learned to play with words."

Okayama Buji felt a bit despondent.

He has realized that the higher one stands, the more one feels powerless, yet cannot afford to slack off.

When he was just a small officer, he could lie down at will when things didn't go his way; now that's not possible, as a group of people underneath are watching.

He represents the image of the Metropolitan Police Department and cannot be negligent.

Morimoto Chiyoda sighed, "People have to grow up.

Anyway, stay out of this matter; I see Kochou isn't an easy person to deal with either, just watch them fight."

"Alright."

Okayama Buji replied, his mind filled with uncertainty.