Tokyo Wingman King

Like a pebble falling from the sky into a calm lake, creating large ripples.

The girl stood up quietly, and spoke softly, yet she drew the attention of all the guests sitting around her.

Diners who came here specifically for the merchandise of anime bands suddenly lost interest in the animations on their phones and tablets.

You can watch anime anytime, but you can't watch the beautiful girl in front of you.

The thought naturally arose in everyone's mind: "I must consider whether this is the only chance I will ever have in my life."

The girl's aloof and out-of-place demeanor, coupled with the beef bowl poster on the Yoshinoya wall, made the diners question the reality of the scene before them, and even caused them to feel an inescapable sense of palpitations and dizziness.

Asama, who spent his days with beautiful girls, also briefly experienced the dizziness caused by Stendhal syndrome.

Despite feeling chest tightness, shortness of breath, and shame, they couldn't look away.

Some people choked up and berated themselves, saying they had promised to only treat two-dimensional women as wives, how could they be so easily swayed by three-dimensional women? How pathetic!
Some people were internally screaming, "[Subaru-chan! MMK! Hurry up and give me some erotic pictures to save me from the Ice Witch's control!]", while their brains were frantically consuming memory in tandem with their eyes.

Some even suspect that Yoshinoya does possess the power to summon prickly beauties. "Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai"—am I the male protagonist of this book?
The most mature and composed individuals secretly took out their phones and began recording silently, but were quickly interrupted by the girl's sweeping gaze. Their frozen postures resembled those of wild goblins glared at by a dragon.

"Are you following me?"

A raised question successfully pulled everyone out of their vortex of illusion.

It was only then that the diners noticed a gloomy man sitting in a corner of the restaurant, exuding the same aura of a stern and sophisticated professional.

He and she were staring at each other, oblivious to everyone else around them.

Do you actually know the Ice Witch?
What a lucky bastard!

Standing in front of Asama,

The person staring at him with eyes filled with a mixture of surprise, suspicion, disdain, and embarrassment was none other than himself.

It was the class monitor, Ryuzoji Seiwa, who had ended the call just a few minutes earlier.

This Japanese Hidekazu [Forbidden Flower] used a special technique similar to the Eye of Sauron, looking around to repel all inquiring gazes, then crossed his arms and stared silently at Asama.

Asama also scrutinized Ryuzoji Seiha.

She had no bodyguards behind her, and appeared to be alone.

Perhaps you just met with Kohinata Sakura, who lives nearby? Kohinata's house isn't far, and the location for the intelligence gathering this afternoon was also in this area.

But why is she here?

The luxurious feel emanating from Ryuzoji Chanwa is completely out of place with Yoshinoya.

The girl wore a cool gray knitted cashmere sweater. Even though Asama hadn't followed the fashion scene for over two weeks, she still recognized it as a design from Loro Piana's fall collection last year. Underneath the sweater was a white linen dress, likely from Brunello Cucinelli.

These are all brands that emphasize fabric over design, and are favored by the wealthy. If the dress isn't haute couture, this whole outfit would probably cost around $8.

The girl was carrying a small embroidered woven bag with a black face and beige lettering. The style was not clear, but the beige embroidered lettering [RS] was probably an abbreviation of Ryuzoji Seiwa's name.

The girl's feet were clearly made of high-quality calfskin Oxford shoes. The style was simple, but the craftsmanship of the lines and textures on the upper was something that ordinary machines could not produce.

Excluding accessories such as the silver-gray silk headband, her entire outfit must have cost at least 10 yen, which is equivalent to wearing 1500 million yen on her body.

Asama recalled that her first encounter with Ryuzoji Seiha was at the observation deck on the Mikura Peninsula of Lake Towada. At that time, she was wearing a long black silk dress, which seemed to be a new design from Giambattista Valli this year, and it was quite expensive.

The armor of a Lawful Good Knight is indeed something ordinary people shouldn't try to break.

This is the typical spending pattern for wealthy young women; Masumi Ichijo, Rena Nijo, and Chiyo Konoe are all like this, and some even go further.

Their purchase of a million-yuan garment is no different from an ordinary person buying a 1000-yuan garment at Uniqlo.

Admittedly, wearing luxurious clothes is a requirement of Ryuzoji Seiwa's inherent status and a manifestation of her personal aesthetic, and it does not contradict her upright character.

But Asama still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Ryuzoji wore this outfit to eat rice bowl at Yoshinoya, one of the three major restaurants serving the "poor man's set meal".
This scene is rather absurd.

Conversely, at the G20 summit, other leaders are all dressed in formal attire. What do you mean by attending the summit as the head of state in a vest and flip-flops?
Inappropriate.

Perhaps he was overestimating Ryuzoji Seiwa.

