Tokyo Wingman King

In the end, I was unable to get the contact information of the mysterious intelligence agent from Takishima.

From what Takishima said, it seemed that his mistress Nijo Reina had known about the existence of the intelligence agent for a long time.

Asanjian was too lazy to care about such trivial matters. He didn't really want to get to know the female intelligence agent.

Asama and Takishima spent half an hour on the rooftop enjoying the night breeze, and took a call from Vice Principal Matsueda.

"Teacher Kondo, I'm sorry. We are trying to confirm the safety of the teachers and students living on campus. We knocked on your door for a long time but there was no response. Are you still in school?"

"I'm not in school and I don't have classes tomorrow, so I went home early."

"Is that so? Then I won't bother you any more."

As soon as Matsueda hung up the phone, Nijo Reina called.

The third daughter of the Nijo family informed him of the situation. As expected, all the clients and KKIS students could go home safely after going through the formalities. Nijo would sort out the detailed information of these people and send it to him later.

Tonight's [Game of Justice] has come to an end, and this [Game of Justice] did not save anyone, but only disrupted several commonplace transactions and affected the income of those girls who make a living by socializing.

Listening to his girlfriend hanging up the phone while chatting, Takishima did a few stretching exercises and, as if surfacing like a diver without equipment, inhaled the cool night breeze into his lungs and felt the air reopening something in his chest.

"The Great Sensei was very restrained today."

Takishima sighed to Asama.

"Restrain what?"

"These social dregs were neither taught a lesson nor sent on their way."

".This is within your plan, but not within my plan. I don't have to make the decision for you."

"It is because of you, the Great Teacher, that I am showing leniency to the people from KKIS."

Sure enough, it was no coincidence that he met those drunk students from KKIS. Even without those confessions, Takishima would have gone to the brothel in Toyo-cho.

Asama paused and asked,

"What are you going to do with these people tonight without my involvement?"

"The great teacher can read this news."

Takishima handed the phone to Asama - "Gangsters' quarrel and gunfight resulted in multiple deaths" - today's news, yesterday's events.

"Although it has nothing to do with the matter we are investigating, they are not good people anyway, so we just deal with them."

Takishima added.

With lives on his hands, he doesn't care about killing.

Since being influenced by Asama, he began to rethink what he could do for society. Finally, he found a meaningful thing - since the death penalty in Japan is humorous, he let those who bypass the death penalty through various rights experience the seriousness of the death penalty firsthand.

There are some things that Nijo Reina knows, but there are some things he doesn't intend to let her know.

Takishima observed Asama's expression and found that there was no emotion on his face. He became even more certain that the great teacher in front of him did not have even a tenth of a gram of mercy towards the scum of society.

"Next, I will make good use of today's materials to teach this group of people a lesson for overspending."

"Komaba should know a lot of journalists. You can ask him to handle it."

"Ah."

Leading Asama to a rooftop in Koto District that was full of miscellaneous items, Takishima took out a travel bag from an old shelf in the corner to the left of the rooftop entrance.

After he changed into a set of casual clothes from his bag, he took out a set of black vinyl tight leather jacket similar to night clothes and asked Asana,

"Would you like to change clothes? Although the teacher has grown a lot taller, this set of clothes is a bit large, so you can still wear it."

".It's too ugly. I won't wear it."

"This is a must-have suit for superheroes. For example, Catwoman, Black Widow, Ayanami Rei, Hitomi Raisu, Kusanagi Motoko, Celty Strulson and others all said it's good after wearing it~"

Putting aside the question of whether they are superheroes, Asama feels that there is a big difference in aesthetic taste between men and women when it comes to bulging in tights.

In addition, the concentration of the second dimension in Takishima's speech recently is too high. Is it really his own influence? Before meeting Nijo Reina, Takishima was an anime and game geek who was comparable to Komaba.

Takishima looked at Asama's face and asked again,

"Master, I have a friend who knows how to make masks. He can make one for you in two weeks. It's a favor. Are you interested?"

"how much is it?"

"Five hundred dollars."

"Let's just put on some makeup."

"Don't you like being trapped?"

"The person in the box you mentioned is the best person in the box."

There were makeup removal tools in the travel bag. After Asama removed her makeup, she also pulled out the 5cm-long height-enhancing pads in her boots and threw them into Takishima's bag.

Takishima deliberately pinched his nose and zipped up the bag, put it on the old shelf, and asked again,
"What are the plans for the Great Sensei next?"

"Plan to go home and sleep."

Takishima snorted and said,

"Wouldn't you like to reveal KKIS's future plans? For example, completing the unfinished business of Sun Wukong and the others."

".Why do you want to be Sun Wukong?"

"It's not about becoming someone. I'm talking about rebuilding a new system. Okay, I know what you mean. Put aside the Messiah complex. It's better to expect yourself than others."

"Do you expect to become Sun Wukong?"

