Tokyo Wingman King

A deep and authoritative voice echoed in the room.

"Youming. Did you remember what I just said?"

"remember."

[KID]'s leader, Ariaki Yamagata, raised his head and looked directly at his father.

The captain, who has been steering the giant ship in Shanxian County for more than 30 years, does not look old with his graying temples; instead, he exudes an even more imposing aura.

"Don't worry too much about the falling out with the Sakon family. Just stay home and review the whole thing."

".OK."

Yamagata hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head again and agreed.

"Mr. Kujo spent the whole afternoon talking to me about your matter. You are the only person the Kujo family has officially recognized as graduating from KKIS in all these years. Our choices over the years have not been in vain."

Therefore, Ariaki, do not disappoint everyone's expectations.

Sensing the pride in his father's words, Yamagata Ariaki did not feel secretly pleased.

"clear."

He dared not contradict his father or raise any questions. Because the person he was actually questioning was not his father, but the head of the Kujo family, who would decide the future of the Yamagata family.

Even though Yamagata Ariaki felt he had already surpassed 99% of the world's population, he was never arrogant enough to think he could elevate the Yamagata family further through his own efforts. One cannot truly understand the Yamagata family's problems without acknowledging their dependence on the Kujo family.

Why him?

He couldn't understand why the Kujo family, who knew everything about everyone in KKIS, would wait until this moment to close the net.

He hated the principal who confidently claimed to have the overall situation under control, and he hated the old hag's foolishness and carelessness.

He had doubts about the Kujo family's intentions [to cultivate true politicians in KKIS]. He vaguely realized that someone else was the real driving force behind this upheaval in KKIS, and that he was both a lucky opportunist and an unfortunate tool.

But being used as a weapon by the head of the Kujo family, whom he had never met, wasn't all bad. It might be an opportunity.

Yamagata Ariaki's mixed feelings, however, were seen as reassuring composure in his father's eyes.

"You did a good job, but remember not to act on your own in the future. Your rashness towards those foreign students and your oversight of that brat from the Moji family—if the Kujo family hadn't been willing to cover for you, you would have been the one who caused the mess. Testing the Kujo family's attitude towards KKIS and our family in this way is too risky and yields too little."

"clear."

Yamagata Ieyasu stood up, opened the door, and looked into the courtyard, which already had the air of late autumn, as the setting sun sank into the white walls.

"You're not completely unable to go out these days. Next weekend, you'll represent our family at an event."

"A dinner party at the Nijo family's house?"

"Heh, it seems that information travels really fast in your young people's circles."

Who else was traveling with them?

"Your aunt's daughter, please take care of your cousin."

Yamagata Ariaki thought of his rebellious aunt from childhood.

My aunt was opposed to her own love affair when she was young, and was then arranged to marry someone she didn't like. She hasn't been back to her family home for Chinese New Year for 15 years now.

In the past 15 years, the only person she has kept in touch with at home is her brother, Zhengzong.

My aunt remarried at the beginning of this year to the current leader of the Izumo Group, mostly at my father's behest. This actually improved her relationship with the family considerably.

This is why Yamagata Ariaki had the opportunity to meet his cousin Mao, his aunt's daughter—a girl who was clearly mentally unstable, timid, and habitually ingratiating. He had originally thought that his aunt, who disliked following rules, could raise a wilder, more unruly child. Even if his cousin's hidden instability exploded, at most it would only pop an inflated balloon.

Raising girls requires nurturing their vision and self-confidence. This is true for Chiyo Konoe, Seiha Ryuzoji, and even for Rize Shinazugawa, who has a strong fist.
Yamagata Ariaki touched his cheek.

After not receiving a reply for a moment, the head of the Yamagata family turned around and said in surprise,

"Too much trouble?"

"no problem."

"I heard that Konoe Shizumizu from the Konoe family will also be attending. Bring your sister with you and try to get to know her."

"The Konoe family, huh?"

"There's no need to worry."

"Understood, Father. Is there anything else I should keep in mind regarding the banquet?"

"Don't try to steal the spotlight on a stage set up by others, and don't act impulsively. I believe you know your limits."

"Ah."

To play a supporting role?

Yamagata Ariaki nodded and fell silent.

This time, it was Konoe Takuma who called directly.

In less than 20 minutes, several things were resolved. As expected of the Five Registrars, their efficiency is top-notch. It's a pity that this energy cannot be channeled into the country's administrative system.

"What are your plans for handling the aftermath, Asama-kun?"

"Does Mr. Konoe have any good suggestions?"

"My suggestion is to ask Brother Meicheng. Since you helped him this time, he'll definitely be happy to let you continue to help him to the end." Konoe Takuma started passing the buck again.

"Does this mean that Mr. Kujo's character is superior to yours? After all, I also helped you, Mr. Konoe."

"Hehe, wasn't it you, Asama-kun, who called to ask for help cleaning up the mess 30 minutes ago?"

