Tokyo Wingman King

'When is this guy finally going to dye his white hair back?'

Ryuzoji Chanwa saw her ex-boyfriend and his female companions.

She just couldn't stand her ex-boyfriend's current hair color.

Eye-catching, flamboyant, and unserious—this hair color should definitely be placed on the head of that man in my dream who talks nonsense.

Of course, it was also thanks to his white hair that she was able to spot him in the crowd at a glance.

At this moment, she and Phoenix Inuyasha were 11 rows away from Asama Shizumi and her group. Because the audience seating was arranged in an arc shape, and they were all sitting relatively close to the front, they could see the Love Counseling Club members 11 rows away even through the crowd.

He was still chatting and laughing with his blonde cousin named Pochi, whom she had never heard of in her dreams.

Well, it was mainly my cousin who was joking around.

She knew little about her cousin Asama and hadn't bothered to investigate further. She only remembered that Haruka had mentioned that this cousin was a somewhat strange person who liked to introduce herself with phrases like, "[To me, A-Shui is my dearest younger brother]." Currently, she was staying at Asama's old home as a student preparing for her senior year of high school, aiming for the University of Tokyo.

Ryuzoji Seiwa couldn't help but shift her gaze to the boy's face again.

Speaking of differences, his expression is even more noticeable than his hair color.

Unlike the man in his dreams who always feigned cheerfulness and lightened the mood with jokes, he rarely smiled these days, seemingly lost in thought. Was it because the real-life Asama Shizumi was stronger, so he no longer needed to put on a fawning, ingratiating, or pleasing act?

From Ryuzoji Seiwa's perspective, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Because, in her dream, Asama Shizumi's forced smile actually made her feel a pang of sympathy.

Ryuzoji stared at the boy's profile, his chin stubbornly tucked in as he gazed at the staff adjusting the equipment on stage.

Is he worried about the outcome of this event?

Ryuzoji initially did not understand why Asama Shizumizu invested so much energy and resources in supporting Daiki Heiwa in establishing the Mugensha and holding the Mugen Festival.

After all, combat sports are a niche sport and are destined to never become a national phenomenon; forcibly promoting it would only make him seem arrogant. At least 6% of the audience were wearing Mugen-sha clothing, which also shows that the event's marketization level is not ideal.

However, she now understands what Shizumi Asama is trying to do.

Because she personally witnessed people dressed in Mugensha uniforms helping an elderly person unload goods in Jimbocho;

She saw the news on TV that Mugensha was helping several girls who were homeless near Toyoko to return home, and that temporary accommodation and jobs were arranged for those who did not want to leave Tokyo.
She learned from her brother that Mugensha was not only a sports club with a sense of public welfare, but also a business company with a business mindset, and had received more than 20 investments from the Gosetsu family, the Miyukiin family, the Hououin family, the Togami family, and others.

Managing a group of people is not an easy task. A team of 20 or 40 people is manageable, but when the team grows to around 200 people, problems such as cliques, protectionism, nepotism, conflicting interests, personal grudges, hierarchical barriers, rigid execution, and distorted communication will emerge.

Those who lack management skills are not qualified to discuss politics. Shizumi Asama was able to manage a team of over 2000 people effectively through the intervention of others, and even with this group of undesirable individuals, she was able to organize such a large-scale event.
Phoenix Institute had previously told her that Mugensha not only absorbed, controlled, and restrained most of the bad elements in Tokyo, but also assisted the police in dismantling three cult dens. The significant improvement in public security in Tokyo over the past few months can be largely attributed to Mugensha.

It's obvious that Asama is using this Infinite Society as practice.

In the future, this organization may very well become the [People's Revolutionary Alliance].

Perhaps the so-called Infinite Fighting Festival is just a celebration he created to reward everyone in the Infinite Society, or perhaps a military parade.

犒劳
This is something they rarely think about in their dreams: the word "revolution" has nothing to do with "reward." Group activities are always accompanied by self-sacrifice; even if there are small gains, they are all used for recruitment and publicity. They overestimated everyone's awareness and even more so their own management abilities.
Ah, our eyes met!
Ryuzoji Chanwa immediately pulled herself out of the torrent of self-blame and subconsciously looked away.

However, her face was still unnaturally turned towards that direction.

What am I hiding from?
Ryuzoji Chanba first turned his head away to avoid eye contact, pretending to be attracted by some noise.

Three seconds later, he slowly turned his head and looked in Asama's direction.

He didn't look away, while Futami Tsukikai, the current acting head of the relationship counseling department next to him, smiled and waved his arm in their direction.

"Chanyu, I saw Teacher Da, they're waving."

My friend gently tugged at my shoulder and waved to the side.

There is no way to avoid it.

Do you want to laugh?
Wouldn't it be better if you didn't smile?

Before Ryuzoji Seiha could respond, the people around him stood up.

"Look, Teacher Da is looking over here."

"Aaaaaah! Asama-sama is looking over here!!!"