"Of course not. Even Son Goku created by Akira Toriyama is just a class narrative of becoming a superior person. If I have to choose someone, I think Lelouch is a more suitable choice."

"Sacrifice yourself in exchange for a false and short-lived peace?"

"No, I hope to have Lelouch's ability and be able to easily manipulate other people's will like the Great Sensei."

".If I really had [Geass Chicken Duck Death], the KKIS problem would have been solved long ago, instead of being like a clown, constantly adjusting the plan passively."

Takishima laughed.

"This is the lesson you, Master, have been teaching us, isn't it? [Wisdom is not about not making mistakes, but about being able to face them again with dignity and reason, or to get out of them unscathed.] Prometheus could not give every human being divine power, but he brought fire to mankind that everyone can use. This behavior is a hundred times more noble than Zeus, who kept creating demigods by sowing seeds."

"..It's better for both of us if you don't use your imagination. If I could manipulate someone's will, the first thing I would do is to shut you up."

Takishima quickly closed his mouth and made a zipper-like motion to close his mouth.

The two climbed down the dimly lit side of the 8-story building. Takishima pulled out a bicycle from the corner, patted the seat to clear it of dust, and nodded to his mouth.

"You say it."

Fortunately, the emotions returned to zero, otherwise Asana's brain would definitely have phantom pains.

"Master, can you extend the stall and talk more?"

Asama noticed that Takishima was a little abnormal today. Although Takishima was not normal normally, he looked at the time and nodded.
"Row."

By the way, Asana had visited the residences of Daiki, Komaba and others, but had never been to where Takishima lived - the home contact address that Takishima left at school was a small park next to the school, and no one knew how the school got through.

Sitting on Takishima's bicycle, Takishima asked,
"Teacher, do you think there are more people in this world who pursue an interesting life, or more people who pursue a meaningful life?"

Today, Takishima is simply a question-asking machine, with a lot of questions. Asama decides to use magic to defeat magic.

"Why can't we pursue together?"

"Then why can't you mix the salty tofu pudding and the sweet tofu pudding together?"

"Is that the same thing?" The two chatted about John Rawls's book "A Theory of Justice" before arriving at Takishima's Tokyo residence.

I talked about this topic with Fusigawa more than a month ago. Compared to Fusigawa who combined the [utilitarian justice algorithm] with the [fantasy poetic justice], Takishima, based on Rawls' definition of justice (justice is a principle, and this principle is not defined by individuals, but a principle born in the human cooperation system to create consensus on rights and obligations, interests and burdens), he is more inclined to understand justice as [a force full of goodness and legitimacy].

There is no magic that can put a [veil of ignorance] on everyone in this world. Historical factors such as country, ethnicity, bloodline, wealth, and status have created visible power gaps. Therefore, any consensus will not be signed in a fair [original state]. If you want to maintain justice and break the realism of [everything is distributed by power], you can only put power into the cage of [goodness and justice].

In order to study Kant and his moral philosophy, Asama also read through John Rawls's Theory of Justice.

Rawls's so-called "original state" and "veil of ignorance" have certain similarities with Kant's concepts of "self-discipline" and "categorical imperative". They all presuppose things that do not exist in this world, such as Rawls's "unattached self" and Kant's "transcendental rational subject". The concept of academic research can never match irrational social practice. It is unrealistic to use philosophers' theories to improve society, otherwise the ideal country would have been born long ago. Cioran said that "people have never thought of turning to philosophers for help when they are in pain and depression". Religion, grand narratives, consumerism or sex can alleviate pain. Perhaps these things are more suitable to become the "veil of ignorance" that makes everyone more equal.

After Asama explained his views, Takishima glanced down at him and gave him the standard perfunctory response of "As expected of the great teacher."

The two chatted a little more about the similarities and differences between Rawls and Tocqueville's views on equality, and returned to Takishima's residence near the Museum of Contemporary Art Tokyo before the clock struck six.

A 4-storey youth apartment.

Takishima, who has started a happy life as a Tokyo son-in-law, has long stopped living here, but he has no plans to cancel the lease.

The average area of ​​a room in this apartment is 12 square meters. The bathroom, laundry room and bathhouse are shared. The public corridor is only half of that of an ordinary hotel. Eating in the room is not allowed. If you want to turn on the air conditioner, you have to pay extra to rent a remote control. Bringing visitors overnight costs 2000 yen per person per night. It sounds terrible, but fortunately, the sanitary conditions are good, there is a small supermarket, a late-night restaurant, an audio-visual room and a book bar. Combined with the monthly rent of only 8600 yen, it is simply a holy place for young office workers in Tokyo.

"Teacher, do you want to take a bath first or have a midnight snack first~~~"

".Can you please not talk to me in such a pinched voice?"

Asama followed Takishima to change into slippers in the public shoe cabinet. After walking a few steps, he smelled the rich aroma of braised food wafting from the cafeteria not far away. The smell smelled like beef offal cooked in oden.