Konoe Takuma let out another laugh that was hard to tell whether it was good or bad, sounding like both pleasure and mockery.

Asama, who was on his way, overheard the old man Konoe trying to distance himself from the situation and feigned regret.
“Very well, then I’ll have to find Mr. Ichijo. After all, I believe that if I entrust the matter of carrying out the arrest, negotiating with the embassy, ​​lifting the information control, and communicating with the Kujo family to Ichijo, he can also help with it.”

Issues related to the judiciary, diplomacy, and public opinion, as well as matters that ultimately place the responsibility on the Yamagata family, are not things that the Yamagata family cannot handle.

"Alright."

Member Konoe seems uninterested in the domestic policy card of "[list of members entangled with KKIS]", the diplomatic card of "[Loli Island transaction records]", or the special attack card against the Kujo family of "[evidence of corruption by the Sakon family]".

Asama, who frequently participated in business negotiations in his past life, understood that the old man Konoe was simply undervaluing the items being traded in order to gain an advantage in the transaction.

Just as Asama was about to speak, Konoe Takuma said...

"However, I'm afraid you, Asama, can't afford the reward that Brother Ma Yuan wants. Actually, I would suggest you go to Brother Mei Cheng, because for him, helping you is helping himself."

Asama was well aware of the consequences of asking Ichijou Asahi and Nijou Kenjiro for help.

"If Mr. Konoe doesn't state his desired compensation, how can I judge whether Mr. Ichijo's offer is too high or too low?"

“I don’t need any compensation. Although you have been saying that it’s a mutually beneficial transaction, for me, this help without compensation is a valuable investment in you, Asama-kun.”

Konoe Takuma always managed to say things with convincing goodwill, which in turn convinced Asama that there was absolutely no problem with the value of his traded goods.

"I heard that the US president will be visiting Japan this month, bringing his tariff stick and military spending bill. Mr. Konoe, don't you think Japan needs to prepare a few more cards before going to the negotiating table? If it were you, how much would you pay for these cards?"

"Hehe, since you want to resolve the KKIS issue quickly, Asama-kun, you won't hide the cards. As for who gets these cards, it doesn't matter to me."

The old fox, who appeared to be indifferent to worldly desires, pointed out Asama's passive reality.

"Since Mr. Konoe is so noble and virtuous, then consider these cards a gift from me. In a sense, this is also my value investment in you, not an investment in the Konoe family, but an investment in you, Mr. Konoe."

"Oh? That's truly an honor." "Of course, you're the first elderly person I've invested in."

Asama's verbal offense did not cause Konoe Takuma to waver, just as Konoe Chiyo's barbed words in the past were merely a sign of weakness to Asama.

"Hehehe, I'm going to brag about this to the other old folks, but I'm afraid they'll say it's just a sign of your filial piety. The more you explain something, the less people believe you. You agree, right, Asama-kun?"

"."

Seeing that Asama remained silent, the other person suddenly changed the subject.

"Since you mentioned the United States, what are your thoughts on US-Japan relations?"

"The dog's owner is hungry and wants to eat dog meat, that's the reality. If the dog doesn't want to end up in the pot, it has to show other value, like hunting, but this dog has a chain around its neck; or it can fawn and flatter, but flattery can't solve the owner's hunger problem; so this dog can only distract the owner by barking wildly at something indescribable, and that indescribable thing is best if it's a sheep, or even a tiger would be good."

"Haha, master and dog? A harsh metaphor, but not quite right."

Asama, who was casting [Modu's Demise in the North], stopped and looked at the mansion on the hilltop, which was covered by red maple leaves. He pressed his earpiece and said...

"That's true. No owner in this world would keep their dog in someone else's yard."

Konoe Takuma laughed again.

"This isn't what I mean by unsuitable. A powerful metaphor can illuminate thought, but an oversimplified one can extinguish it. While simplifying and personifying international relations may be intuitive and interesting, it can also prevent us from understanding their complex realities and seeking ways to change them."

At least, a dog on a chain can't play the card of reporting its owner for molesting a little girl.

"I was just stating my opinion frankly."

"In your opinion, young man Asama, how should this unequal relationship be changed?"

"This can't be explained in just a few words. I don't think Mr. Konoe is the kind of person who's impatient and wants an answer right away. I'll talk to you about it later."

"Okay, I look forward to Asama-kun giving a different answer."

Konoe Takuma laughed, giving Asama the illusion that he could satisfy the other party no matter how he answered.

A kind of appreciation that can make many people feel inflated.

If someone were to tell Asama now that Konoe Takuma also possesses some kind of affinity system, he certainly wouldn't be surprised.

"Speaking of which, if you want to get things done quickly, Asama-kun, you should give me the evidence you mentioned as soon as possible."

Asama took a deep breath and said nothing more.