Perhaps my own understanding is not high enough. What someone wears is their right and freedom, and I am just being too picky and demanding.

However, at least among the Eight Temples family, even the extravagantly wealthy Phoenix Haruka usually only wears moderately priced casual sportswear like Sporty&rich.

As expected, Rise Shinazugawa, who loves to buy cheap goods from street vendors and can even make them look charming, is quite an anomaly among the Knights of Justice.

A jumble of thoughts flashed through my mind like lightning.

After a brief eye contact with Ryuzoji, Asama realized he was now [Shinichiro Kondo], and so, in a high-pitched, somewhat neurotic voice, he said...

"Are you following me?"

Ryuzoji Chanwa was stunned for a moment when this strange man turned the tables on her, and then she frowned even more.

"Stalking? Ridiculous. Why would I stalk you? Your excessive self-awareness is not in line with your age. I suspect your mental age is still stuck at 14."

Ryuzoji Chanwa omitted all honorifics, as if the person in front of her was neither her teacher nor her next accomplice, but a juvenile delinquent awaiting trial.

Asama took out his phone, opened the call log, and shoved it in front of Ryuzoji's face.
"They bombarded me with 16 phone calls this morning. Doesn't that seem like stalking?"

Upon hearing Asama's words, the onlookers couldn't help but gasp.

Good heavens, he actually managed to get the Ice Witch to chase after him, is he Tokyo Geralt?

Ryuzoji ignored these reactions. She sat down again, finished ordering, and then turned her head toward Asama again.

"You're quite the charmer. I just sent you my location, and you're already in this area. I find it hard to believe it's a coincidence. Aren't you the real stalker?"

"No, no, no. Logically speaking, Shinichiro Kondo, who works at the Yoshino family, is far more normal than Ryuzoji Seiha, who also works at the Yoshino family. The abnormal one is the stalker, because she will go to places she doesn't usually go in order to follow her target."

"Ha, a high-class person with an annual salary of 200 million would come here to eat at Yoshinoya?"

"If the young lady of the prestigious Ryuzoji family can come, why can't I? Look at the male-to-female ratio in this shop, aren't you the really strange one?"

Upon hearing Asama's words, Ryuzoji glared at him fiercely.

The shop assistant then stepped in and bowed deeply.
"Um, I'm very sorry, but our store has rules against disorderly and noisy behavior. If you two want to continue arguing, could you please leave the store? You've already caused inconvenience to other customers, and we hope you can understand."

Japanese waiters are naturally gifted at speaking in a way that is full of polite language but is anything but impolite.

Ryuzoji blushed and was about to apologize and leave when he saw that Asama had no intention of leaving at all. Instead, he stretched out his finger and swiped on the ordering tablet.

She could only control her expression, apologize to the waiter, and start scrolling through the menu.

An eerie silence quickly spread throughout the restaurant. More than eating their noodles, the diners were curious about what would happen to the arguing couple next.

Another employee, probably trying to ease the tension, brought over a menu, placed it between the two, and asked,
"Um, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier. Thank you for your understanding. Our restaurant is currently offering several special double-person set meals. I see that the Tsukimi Donburi and Beef Salmon Donburi that you two ordered are included in this set meal, which will save you 268 yen. Would you like to change to this set meal?"

Asama and Ryuzoji both focused their attention on the spot the clerk was pointing to—[Moon Viewing Love - Couple's Set Meal].

What the hell?

Does this shop assistant have no sense at all? Is the young lady of the Ryuzoji family someone who's short of 268 yen?
"No, thank you. We're not in a relationship. My interest in her is less than that of Yoshinoya's Tsukimi Donburi," Asama declared first. "If my boyfriend were someone like you, I'd rather eat Yoshinoya for the rest of my life," Ryuzoji retorted, not to be outdone.

"Hey, what do you mean by 'someone like me'?"

"Hey, what do you mean by 'I'd rather eat Yoshinoya for the rest of my life'?"

The shop assistant, who had just bowed and asked them to leave, stormed back in and kicked Asama and Ryuzoji out of the shop.

Awful.

Ryuzoji Seiwa never imagined that one day she would be seen as someone who causes trouble for others.

Because of someone, the world's general tolerance towards her has also failed.

She resisted looking at the culprit, only to find him glaring at her indignantly.

"Make me pay for my moon-viewing rice bowl!"

Ryuzoji laughed angrily.
"I've found that once a person becomes shameless, they can definitely take the initiative in everything."

"Who's the shameless one here? Class monitor, we were supposed to meet today, and you were the one who made the request. Why are you complaining now?"

Asama pinched his fingers and mimicked Ryuzoji's tone,

"Hey [Why is it you]? Why can't it be me?"