"Would you like to eat beef offal oden? The boss said it's made with 20-year-old broth that has never been changed."

"Forget it, let's go out to eat."

"It's not convenient to chat when you go out to eat with so many people around."

Asana looked at the late-night restaurant and saw three tables of people drinking and eating noodles. Someone at one of the tables waved at Takishima.

"Your cafeteria isn't a good place to chat."

"Then let's talk while we take a bath. Let's fill our stomachs first. There's a shared kitchen next door. Let's go to the unmanned supermarket next door to buy some ingredients and cook for ourselves."

"So, I am the stall owner who is going to continue the stall, right?"

"Hey~"

It is impossible for a normal person to connect the handsome young man with a disgusting smile with the killer who killed 12 gang members the day before yesterday.

Takishima prepared dinner. He only made one dish but used two plates.

He ordered some crispy fried sweet and sour pork, diced cherry meat with tomato sauce, and two bowls of instant noodles, his was the Nissin tomato flavored one.

How much does this guy like sweet and sour things?

The taste was better than Asama had imagined, and Takishima smiled proudly.
"Master, you never thought I had this skill."

"When did you learn it?"

"My captain taught me three years ago. It was made with beef. Does it taste authentic?"

"Captain, are you from Northeast China?"

"Yes, we have a good relationship, because in the eyes of the locals, we are the same kind of people. To be honest, I think you, Master, are more like a Chinese than he is."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you like Baimao~ and you are also a master of dialectics, such as "It is better to die in glory than to live in dishonor" and "A wise bird chooses the right tree to roost in". There is always a set of arguments for both the positive and negative sides."

"There is nothing new on Earth. Every phenomenon has a corresponding explanation. Isn't that normal?"

"The great teacher really likes white hair~"

"."

Asama went over the girls named Futami, Fuzugawa, Majima, and Ichijo in his mind, only to realize that the white-haired girl that Takishima was talking about was Asama himself.

Considering that Takishima bought 4 cans of grape-flavored Fanta, Asama didn't bother to argue with him.

After having a midnight snack, replying to messages from Fuzugawa, Futami and the others, and correcting a paper for Pochi, Asana followed Takishima to the bathhouse in the apartment.

The bathhouse is open until 3 a.m., and they have less than 2 hours to bathe.

At this moment, there was a young man sleeping in the big pool, listening to music with headphones on.

Asama glanced at Takishima, indicating that it was a sensitive matter and they could talk about it later when they had the chance.

Asana took a quick shower, put a slightly damp hot towel on his head, and lay down in the pool.

The water temperature doesn’t seem too high, around 41 degrees?
It was a bit cold for Asama.

Takishima also came in and asked,

"Do you need some essential oil and a shaving board, Your Excellency the Archon?"

"Where did these elite Luo members come from?"

"After all, Rome's public baths have been open to the public free of charge since the 1st century BC, which is something Japan cannot compare to."

"Compared to Lelouch, I think it would be more reliable for you to be Agrippa and invite all Japanese to take a free hot spring bath."

"The Great Sensei also thinks that a republic is more reliable than a parliamentary monarchy, right?"

How do you do reading comprehension?

A few office workers who had just got off work came to the bathhouse one after another, and the topic between Asama and Takishima was limited to the bathing culture of various countries.

As soon as they left the bathhouse, Takishima proposed a "night talk in the room" and paid 2000 yen for Asama's overnight stay.

"If you have anything to say, please send me an email, such as what's happening at the Nijo family tomorrow."

"Let Mr. Kenjiro speak to the Great Sensei about whatever he wants to discuss. He is not the type of person who likes to catch people off guard and is impatient for results."

"So what do you want to talk about today?"

Takishima said with a regretful expression,

"I wanted to talk to the Great Sensei about my past, and then discuss my ideas about world peace, but unfortunately the Great Sensei wasn't very interested."

"Does Nijo-san know about your past?"

"The Nijo family only found out the past that I wanted to show them. Some things are better not to know, just like John Rawls's [veil of ignorance], which can bring equality to both parties of the contract. Okay, I understand what the Great Sensei means."

"I do not agree with the [Veil of Ignorance]. Besides, I don't have a past I can exchange with you for the time being."

Takishima's expression immediately changed and he started laughing.
"Is the Great Sensei's view on love also so rigidly equal?"

"I don't know. After all, the Chinese are born masters of dialectics."

"The Great Sensei really likes white-haired people! I'll tell Futami-san secretly later."

"."

Asama returned to his apartment in Shiba Park, opened the door, and found the house in a mess as if it had been robbed.

The girls treated his house as a place for a celebratory party.

Let’s clean up the scene and find a hotel later.

As Asama was thinking this, he suddenly discovered a problem.

Are there too many people lying in bed today? (End of this chapter)