Tokyo Wingman King

The note left by Takishima contained two sentences.

"Takishima bows deeply, feeling deeply ashamed that he has not had time to take his leave."

The head of the household has summoned me urgently, and I am bound by duty; it is difficult to refuse. I suspect it is to discuss the banquet tonight, and perhaps to retrieve the details of yesterday's events. Once there is further news, I will certainly report the full story to Your Excellency.

Judging from the contents, the note was clearly intended for Asama.

As a genius whose academic ability consistently ranks among the top three in English literature, Takishima surpassed everyone in the romance counseling department in just over a month.

Komaba also saw the note, but although he recognized many of the characters, he couldn't understand it when they were put together.

"Ha, you two have started using encrypted communication."

"What kind of encrypted communication is Chinese characters? It's not like the Brahmi script of Tocharians, which can be translated by ordinary translation software."

"Too lazy to translate. What does it say? New intelligence on the Night Banquet?"

"Takishima apologized and said he had to go back to send out the invitations."

"Tsk, being an undercover agent is such a hassle, there's not even time to eat breakfast."

"Can't you change your habit of judging things based on preconceived notions?"

"Isn't the primacy effect something you yourself said, Mr. Da?"

"You're talking about the objective order of information reception, while I'm talking about subjective presuppositions and biases. They're not the same thing at all, are they?"
Let me reiterate, I don't know if Takishima was an undercover agent, but from my perspective, I would absolutely not let him do such a thing. If I really had that idea, then you should be the busiest person around.

"Am I not the busiest one? Even the most hardworking employees at major internet companies aren't exploited this badly, are they?"
Now I have to help you fight pornography and illegal publications, crack the closed-source KKIS system, monitor the information of 12 people, coordinate the work of Yasaka and Miura, and even my school hours have doubled!

Is there any difference between attending school one day a week and attending school two days a week?

"Did I forcibly assign you these tasks? It's clearly an equal transaction, with no hierarchy on either side. Where is the exploitation in that?"

"Even though you say that, just a few hours ago you were still cosplaying as a cold and ruthless orc overseer."

Just as Komaba finished speaking, his phone rang.

Asama transferred another sum of money to him, with the note "[Prepayment]".

Komaba's expression changed in an instant, and he grinned shamelessly.

"I apologize for my presumption, but it is indeed a relationship of equal exchange. However, Professor Da, I must emphasize that our friendship cannot be maintained solely by these numbers. Wouldn't that be a disguised way of belittling our revolutionary friendship?"

This guy was talking about exploitation one minute, and now he's talking about friendship the next.

"Without revolution, where would revolutionary friendship come from?"

"It's no use denying it, Master. You've made me keep an eye on the Five Photographers Clan. I don't believe you don't have any ideas or plans. You've already united the Five Photographers Clan as one, isn't that because you want to wipe them out in one fell swoop?"

"You're targeting the Five Regents at every turn? Then tell me, what do all these things you're doing for me have to do with the revolution?"

"Anyone who plays Paradox Interactive games knows that [a missing nail, a lost horseshoe, a lost horse, a lost general, a lost battle, and the fall of a kingdom]. Aren't members of parliament, the Kujo family's assets, and the heirs of the five regent families just like those nails?"

"Touching down one or two despicable politicians and punishing three or five bullies is merely scratching the surface. What kind of revolution is this kind of passive, spectacle-like resistance?"

Upon hearing Asama's words, Komaba was instantly wide awake.

"It seems like Hachiman is just as dissatisfied with the status quo as Takishima! So what are your plans for the future? You have to include me in this!"

"No plans whatsoever."

Asama untied the insulated bag and placed the breakfast on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

He picked up a soup dumpling and put it in his mouth. The cafeteria didn't provide small boxes for packing vinegar and ginger, so he felt that something was missing in his mouth.

Komaba casually picked up a slightly soggy fried dough stick and started eating it, muttering something under his breath.

