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Isao Tsumugi POV
Driving down the road while being carefully watched by the mother of one of my girlfriends was unpleasant, but certainly not stressful, and why should I be stressed under her gaze? She was just an ordinary woman, one of those people who quietly showed up and seized my people, practically taking them all hostage, and they would have done it if it weren't for the fact that Saya is this woman's daughter.
And that's what was stressing me out, because... I doubt a person who is an ultranationalist politician, who didn't even think about his own daughter, would be thinking about how to most "humanely" negotiate with me.
Did I dislike politicians? Yes, because people go into politics to gain Power, and no matter what they tell others, for example, "I'm doing this for the country/people" and similar nonsense, they go there solely and only for power, nothing more.
It was for this reason that I was cautious. Initially, I planned to drive to Saya's house because it was supposed to be a staging post. Stay there? Ha! As if! I was going there to drop off everyone who wanted to stay, and then go somewhere else, but... honestly, I didn't even know where to go yet.
I slightly strained my left eye and looked... at the line of cars driving down the road, my Humvee and the school bus... in which several of this woman's people were sitting next to me, as well as her two cars, which were following the bus.
The raven swooped a little lower so I could see what was happening inside the bus, and I saw my people tense, looking with slight suspicion towards Yuriko Takagi's people. I slowly scanned the bus interior and my gaze snagged on a guy sitting with his helmet off, his eyes greedily fixed on the weapon in Kouta's hands, which he clutched to himself like his child.
Yeah, I definitely won't like them.
"Isao-kun? I can call you that, can't I?" Yuriko called out to me.
"Hmm, yeah." I didn't particularly want to talk much with this woman. My first impression of her was shitty, damn shitty, so much so that the good mood I had this morning dropped to zero.
"Could I ask what kind of powers you used?" Her voice was soothing, the kind you use when you're trying to find out what a child, who has suddenly become too good, did, pretending that nothing happened.
"Nah, I don't feel like it. You can ask Saya later." Yuriko's face froze, and she let out a silent sigh, looking at Saya through the mirror, who shrugged her shoulders as if to say, 'I can't do anything.' "By the way, you could have at least warned me about yourselves. If I hadn't realized you were from the Takagi Estate, I might have accidentally killed you."
"You speak too lightly of killings, Isao-kun," The tone remained the same, but now there was concern in it, real concern that could be seen even in Yuriko-san's facial expression, but this was more concern for her daughter and her entourage than for my mental state, although... maybe it's that too. "Did something happen on the way to us?"
"Nah, nothing special." There was no point in telling her anything specific. They would still ask Saya later what happened and how. And as I said before, this bitch ruined my mood with her "ambush."
I noticed a slightly ashamed look on Saya's face in the rearview mirror, and I just shook my head, implicitly telling her not to worry, because there was no point anyway. Saya was Saya, and her mother, Yuriko, was Yuriko. Being mad at Saya because of her mother's character would be stupid.
So, we drove the rest of the way in silence, as Yuriko understood that I wasn't going to open up to her like an ordinary guy. Respect for elders in Japan was instilled from childhood, and anyone else in my place would have told them something, even if just a little. And in front of people like the Takagis? Oh, he would have sung, since the Takagis spoke only about Japanese Values, about the Benefit only for Japan and for the People of Japan.
I understand everything, of course, but Souichiro Takagi's sharp and scathing remarks towards various foreigners were loved by everyone except my family and some of my friends. You could find anyone there, from Chinese and Koreans to Russians and Americans. He didn't say outright that "Chinese are yellow-skinned bastards," but he always compared everything in such a way that the Japanese seemed better than them. And in my foolishness, I thought he at least took good care of his family. I remember him talking about how "Family is the main value of a proper man," but here too he meant a "proper" Japanese person, not to mention the fact that he literally didn't care about his daughter's safety.
Like, dude, call her! You yourself said that Family is the main value, and your daughter, your only daughter, should be your treasure! You should have immediately sent some people after her, calling her to stay put somewhere, but you didn't even call!
And this is the guy who wanted to become the Prime Minister of Japan!
Do you understand?! He wanted to be the ruling hand of Japan and could have become one, since many Japanese people were under his banner, but the elections were next year, it seems... the world itself didn't want to see him as Prime Minister, heh.
So that's why I wasn't thinking too much about what would happen after reaching this point, the point of "Getting to the Takagi Estate." I only superficially knew Souichiro Takagi before this, and my opinion of him was... not high, but not too low either.
I understand his desire to make his people, his Nation great, but to work towards that while continuing to talk about hatred for others, just because of where they were born? Pure stupidity, because I could have been born Russian, or Chinese, or American, or some Kazakh from Central Asia, and then... what would have happened to his daughter? To my mother and little sister? To the dozens of other people I saved?
Perhaps someone else, of another nation, could have been in my place, and upon seeing Souichiro's remarks, they might have deliberately ignored saving Saya, leaving her to die at school, or even worse, taking and raping her.
The same Shido, whose father is Souichiro's political opponent, or Tsunoda, or any other bastard born Japanese, could have been in my place, and what would he have done then?
Forgiven them and married Saya off to them? Elevated them? Befriended these people just because they possessed my powers?
That's why I didn't like politicians. Most of them wrap their quiet desires for power in a flimsy wrapper, the husk of Kindness, Generosity, and other positive traits belonging to other, more worthy people, while in reality being bastards. That's why sometimes when I had stupid, childish dreams my imagination painted me not as a Prime Minister, but as a King when I thought about something like controlling a nation.
A King doesn't need to lie to his People. A King doesn't need to pretend to be someone, because a Worthy King must always possess Worthy Traits, whether it's his generosity, the desire for his subjects' prosperity, or anything else.