Ryuzoji maintained his crossed arms and said coldly,

"Ha, you were the one who labeled someone a [stalker] first, and now you're acting all wronged. I did ask you to meet at 2 pm, but that doesn't mean I want to see you earlier. Some stinky things are acceptable in the toilet, but not in the restaurant."

As Ryuzoji's words became increasingly outrageous, Asama suspected that Ryuzoji was definitely one of the people secretly spewing insults at the love counseling department on the Eiwa Forum.

You really misunderstood Ren Miura.

"Hey, class monitor, you're not the only one in KKIS who wants to cooperate with me. I don't necessarily need your help. If I don't get the respect I need, I'm leaving right now."

Ryuzoji snorted coldly and said confidently,
"But you didn't just leave, which proves you're not as indifferent as you claim. Kondo, answer me, the matter of Principal Sakon of KKIS was at the behest of the Kujo family, wasn't it?"

"What do you mean, 'near-principal'? School affairs are none of my business. I'm just a lowly employee."

"Unfortunately, you haven't done a good job playing the role of a teacher. After helping the Kujo family remove Sakon's protective umbrella, your next target is the Brotherhood, right?"

"What are you babbling about? Where is your respect?" Asama crossed his arms and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Ryuzoji said with a headache,
"I'm not blaming you. As an adult, can you please stop being so childish?"

"No, stop with your slippery slope fallacy. Every person, whether an adult or not, deserves respect."

"Then how do you want to be respected?" Ryuzoji covered his forehead.

"Give me back my Tsukimi Donburi!!!"

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The two of them each ordered a set meal at Matsuya, which is next to Yoshinoya.

Although Matsuya doesn't have a Tsukimi beef bowl, it does have a raw egg beef bowl, which is like having an extra egg white compared to Yoshinoya.

Ryuzoji, who had lost his appetite due to anger, started eating as well when he saw Asama eating heartily.

"Phew, the gas tank is finally full."

After finishing his miso soup and hot tea, Asama patted his stomach dramatically, let out a satisfied sigh, and asked the person next to him,

"Even the young lady of the Ryuzoji family can eat commoner carbohydrate-based food?"

Ryuzoji put down his chopsticks and glanced at Asama.
"Hmph, I'm not the kind of trash who considers mainstream food as garbage. If there really is a famine, they'll find instant noodles delicious even if they're just eating them dry."

"As a true noble lady, class monitor, your stance on our country's nobility is rather... subtle." Asama deliberately dragged out her words.

"Treating perfectly normal values ​​as something subtle only shows that you yourself have become corrupt."

Ryuzoji picked up the small bowl and sipped the miso soup.

"Does the class monitor also believe that with great power comes great responsibility?"

"No, I've just realized that the greater the power, the more control one has."

How can this be explained?

"You're an ethics professor, don't you understand?"

Asama gestured for them to proceed and smiled.

"Appreciate further details."

Ryuzoji deliberately avoided going to see him.

"The conversation has gone off-topic."

Asama shrugged.
"This isn't the place to talk business, although the coffee shop you booked isn't either."

"Alright. Let's talk about what we were just discussing. Kondo, do you know the fundamental difference between helping and controlling?"

"The difference is obvious. In essence, help is medicine, while control is a drug. Help makes the beneficiary confident, healthy, and independent, while control makes the beneficiary feel inferior, deformed, and dependent. Help is the transfer of power, while control is the display of power."

The best way to distinguish between the two is by the number of choices available—increasing someone's life choices is the meaning of help. If it reduces their choices, or leaves them with no choices at all, then it's control at work.

Ryuzoji Seiba, who was tidying up the dishes and bowls on the side, nodded in deep agreement.

Shinichiro Kondo is indeed not just a pretty face; he is one of those people who truly have insight.

"That's right. If the people of a country find that their choices are becoming fewer and fewer, it means that the country's aristocracy is becoming decadent. So look at Japan now, even the price of rice has risen so high that everyone can only buy 'kukuku' rice. What are those people if not trash?"

Asama smiled.

"You might be cursing your parents too."

Ryuzoji closed his eyes slightly and said in a natural tone.

“Of course, there is joint liability.”

She then looked intently at Asama.
"But the main responsibility lies with those at higher levels, such as your Kujo family."

The girl emphasized the word "you all".

“I’m not a member of the Kujo family. Besides, it was the agricultural cooperative that caused Matsuya to raise prices; the Konoe family probably bears more responsibility.”

A figure flashed through Ryuzoji's mind. Suppressing her thoughts, she said mockingly,

"Heh, your intelligence has been exposed. Don't you know that yet? Young Master Kujo, who has returned from America."

Thinking about Ryuzoji Seiha and [KID]'s tests, Asama finally understood who had given Ryuzoji the information. (End of Chapter)