"Tsk, he clearly said something like '[becoming Emperor]' to Arima."

Asama began to criticize himself for making boastful promises in order to encourage others.

"It means a mascot that does nothing."

"You're all curled up like this now, making half of the people in England and Germany like you, burning the midnight oil to study. And you're saying you just want to be a mascot? Teacher, don't insult my intelligence by lying!"

"You must be really smart to believe such nonsense."

"If I can help you achieve these grand pronouncements, then of course I'm smart."

Komaba laid out the breakfast in three piles, pointing to the largest pile and saying...
"Therefore, when the Asama forces are evaluated for merit in the future, my contribution will definitely be the greatest. Even if I can't be called a reincarnation of Zhuge Liang, I can at least be called the Xiao He of Tokyo."

Zhuge Liang's achievements in both establishing and maintaining an established dynasty were not as great as Xiao He's, were they?

"What era are we living in? Can't we be less concerned with pre-modern monarchical thinking?"

"If you can get Japan to cancel the Reiwa era name, I'll listen to you. Of course, you can also get Japan to change its era name; in fact, that's more likely."

"I'd rather you just see me as someone who makes fun of you."

"You're definitely a fun-loving person. The highest level of fun-loving is being passionate about solving those serious, boring, and incredibly difficult things. The greatest fun is in refusing to indulge in pleasure!"

Asama ignored Komaba's ramblings and picked up the note left by Takishima again, turning it over to the other side.

The note also contained a message that roughly said Takishima had taken the two damaged robotic arms away, intending to have them repaired and then return them to Komaba.

Komaba pursed his lips after seeing the note, seemingly not very grateful.

"This is unnecessary. Oh well, it saves me some trouble."

"Even though he broke the thing, you were the one who provoked him with the robotic arm, weren't you? He offered to fix it for you, so what's there to be unhappy about?"

"It's nothing more than taking Tony Stark's equipment and giving it to his Lily Williams for research."

Asama wasn't interested in who Lily Williams from Takishima was.

"Didn't you used to say you were Doctor Octopus?"

"That's right. How could a pseudo-scientist like Stark, who is arrogant, suspicious, insecure, controlling, and has a savior complex, be worthy of being my Komaba Mitsuki's character template?"

Even if Takishima took all the equipment from my room, I wouldn't blame him. After all, I'm not like Tony Stark; I'm very generous to my friends, and my technology is all open source.

When future generations learn of these things, they will only weep and exclaim with emotion, "How great was Little Horse Saint!"

"Your statement sounds even more arrogant than that of the fictional character."

"After all, the intelligence of a fictional character can't be higher than that of his creator; their stats are mostly filled in by the creator with their feet. Just on this point, Tony has already lost."

A soothing electronic melody began to play, followed by a buzzing sound.

Asama looked up and saw that Komaba had turned on the PS5 again and locked the Street Fighter 6 game interface in the menu bar.

"It's still early before class, how about a game, Mr. Da?"

"I won't play. You've already said I've abandoned pleasure. Can't you play by yourself?"

"It's no fun playing by yourself."

"You've been playing Street Fighter 6 way too much lately, haven't you?"

"This weekend's Infinite Festival has Street Fighter 6 demos and mini-invitational tournaments, right? I'm aiming to win and save Daiki's $2 prize money. It's not convenient to cheat on-site, so I need to practice a lot."

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Seeing that Asama wasn't really interested in playing, Komaba exited the PS5 interface, switched the program to the replay of NPB Hanshin vs. Yomiuri Giants, and picked up a perfectly chilled crab roe soup dumpling with his chopsticks to enjoy.

Asama, who had little interest in Japanese professional baseball, suggested...
"I can watch the rebroadcast anytime, but let's watch the morning news first."

"Teacher Da, what are you saying? Can't we watch the news rebroadcast?"

Asama shrugged, opened NHK, Yahoo, and SmartNews on his phone, and quickly found the key news.