For a King is not only himself, but he is also his People, for who will a King be without his People? And what will the People turn into without their King?
Once upon a time, I only dreamed and imagined about this. It pissed me off how most adults in this country demanded damned respect while being fucking nobodies who could calmly grope a schoolgirl on the subway. And what about some strangers, some teachers even knew what Shido was doing, knew about Teshima's eyes wandering over schoolgirls' bodies, and they fucking did nothing!
Why? Because they needed to preserve the IMAGE of good people! Everyone in this fucked up country tried to put on the Image of someone!
That's why I liked Takashi. He was a rough, unpolished, sometimes arrogant asshole, but he was real. Everything about him was genuine, the same with Rei, the same with my family, and with a few other people.
Everyone else? They are pretending to be someone, clinging to the image assigned to them. In Japan, their profession was their image: an office worker must work tirelessly, a teacher must try to ignore what students say about him and beat the damned knowledge into their heads, idols must give their all to their fans, even though backstage they will be sucking off some fat asshole because they need sponsors, and I felt sorry for them for that, all of them, because they didn't even know one thing.
They didn't know who they were.
And that disgusted me, because everyone, absolutely everyone, knew about this, but they didn't want to do anything about it, and that was pathetic, unimaginably pathetic.
Many people might say that Japan is practically Heaven on Earth, but it's not. Inflation here is fucking high, rent is expensive in many places, people literally live paycheck to paycheck, and some literally force themselves to work 16 hours a day, spending the other 8 on sleep, if they even sleep 8 hours, right there in the office.
In short, this place might seem good at first glance, but if you discard the rose-colored glasses created by two-dimensional boobs and butts, Japan was on the list of one of the most stressful places. For a tourist, the country will seem good, of course, but I wouldn't advise them to live here, as any foreigner will be seen in the eyes of others as an outsider who is about to stab the Great, Nippon country in the back, and yes, maybe young people will be more tolerant of you, but many won't think of you too seriously.
And these are the people who wanted to see Sōichirō as their leader, and that says a lot about them. I still loved my country, I loved this place, because I was born in Tokonosu City, in the country of Japan, but my desire to see my people prosper shouldn't become a desire to see my people above others.
I wasn't particularly religious, but I knew the basics of Abrahamic religions and how God created people. All people are created from clay, and they are all created differently, in different nations with different languages, and this is for the purpose of knowing the world, each other, and themselves.
Ugh... my hostility for Souichiro was only because of his dislike for other nations. I wasn't Japanese in my previous life after all, I've forgotten a lot, but the fact that I'm not Japanese and... a few other bad things are still in me, but I'm solving them over time. Only time and self-awareness with self-forgiveness will heal a soul that has wounded itself and received scars, granting wounds to others.
Damn, even thoughts about Souichiro turned me into some kind of crooked philosopher, I need to focus on something else.
Namely... Saya's ass...
[Reach the Takagi Estate in complete safety.]
[Silver Ticket]
Wait! Have we arrived already? Whatever, gacha, give me my ability! And let it be something fucking awesome, something equal to my Metallurgy or Ice Lightning!
[Hagmaxxing]
|Uncommon Trait|
Your preferred partners at least twice your age are more attracted towards you, and it is easier to earn their favor. In addition, your romantic partners and your looks never age beyond their peak. Does not stop physical aging.
"Hmm, did something happen, Isao-kun? Did you not like our mansion for some reason?" I heard Yuriko-san's voice, and looking at her, I smiled through slightly gritted teeth.
"N-no, everything is fine, of course." What I noticed made my soul sigh tiredly, because this woman lingered her gaze on my face slightly, and deep in her eyes, I noticed... something.
"Ah, then everything is fine." She clapped her hands as we drove inside the estate through the opening gates.
This is just, fucking hell, the beauty trait that makes me two points more attractive and this crap that instinctively attracts all the women I consider beautiful will kill me, definitely...
But was I against hot MILFs? No. But against NTR, I was definitely against it, and I'm not even going to touch Yuriko with a stick, but... Kyouko-sensei and Shizuka... heh-heh.
I drove into the inner courtyard of the estate and opened my mouth slightly wide.
Because the Mansion was incredibly large, and the area of the entire place was huge.
Right ahead on the road, in front of us, stood a huge Mansion, in front of which was a flower bed in the center of which was a huge pole with the Japanese flag slightly swaying in the wind. On the right side of the lawn were large tents and a few smaller ones. On the left side were two auxiliary buildings, one smaller connecting it to the mansion and one larger, which was a huge square, with white gates that began to open, letting the Takagi cars inside.
The entire territory was overall Huge, and several basketball courts could be set up here, I was sure of that.
"Hah," Yuriko sitting next to me sighed, chuckling slightly, smiling playfully. "I see you liked the Takagi Family Estate."
"Yeah..."
"Does it not bother you that the head of this estate is the leader of the Ultranationalist Party?" And the only answer that made her tense up came out of me.
"That's exactly what worries me." I saw Saya flinch slightly, but I nodded reassuringly at her. Next to her, K-imouto somehow looked at Saya with slight superiority.
"Ha... I hope this is not something that cannot be solved with good diplomacy and kind words?" Thoughts... a person who thinks all the time has nothing but thoughts... and those thoughts are not always kind. How weak my will is. In my defense, Yuriko was an incredibly beautiful and at the same time sexy woman, radiating Femininity.
"I hope so..."
My quiet word was my answer to her.
"At least you're honest..."
Ugh, we finally arrived! We'll stay here for a while, and after... after that, we'll decide what and how.
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