Tokyo Wingman King

"I'm sorry, Shizumizu-kun, but actually, the person I like is Rize. Ever since the day she held my hand and looked at the starry sky over Tokyo Bay, I have been unable to take my eyes off her."

After speaking, the exceptionally beautiful young woman stood up from the bench.

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He knew that her eyes were still full of love, but they no longer looked at him.

"Robert, I know Mai has always liked you, but I won't give up. From today onwards, we're rivals."

A vibrant idol with rainbow-colored twin tails stands on a bench, declaring war on him with a confident smile.

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His smile was still as bright as ever, but he could no longer draw warmth from it.

"Shizuku, don't you think people like Masumi, who have clear dreams, are amazing? You said you hate rich people? Yeah, I do hate those people, but Masumi is an exception. How can I work harder to get a little closer to her?"

A pale-skinned, short-haired songstress sat gracefully on one side of a bench, touching the black-painted wrought iron handrail, and lowered her head to pour out her troubles.

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Perhaps true salvation is not about similar people huddling together for warmth, but about complementary people running towards each other.

"Hero-kun, I really do like Tsukimi. If I were to abandon everything and elope with Tsukimi, you would lend me the courage, right?"

The piano prodigy, born into a top aristocratic family, sat sideways on a bench, one hand on her chest, and asked him earnestly.

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How come the romantic relationships between you guys have become a closed loop?
"Thank you for your guidance, Teacher Da. Chanyu and I will never run away from our true feelings again. We will follow your advice, never leave each other, and stay together for life."

Before leaving, the somewhat tomboyish girl with immense wealth knelt on the bench, bowed to him, and handed him a golden briefcase.

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Will the two treasures of Hachiinji Temple eventually be reunited?
"Ah Shui, Ah Shui, this time, I've found my life's goal! What is it? Of course, it's to travel the world with Ai-chan! Our first stop is Iceland~ We're leaving tomorrow, remember to come to the airport to see us off~"

A blonde mixed-race girl with gray-blue eyes leaned against a bench, gazing at the contrails in the sky, her face beaming with excitement.

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It's absolutely impossible for it to be just the two of you!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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So you just used me as a tool all along?
But I stopped doing relationship counseling a long time ago!

Why do they all insist on calling me to this bench to talk about this?
In the end, in this game of love called youth, am I the only one with no chance of winning?

Those still sitting on the bench couldn't help but let out a prolonged, desperate bark, a sound that is hard for humans to imitate.

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Wait a minute, this barking clown can't be me, right? How could I be such a pervert?
At half past three in the morning,
Asama opened his eyes precisely on time, looking at the low ceiling of the budget hotel.

There was a hint of death in his lifeless eyes.

What was the meaning of that dream?
Is this considered sexual repression?

No way, who would have this kind of dream if they were sexually repressed?!

He didn't want to admit that the first-person perspective in his dream was his own. But even if it was an observer's dream, his mind, as the director of the dream, was probably already rotten.

I never watch mindless videos, and my intelligence doesn't seem to be declining, so why would I have this kind of dream?

Asama asked the question knowingly in his heart.

The day before, when he replied to the girls' messages, he felt a sense of guilt and burden from their dependence on him. But when he dreamed that night and heard that they had found someone they loved, his first reaction was not to be happy for them or to feel relieved. Instead, he felt as if his chest was suddenly filled with cement mixed with iron and glass shards, and he felt short of breath and palpitations so bad that he wanted to go to the ICU for intubation.

This lingering pain is almost identical to the aftereffects of his ex-girlfriends breaking up with him after he found new love in his past life.

As expected, NTR is still more stimulating to humans, even outrageous lesbian NTR.

Here, even Jung's resurrection couldn't save him.

The fear in a dream, even if it is not one's deepest fear, is genuine and contains no elements of collective consciousness or illusion.

There were no other personalities left to use as an excuse. During this time, Asama Shizusui saw his true nature again and again—he was a despicable person who neither wanted to be bound by love nor wanted to lose them. He despised all fickle people, yet in the name of friendship, he did things even worse than fickleness.

This is not a problem that can be explained simply by sexual repression.

Ultimately, it's the primal possessiveness ingrained in our bones that subconsciously suppresses our creative desires.

According to Nietzsche's will to power, to truly transcend mediocrity, one must relentlessly focus on personal growth, ultimately becoming like a star, with an excess of inner energy that overflows. Only in this way can one become a transcendent, a creator, a giver, rather than an outsider, a follower, or a taker.

Suddenly, a comfortable coolness spread from the center of his skull, pulling him out of the abyss of emptiness and the mire of self-loathing.

It was as if someone had placed a Mentos mint in his midbrain; the coolness relieved his chest tightness and shortness of breath.

It was a lifebuoy that "calm and composed" threw to him.

Asama gains the "Calm and Composed" buff after getting at least two hours of sleep. This cool buff, which lasts for 12 hours, has become almost a permanent effect for him over the past two months. After various comparative tests throughout the summer, he can confirm that this blessing can increase his thinking speed by about 20%.

If you have this talent, why bother thinking about those unfounded things?
If you want to be a superman, a solitary figure, then life should focus on the instinct for self-transcendence, self-creation, and self-expansion. As for giving gifts, they can only be, and must be, a natural result of overflowing energy; they must never become forced sales or, in turn, hijack someone else's life.

Asama gave his useless head a few hard punches.

The thought of overflowing energy reminds me of the saying "when the body is full, it overflows," and the thought of "when the body is full, it overflows" reminds me of the seminal vesicle.
My imagination can only leap so far at this level; I am truly unqualified to shoulder the fate of more people.

There's no time for idle thoughts.

His schedule was packed today, and there were still many things waiting for him to do.