Yesterday's news about illegal organ transplantation turned into news of the busting of the largest Vietnamese criminal gang in Japan. More than ten people, including the Vietnamese man, were charged with various crimes, including theft, telecom fraud, smuggling, drug trafficking, prostitution, and practicing medicine without a license.

No media outlets have reported on the hospitals involved in the case, or on the incident involving the KKIS international student yesterday.
As Komaba said before, is it still necessary to continue following the clues?

At least for now, relying solely on Nijo Reina's power to punish evil is far from sufficient. The Nijo family does not want things to escalate, or rather, the five regent families have taken their evil for granted.

On the other hand, he had clearly escalated the KKIS issue, transforming the proposition of "educating students" into "Robin Hood-style justice" right under the Nijo family's nose. Yet, to this day, no one has warned him "you can't keep causing trouble like this."

This echoes the probing, indulgence, and scrutiny he felt from the very beginning.

The clues can be seen from the KKIS incident alone—Kujo Yoshinari's attitude was [do whatever you want], Konoe Takuma's attitude was [do whatever you want], and Nijo Kenjiro's advice to him was probably [know when to stop and build up reputation]?

Aside from initially encouraging him to [be ruthless towards outsiders], Takatsukasa Fumi had no further contact with him afterward. Was it really thanks to Konoe Takuma's illegitimate son identity? Was it a test of the Konoe family's new heir's personality and abilities?
If that's all there is to it, then let's continue the investigation.

Since we are to act as [丨], it is also necessary to take responsibility for every specific and necessary problem at hand.

Despite the fact that crutches are instrumental, limited, temporary, and reactive, they can never become medicine; they can only provide support, not the salvation that Takishima seeks.

No, the reason I came to KKIS as a teacher was to break through my own limitations, right? How did I get myself into this mess again?

Asama buried his head and finished eating the rice noodle roll in the plastic bowl.

Komaba stopped, patting his stomach. He had devoured all the limited-edition food. No wonder he's a man who can drink 2 liters of cola in a short time.

The hacker boy turned off the TV, collapsed onto the sofa, took out his phone, and read aloud the schedule of the three KKIS members to Asama.

While Yuehanchuan Weihua's mother was away on a trip, she became a nanny for her father and younger brother.
Fangmen Fu Jiayin read for three hours after returning home yesterday following the KKIS riots.

Yesterday, after exchanging information with the strange cat from Komaba, the "King of Part-Time Jobs," Mieaki, found another job on Timee (a part-time job app) and worked the night shift—at the bar owned by Masanori Kadokura, the very company that had given him the trouble.

The "young-looking bartender" is the bar's gimmick; in reality, the bar frequently hires attractive minors as hostesses. The area where the Kadokura family bar is located is managed by the second-generation group under the Yamagata family. It's conceivable that as long as they maintain a good relationship with the Yamagata family, the Kadokura family bar can operate illegally without anyone bothering them.

Therefore, Kadokura Masanori has a natural loyalty to Yamagata Ariake, or rather, a desire to cultivate a good relationship with him. This also explains why, despite appearing incredibly tough as the representative of the [KID] Four Heavenly Kings' martial arts faction, Kadokura Masanori is also the one in the entire Brotherhood who is most eager to curry favor with Yamagata Ariake.

According to available information, Masanori Kadokura also had his own vulnerabilities. Not only was the Kadokura surname relegated to the bottom rung of Tokyo's elite social hierarchy, but even Kadokura Masanori's acquisition of the surname was unexpected—his father's stepmother was also a second-time bride, whose previous marriage had caused the death of the Kadokura family's sole heir. She then single-handedly shouldered the burden of the Kadokura family's bar business, becoming a well-known and successful businesswoman in the area. Thus, before he was even four years old, Kadokura Masanori and his father also adopted the Kadokura surname, following in the footsteps of this successful woman.

In Komaba's eyes, Masanori Kadokura was just a minor character.

