Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 835 - 818: Do You Even Know What an Overachiever Is?

Today, every room in the North Wing of Honmaru Palace seemed bustling.

Inside the Prime Minister's Office, operational plans reviewed by professors were delivered here.

They were placed on different tables.

One was on the Prime Minister's desk.

Morimoto Chiyoda also had one in front of her.

As the Minister of State, theoretically speaking, she had some relation to military affairs.

Moreover, this was an important plan to decide how the Treasure Users and the military would coordinate.

She naturally couldn't stay uninvolved.

However, the operational plans submitted by subordinates exuded an otherworldly aesthetic.

Either it's conventional firepower coverage or some plan concocted after who knows how much drinking, talking about a grand expedition centered around Japan and the United States.

The grand vision was too much; Morimoto Chiyoda felt full just after glancing at it.

She really couldn't understand the logic behind drafting such an unrealistic operational plan.

What made Morimoto Chiyoda speechless was that these absurd plans were being seriously annotated by the professors.

They discussed the feasibility of this plan and whether its actual execution would proceed as smoothly as its author claimed.

She truly was unaware until she saw it, and finally understood the Self-Defense Forces harbored so many hidden talents.

Morimoto Chiyoda wondered, Kochou's two questions weren't meant for the staff to draft dreamy, grandiose plans.

Suppressing her urge to criticize, she tossed the plan aside and picked up a wine glass with bright red wine.

She took a small sip; the wine had a good taste, with a bit of sweetness intermingled with the sourness, which eased her restlessness.

Morimoto Chiyoda picked up the next operational plan.

Unlike those detailing how to fight, this plan described how to use the abilities of forty-eight Treasure Users to ensure the military can retreat safely after an attack.

It emphasized the necessity of building roads and establishing temporary communication facilities locally.

Unlike those grandiose plans, this one was strikingly pragmatic.

There was no mention of overwhelming the monsters with firepower, focusing instead on self-preservation before considering enemy elimination.

The aspect that satisfied Morimoto Chiyoda most was that the plan did not emphasize integration among countries.

Instead, it repeatedly stressed that in the short term, countries would hardly form a cooperative group.

The only viable option was distributed cooperation.

Each country set specific targets and attack designated positions, with backup reserves at the ready.

If any country fails to meet objectives, the reserves will step up.

There were both punitive measures for failures and incentives for successes.

Genius!

Morimoto Chiyoda felt she finally found a pleasing plan amidst the sewage; she looked further down to see who wrote it.

Unlike with the professors, each of these plans was signed.

Masato Yasaki.

She then checked the professors' evaluations of this plan, which weren't particularly favorable.

The professors believed Masato Yasaki's plan was off-topic, covering only the basics of operations.

The evaluation cited a solid foundation but lacking standout features.

Morimoto Chiyoda frowned at such assessment, wondering if her military proficiency was too low, as this plan appeared quite agreeable to her.

It's like an elementary student tackling a university-level math problem, bewildered and perplexed, yet understanding one plus one equals two is straightforward.

Such problems allow an elementary student to instantly see what's right or wrong.

Morimoto Chiyoda found herself in a dilemma.

This was a national-level selection of staff, and the chosen would unavoidably rise to the Self-Defense Forces' upper echelons.

Therefore, Morimoto Chiyoda had to be cautious in her selection.

Choosing wrongly might lead to some adverse outcomes.

After much contemplation, Morimoto Chiyoda still believed this plan was excellent.

No matter what, being able to compile these in a short time and having a solid foundation as professors acknowledged could warrant a chance.

Morimoto Chiyoda marked a check and decided to appoint him to Tokyo.

...

At the Northern Command Department's base, senior officers had an independent dormitory building.

As a staff officer, Masato Yasaki also enjoyed the treatment of a private dormitory, but he disliked staying in a cramped room at night.

He preferred carrying a folding chair to the rooftop of the dormitory building, lying there with a cola placed on the ground.

Masato Yasaki allowed himself to think nothing, simply staring blankly at the sky above.

The brilliant stars came into view.

Even the moon appeared somewhat dim against the backdrop of radiant starlight.

What a long-missed beautiful scene!

It reminded him of childhood days spent running through the countryside fields, chasing the croaking frogs, and longing for a delicious frog roast the next day.

"So I'm already thirty."

Masato Yasaki sighed lightly, continually feeling that childhood memories were near yet realizing they were two decades distant.

Thirty.

Unmarried, without a house, car, or relationship, a textbook case of a failed life in the eyes of society.

He stretched lazily, grabbed the coke from the ground, and took a gulp.

The stimulation from the carbonated beverage in his mouth combined with the cool autumn breeze made him feel particularly comfortable.