As if fanatics had witnessed a miracle, the audience's enthusiasm spread wildly in all directions like autumn grass set ablaze. Ryuzoji Seiha and Hououin Haruka were quickly drowned out by the cheers and screams of the entire audience.

The large screen on the stage, which was being tested, switched the promotional video to a live stream of Asama Shizumi's face.

The person who started it all simply nodded in this direction without any expression.

Ryuzoji noticed that his friend, who was suffering from severe aversion to stupidity, did not show any disgust on his face. Instead, he had a superstitious smile on his face.

This smile cannot be explained by etiquette or politeness.

Ryuzoji Seiwa let out a long sigh of relief and asked his friend, who was standing on tiptoe,
"Why don't you sit over there? You're also a member of the relationship counseling department, they should have saved a seat for you, you don't need to sit here with me."

Phoenix Inu Haruka had long ago given her club tickets to the Latino friend of the Shinomiya family's eldest daughter.

I only managed to buy the current double seat tickets after consulting with a friend.

The girl with the power of money sat down and laughed.

"Have you still not let go of your prejudice against Teacher Da? Why do you have to sit so far away when you've already acknowledged your comradeship?"

"Sorry, that was in a dream. I've never been able to deal with people like Shizumi Asama and Rize Shinazugawa."

"At least subconsciously, you hope they can become your comrades-in-arms, mostly because they have qualities that we don't have. Besides, Hachiman and Shinazugawa don't seem like the same kind of people at all, right?"

“I have talked to all three of my family’s psychologists, and they all said that even if we both had very similar and extremely complex dreams in a row, it does not mean that the dream is sacred. The other real people who appear in the dream, what they say, do, and have in the dream are not relevant to our understanding.”

Ryuzoji Seiwa replied in a dry, monotone voice.

Has Da Laoshi offended her somehow recently?

Seeing that her friend didn't want to continue the topic, Phoenix Inu Haruka also didn't intend to continue.

A strong gust of wind blew from behind.

Wearing a baseball cap with the words "[This is the only one]" and a blue and white baseball jersey, Hououin Haruka held down her hat and asked Ryuzoji, who was wearing a thin long dress and had the same style of headband as her, "..."

"Can I lend you my coat? My undershirt is quite warm."

Ryuzoji, who was fixing his hair, paused for a moment, then smiled and said,

"If you want to show your boyfriend strength, the best way is to just drape your clothes over your girlfriend. Because if you ask her to answer the question, refusing will seem cold and indifferent, while agreeing will seem a bit selfish."

Phoenix Inuya suppressed a laugh, took off her clothes and wrapped them around Ryuzoji, then winked at him and said...
"Why does it sound like you've been in a noisy, awkward, and immature love marathon? Chanyu, you've already been in a relationship?"

Ryuzoji raised his head and explained.

"Of course not. Service Club also provides relationship counseling, so it's essential to have some knowledge about relationships."

Phoenix Ino kept smiling. She knew the story of how her friend and the Great Teacher had fallen out. She had even read all the smear posts that the Service Club had made against the Love Counseling Club.

So, is the hostility towards the teacher stemming from the friend's competitive spirit? That's not entirely incomprehensible.

"Since you also offer relationship counseling, Chanyu, why don't you write a relationship guide before you leave school?"

"The book he wrote, judging from its overall content, can no longer be considered a dating guide in the strict sense."

"So I'm really looking forward to seeing your version, Chanyu who doesn't date. Will she be more professional in the study of love than Da Laoshi who doesn't date?"

"How can you be so sure that Asama Shizumizu has never been in a relationship?"

"At our Jinri Publishing House, the biography of Shizumi Asama is a required course."

"What kind of new cult is your Truth Society?"

"If it were truly a cult, I wouldn't have reduced the number of members. The group currently has fewer than 20 official members."

"Isn't treating the study of Shizumi Asama as the study of truth enough to be considered a cult?"

"Why don't you join us and experience it for a few weeks? Anyway, our club hardly has any offline gatherings; it's all online teaching and discussion, so it doesn't take up much time."

"That's not necessary."

Just processing all of these things from her dreams is enough to keep her going.

Ryuzoji Seiha also found it strange. Why was Hououin Haruka unaffected by the content of the dream, even though they were having the same kind of dream? Was it because every day in reality was far more worth looking forward to than a dream?
Ryuzoji beckons to the hot girl selling drinks from a tray and notices that although there are 6 kinds of drinks available, grape-flavored Fanta takes up half the space on the wooden tray.

"What's going on?"

"You didn't know that Teacher Da likes this flavor?"

Ryuzoji gave a cold laugh.

Why should I know this?

As soon as he said it, Ryuzoji asked himself again—why didn't I know this?

In the past, it seemed that whatever he drank was always what she wanted. She never paid attention to his daily preferences, which showed his strong boyfriend qualities. As his girlfriend, wasn't she being too irresponsible?