As they chatted, Komaba, who had stayed up for two nights in a row, tilted his head to the side and fell asleep on the sofa.

After taking a bath at the Komaba house, Asama chose between reading and preparing lessons, visiting Ichijo Asahi, and continuing his investigation of KKIS.

Not long after I walked out of the subway station, I received a call from Ai Fujiwara.

"what's up?"

Wow! It actually connected?

A surprised sound came from the other side.

"Asama, Asama, can you fart for me now?"

"Are you out of your mind?"

"I haven't even heard Asama Asama fart yet, have I? I'm really, really curious to know if I find out that even Asama Asama's farts are deafening and extraordinary, will I raise my opinion of you again?"

"I don't need any weird reviews, thank you."

"You actually called me a pervert?!"

"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up now. I have to go to work at 8 a.m."

"Of course! Don't hang it up! Besides, isn't it already nine o'clock?"

"Let the fart go."

"I told you to release it."

"What else are you talking about?"

"Let me tell you, someone secretly let out a really, really smelly fart during flower arrangement class this morning. It was super sneaky! I was thinking to myself, if it were Asama Asama who let out the fart, it definitely wouldn't be this kind of sneaky, hurtful fart."

Isn't this still the same thing?!

"Thank you so much for talking so much nonsense to me so early in the morning."

"Are you really not going to fart? If Asama farts, I'll definitely remember it."

"What the hell are you trying to remember?!"

"Of course I'll remember! That way, I'll be able to hear you fart, and even if we're far apart, it'll feel like we're right next to each other."

Do you think a fart is like thunder?

"Asama, Asama, you are a genius personally certified by me, Fujiwara Ai, one in a million! You can definitely do it!"

Even if ten thousand people released it together, it wouldn't have this effect!

"Is the so-called 'bride training' about learning to smell farts?"

"This topic is covered in the training of love scholars! For example, even if others think you have a very bad body odor, but I think you smell very good, it means that we are very compatible!"
Besides, even if your farts shatter other people's eardrums, to a chosen one like me, it's just harmless white noise!

In short, the essence of love lies in the interplay of acceptance and recognition, the feelings of inferiority and redemption.

"Your theories on love are too fascinating, I'm hanging up now."

"Wait, wait, don't hang up! Asama, Asama, do you know about the banquet at the Zhoujiao family next week?"

"Yeah, I've heard of it."

"How about teaming up with me? We can sit together then."

Fujiwara means to be her male companion.

Thinking back on that discussion about love, it also had a hint of a confession.

Asama's mood suddenly soured.

"I have no interest in participating; I've already declined."

"Huh??? Then I won't go either. How about we find somewhere to have some fun on our own? How about Izu? Or Kusatsu?"

"I'm not interested either. If you're really bored by yourself, you can ask your Fufu-san out."

"Hmph! Asama, Asama is an idiot!"

The other end of the phone hung up immediately.

Asama, who had long wanted to call Fujiwara Ai an idiot and had also long wanted to hang up the phone, felt a little disappointed.

A short while later, Shinazugawa, who had been mentioned in the previous phone call, also called back.

"It actually worked? Hey hello~~~ Good morning, Robert."

"Good morning, class is about to start, what's up?"

"So Robert can answer the phone at school? Does that mean that Robert doesn't have to stay at school all the time?"

Asama sensed a hint of wariness.

"what happened?"

"School's out, Robert, can you ask for leave to come out?"

"I've already used up all my vacation days this month."

"All right."

The other side looked somewhat disappointed.

Perhaps there really is something important?
Asama quickly corrected his attitude.

Is there anything we can discuss in person?

"Can I come out?"

"I'll ask for leave. I'll try again."

"You'll definitely succeed, Robert! I love you the most~~~"

This joy made her earlier disappointment seem like an act.

"So if there's anything, please explain it to me first."

If it's not important, then I'll refuse.

"It's best to tell you when we meet~ Hehe"

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It was definitely an act. (End of Chapter)