The sudden ringing of the phone broke the silence of his night-time appreciation.

Masato Yasaki glanced at it and found it was an unfamiliar number, so he pressed to answer, "Hello?"

"Staff Officer Yasaki, come to the helipad immediately. We've received word that you've been selected to join the Expeditionary Force staff, departing for Tokyo tonight."

The voice of a lieutenant general came through the phone.

Masato Yasaki was slightly taken aback, not expecting that there was indeed someone from above who recognized his worth, previously thinking they were all a bunch of fools.

He stood up and said, "Yes, Lieutenant General, I'm heading over right now."

After the call ended, Masato Yasaki looked at the starry sky overhead and sighed lightly.

He had a premonition that once he ran off to Tokyo, it might be challenging to find such leisure again, where he could lay back and watch the stars.

But he had no choice, no matter how much he slacked off, he was still a soldier.

Masato Yasaki packed up the chair, downed the remaining cola in one go, and hurriedly ran downstairs.

He prepared to go back to his dormitory to pack his luggage, then head to Tokyo.

...

From Hokkaido, he took a transport plane to Yokota Airbase, and from there, he switched to a helicopter heading to the Imperial Palace.

Landed on the plaza before Toyomei-den, he glanced at the time; it was already ten o'clock at night.

Might there be a moment to rest?

Masato Yasaki thought as he stepped down from the helicopter.

A young man in a suit was before him, bowing and saying, "Staff Officer Yasaki, please head to the operations meeting room immediately. The Prime Minister and Minister of State are waiting to see you.

Leave your luggage with me."

"Alright."

Masato Yasaki nodded, a hint of a wry smile on his face, "Can I use the restroom first?"

The officer was mildly surprised and then nodded, "Sure, I'll show you the way."

"Thank you."

Masato Yasaki wore a wry smile; he had drunk too much cola before boarding the helicopter and hadn't had time to use the restroom along the way.

He thought there would be time to rest here, but unexpectedly was immediately taken to a meeting.

Masato Yasaki finished urinating, washed his hands, and left the restroom refreshed.

Led by another officer, he arrived at Lian Cui Bei.

The bright lights illuminated the room as he slid open the door, revealing rows of seats.

The walls displayed state-of-the-art equipment.

Besides him, there were eleven people present.

Two of them were faces he had seen on television before.

The Prime Minister and the Minister of State.

Both were top-tier beauties in appearance and temperament.

Masato Yasaki sighed inwardly, quickly bowing and saying, "Sorry, I'm late."

"No worries, take a seat first. Here is a test; only those who answer correctly are eligible to join the staff of the Otherworldly Expeditionary Force."

Morimoto Chiyoda reminded.

To ensure she hadn't overlooked anything, she specially prepared fifty questions for the selected staff to answer.

Masato Yasaki casually scanned the room, found an empty seat, and sat down in front of an unsigned test paper.

He took the pre-prepared pencil beside him, wrote down his name, and started answering the questions.

Names of current strategies of the United States and Russia?

What are the types of defense?

Masato Yasaki glanced at the questions and picked up the pencil, casually writing down the answers from his mind.

He had often been able to slack off because he had already memorized much of the relevant military knowledge and history.

To use a martial arts novel analogy, he had reached a stage where he no longer needed to study, but had moved from mastering techniques to mastering intuition.

The pencil's tip scratched the paper, making a rustling sound.

Morimoto Chiyoda, hands behind her back, walked behind Masato Yasaki, glanced at his desk, and felt she indeed had the eye for spotting talent.

Judging by the speed at which he answered, it was clearly different from the others.

Of course, if answering was random, no matter how fast he was, it wouldn't make a difference.

She looked closely and found his answers were all correct.

The staff of the Otherworldly Expeditionary Force must have a place for him.

Morimoto Chiyoda walked away, continuing to review the answers of others.

Kochou sat in a higher position, occasionally glancing at the documents delivered by the cabinet.

Her overwhelming desire for power seemed to be a beneficial trait at this moment, allowing her to face the sudden surge in workload with sustained enthusiasm.

Far from being overwhelmed, she felt a sense of fulfillment and excitement from the ever-increasing workload.

She wanted more documents!

Kochou's strong desire allowed the current cabinet to handle the significantly increased workload, deciding one matter after another.

"Prime Minister, the examination is over, everyone has passed."

Morimoto Chiyoda reminded.

Kochou snapped back to reality, looking at the ten staff members before her, the oldest being only forty, the youngest thirty.

"Very well, let's begin our discussion on your plans."

Morimoto Chiyoda was stunned, aren't we ending for the day?!