Ryuzoji Seiwa has been caught up in talking to himself and asking and answering his own questions, a habit he has frequently found himself in for the past few months.

Seeing that the pretty girl waving had stopped talking, the hot girl selling drinks looked at another, even more strikingly beautiful girl and asked,

"Would you two ladies like a grape-flavored Fanta, the same one Da Zhangwei drinks? Six ice cubes make it the most authentic!"

"Okay, two drinks, keep the change."

Phoenix Inuya handed over a 10,000 yen note.

The hot girl's eyes lit up. She opened the side ice box, put ice cubes into the three-quarters full cup, handed it to the two of them, and also slipped two postcards into their hands.

"This is a free gift~~~ If you want to sell it, it's 1000 yen each!"

After saying that, the hot girl responded to the customers waving from afar, and swayed her hips as she walked away.

Ryuzoji looked at the [Asama Shizumi] in his hand, unsure whether to throw it away or keep it, so he could only change his mind and say...

"You mean, was it Asama Shizumizu's idea to sell these portrait paintings like idol stars sell merchandise?"

"Of course not. But, Teacher Da doesn't care much about his image rights. If Infinite Society can generate revenue from this, he won't have any objections."

"What will happen to him if he continues to indulge in such rampant and unrestrained use of other people's images?"

"Mugen also has legal counsel, so naturally they wouldn't do anything that would incur fines. Besides, whether someone else's image would be more popular than Hachiman's among the Mugen Festival's audience, even if they were a real idol star, is still an unknown."

Phoenix Courtyard took a sip of Fanta.

It is too sweet.

"He has some taste, actually."

Alice Kujo had heard long ago that Shizumi Asama liked to drink grape-flavored Fanta.

But only now have I become convinced that the rumors are true.

Grape-flavored soda was once a fairly cheap and popular drink in the United States, which is why it was labeled as a Black-only food, much like watermelon and fried chicken. If you offer this flavored soda to a Black friend in the US, be prepared for them to retaliate with a fist or a gun.

She was surprised that Shizumi Asama liked this drink.

"Aren't you afraid of burning your tongue drinking this cheap beverage? I have non-alcoholic champagne here."

After speaking, Konoe Chiyo took the drink from her personal maid, Emiya Shiro.

After completing her bet with Konoe Chiyo on Friday, Kujo Alice received an invitation from Konoe Chiyo to watch the event that Asama Shizumizu had put together.

There were four rows of seats in total, in front, behind, left, and right. Two people sat together.
"You should ask your brother about that."

"Perhaps it's a matter of enduring hardship and biding his time, but more importantly, it's about creating an illusion for those people. Just like his approachable clothes, it makes ordinary people think that important figures dress, eat, live, and travel in the same way as them, so that they are the same kind of people. I believe that the reason why your US president can sway so many redneck voters is not unrelated to his love of eating hamburgers and drinking Coke."

Alice Kujo was not surprised by Chiyo Konoe's remarks. In her mind, it was normal for the children of the five regent families in Japan to be arrogant and stubborn like Chiyo Konoe.

Shizusui Asama's sense of being an outsider may stem from his upbringing as an illegitimate child.

Alice Kujo noticed the Richard Mille watch on the maid's wrist, which was probably 100 times more expensive than her Tasaki bracelet, and chuckled.

"You guys really know how to indulge in extravagance. There isn't even a decent private room here, yet you still bring bodyguards, servants, and champagne."

"It is precisely because there are no private rooms that we need these people to keep us company even more."

Chiyo Konoe had some spare cash, and the tickets for the Mugen Festival weren't expensive, so she bought more than 30 extra seats around her own to isolate herself from ordinary people so as not to disturb her conversation.

"Those who feel ashamed of extravagance are mostly unaware of their own position. In many cases, the pursuit of luxury is not only a means of maintaining dignity and status, but also a way to make the distribution of social wealth more balanced. If a noble only takes in and doesn't give out, then that noble is not far from his death. In many ways, Asama Shizumi spends money much faster than I do."

Konoe Chiyo knew that Asama Shizumizu, who never pursued luxury, had squandered at least 300 billion yen this summer with his [friends] on a trip to China.

Suddenly, the large screen on the stage, which is also the martial arts arena, began randomly selecting people and displaying their [pleasure value].

After scanning a few people, they actually caught several celebrities from the entertainment industry.

Every time a person was scanned, the audience would cheer.

When the camera was pointed at someone again, the jeers from the crowd reached their peak.

Some people noticed that the [pleasure value] in the lower left corner of the screen kept flashing between [0] and [-], while Asama, who was expressionless on the screen, raised his glass and made a toasting gesture towards the camera.

Oh oh oh oh oh——————

The maximum volume of the cheers from the crowd was broken again.

Konoe Chiyo looked at Kujo Alice, whose face was solemn, with a half-smile.

The competition had already begun before they even left for Kujo Shinkyo International Academy. (End of Chapter)