Seeing that there was no response, Konoe waited for another ten seconds or so, but unexpectedly the other party hung up the phone.

Just as he couldn't help but unfold his cypress fan and call his secretary, Imperial Guard Ruzai, to enter, a voice came from downstairs—

"Mr. Konoe, your package has arrived."

The guards in Konoe's house were all startled by the sudden noise, but Konoe calmly opened the study window and waved to Asama.

This arrogant young man is quite impatient.

Konoe pondered, thinking of his daughter who hadn't yet returned home, and then smiled.

"Asama-kun, there's another deal. I wonder if you'd be interested?"

"When does it begin?"

Rintaro Ijuin, Alice Kujo's loyal follower, looks at his little brother whom he took in during kindergarten, Chris Jinbo, the head of the Chiyoda Ward branch of Mugensha, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

The two were making final confirmations in the restroom on the edge of the parking lot at Sheren Park.

"It can happen anytime. But if someone dies, it's no small matter. After all, the Infinite Society isn't just backed by Asama Shizumizu alone, but by the Konoe family, the Nijo family, the Takatsukasa family, and the Togami family."

"What kind of deaths could vomiting agents and tear gas cause? You weren't this hesitant when you asked for money before."

“I didn’t take the money; it was paid to someone else for risking their life. After the reckoning, with the skills of Daiki, Heiwa, and Asama Shizumi, even if they can’t trace it back to you, they will trace it back to me.”

Johnny Chris's implication was that he still owed hush money.

Rintarō Ijuin feigned ignorance and said earnestly,

"I've already thought of that for you. Even if problems arise, there are those protest groups that have been bullied by thugs, and those idiots who advocate for the protection of minors' labor rights to help cover for you. You can then distance yourself from the situation."

I've also invited two reporters this time. As long as we muddy the waters and make things bigger, the dissolution of Infinite Society is a foregone conclusion. Why would Da Hui and He Ping have the mind to bother you again?
"Hmph, I'll see what that damn Asama Shizumizu is capable of to keep this lousy event going."

"But nothing is completely airtight."

Ijuin glanced at his childhood friend.
"I never thought that after all these years of God's protection, you've grown taller, but your courage has shrunk. Don't worry, as long as you cooperate with me to vent this anger, I'll help you deal with your family's difficulties."

Before Shinbo Chris could agree, a sneer rang in their ears—

"Well, how about I help you vent your anger?"

"Who?!"

"Damn it."

"!!!"x2
Asama clapped his hands and dealt with the two guys. He hadn't expected to run into something like this while looking for a place to change clothes.

It seems I'll have to stick to the habit of snapping my fingers 100 times every morning, just like exercising or doing practice problems.

He glanced at Chris Jinbo lying on the ground; the blond-haired guy was definitely no good. Asama used Jinbo's phone to summon those idiots to gather here with their tools.

During the free time while waiting, Asama unlocked Rintaro Ijuin's phone and learned the whole story.

After all that, the real reason that made Ijuin decide to take revenge wasn't that Asama had asked the Nijo family police officer to treat him to pork cutlet rice after his car chase, nor was it Asama's sharp criticism of his terrible novel, but rather that Asama Shizumi had embarrassed Ijuin's goddess, Kujo Alice, in public the day before yesterday.

This loyalty deserves praise, so Asama decided to treat Ijuin to another pork cutlet meal.

It must be said that the destructive power of a hastily planned sabotage operation was quite limited.

Asama gave Daiki a heads-up about the protest groups organized online by Ijuin, and suggested several countermeasures. Rather than resorting to heavy-handed security guards locking down and expelling people, or police detaining people, Daiki preferred a more structured confrontation and a dedicated, explanatory negotiation session.

As for the two reporters who were paid to do their jobs, Asama wasn't worried at all. The publicity budget for this Infinite Festival was ample, and with the Five Photographers' name attached to it, he managed to bribe the major television stations without spending much money.

After dealing with the minor crisis at the Infinite Festival, Asama reappeared at the Infinite Festival market with his hair completely white again.

Poch crossed his arms and looked dissatisfied.

"Ah Shui, did you fall into the toilet? Why have we been waiting for so long?"

Seeing that he was wearing the matching outfits he and Asama had bought in Shimokitazawa, he glanced at his watch and asked with a smile.

"If I had known that Jing Shui-kun would arrive so early, Bo Qi-jie and I should have left earlier as well."

"This is the perfect time, let's have lunch first."

"Is Ah Shui going to make us lunch?" Boqi asked happily.

"I don't make dog food."

Pochi immediately grabbed Erjian's sleeve and complained,
"Xiaoyue, Ah Shui is calling you a dog!"

"The puppy is so cute, I bet Shizumizu-kun thinks so too~ Woof~ Woof~"

Niji looked at Asama with a beaming smile, so cute it was almost unfair.

I'm the dog.

Asama reflected on himself. (End of Chapter)