During the day, he has to visit the Nijo and Takatsukasa families, and at night he has to tutor the students in Class 9 of the first year. The only time he can study and prepare lessons is a few hours in the morning.

Asama rolled off the bed and took out his notebook to start preparing his lesson.

At the same time, two mobile phones and two tablets were also turned on, with three devices playing podcasts and one device playing a replay of last night's news.

The quiet room was suddenly filled with all sorts of sounds.

The evening news offered little new information. The resignation of a lawmaker and the scandal involving international students were left unresolved, and issues like rising rice prices and bear infestations were replaced by various right-leaning news items—[Foreign tourists cause security problems], [Chinese real estate speculators cause housing prices around Tokyo to surge], [Restaurants use dual menus to overcharge foreign tourists in response to the new prime minister's "Japan First" slogan to subsidize domestic diners].
They're all trivial matters that can't be brought to the table. Anyone with even a basic understanding of the Frankfurt School's discourse on public media knows that these are nothing more than basic tactics to divert attention and defuse internal conflicts.

And these are the art of control. Asama shook his head and continued typing.

He has completed eleven lessons of the teaching materials and lecture notes for the free elective course "The Art of Control and Counter-Control".

The first section deals with microscopic, everyday phenomena of control and counter-control.

Sections two and three organize the art of controlling monarchical rule from Plato's Laws, Aristotle's Politics, Machiavelli's The Prince and Discourses on Livy, Hobbes' Leviathan, and the Legalist thought of China.

Sections four through six summarize, from works such as Max Weber's *Economy and Society*, Michel Foucault's *Security, Territory and Population* and *Discipline and Punish*, and Michael Mann's *The Sources of Social Power*, how the rise of capitalism and the bourgeois rulers, through technology, further promoted the refined management of society and achieved the art of control that permeated the lives of the people.

In the seventh lesson, Asama began discussing the idea of ​​anti-control. He cited Enlightenment ideas such as John Locke's *Two Treatises of Government* and Rousseau's *The Social Contract*, which ended the cyclical history of peasant uprisings, struggles between monarchs and ministers, and the rise and fall of dynasties, thus completely bankrupting the art of control centered on monarchical power.

In sections eight and nine, Asama introduces Tocqueville's *The Old Regime and the Revolution* and a series of Marx's works, highlighting the rebellious and revolutionary ideas that expose the fragility of totalitarianism and class rule. However, the two waves of thought during the monarchical era and the post-Industrial Revolution era could not truly form an art of resisting control. In the digital age, abundant tools make enslaving people easier, more covert, and more thorough; any theory of resistance from the old era is insufficient to counter it, and the moral pursuits of Bentham, Kant, Rawls, and MacIntyre are merely scratching the surface.

Therefore, in lessons 10 and 11, Asama focused on the predicament of individual resistance. He primarily critiqued the powerlessness of resistance described in James C. Scott's *Weapons of the Weak*, where people resort to covert tactics like laziness, feigning ignorance, spreading rumors, and passive resistance as weapons of resistance. He also drew upon works such as Ruha Benjamin's *After Race: The New Caste System in the Digital Age* and Michael Sandel's *Justice: What's the Right Thing to Do* to summarize how, in an era of total control, the weak as individuals can utilize the establishment of a "vast anti-control community" to cope with ubiquitous control and wage organized resistance.

Today I'm writing the last section.

This lesson elaborates on the four-step method for building a large anti-control community: the formation and dissemination of ideas (the period of consensus building in resistance), the selection and expansion of personnel (the period of building resistance organizations), the preparation and implementation of actions (the period of empowering resistance practices), and the introspection and evolution of the organization (the period of ecological iteration). It also provides examples of the anti-control paths of six organizations and institutions of various sizes.

An hour flies by.

The 12th lesson plan for "The Art of Control and Counter-Control" is finally finished, and I can finally put my mind at ease. Asama honestly admits that this creation is far more solid than his previous work on compiling theories about love.

Asama stretched. It was only 4:30. Listening to podcasts was a bit boring. He had already finished his daily "Tokyo Gakuen" practice questions before going to bed.

Let's start exercising.

Asama decided to do some prisoner workout in his room to test his current physical condition.

Exercising in the room is just a last resort.

He has seriously reflected on the lessons he learned from his previous diligent workouts in the hotel gym.

Given his current physical condition, if he wanted to get a full workout in the hotel gym, he would definitely try to attract attention and garner attention.

If someone were to work out invisibly at the gym, it would likely earn this popular, affordable hotel, favored by international students and tourists, a reputation as a "haunted hotel."

As for going for a run, he had already tested it with Boqi the day before yesterday—he ran for nearly two hours in a normal state, but the rate of sweating couldn't keep up with the rate of sweat evaporation. Even though his pace wasn't low, the effect was like taking a walk.

It was because Asama noticed this anomaly that he invited Pochi to run five more laps. The result was that running for an extra half hour didn't change anything; he didn't feel even the slightest soreness in his leg muscles.

So, have the muscles in his upper body also deviated from the normal range?
Asama immediately got to work, starting with one-handed handstand push-ups, doing 20 in one go.

I don't feel quite right.

He then lifted the small table, which was piled with various things in the room, into the air, stood upside down, and used his feet to catch the two table legs. Then he changed his hands, which were supporting him on the ground, to two fingers, and gradually narrowed the distance between his two fingers until his two index fingers were together.

Try doing 1000 inverted close-grip two-finger push-ups; it doesn't seem too difficult.

Thanks to her masterful balance, Asama can easily add weight to herself while in an inverted position, thereby increasing the immediate activation of EMG in the relevant muscle groups.

He completed 1000 handstand push-ups in 30 minutes, even though he deliberately slowed down during the eccentric phase.

On his 666th push-up, he switched to supporting himself with one finger, but this did not affect the rhythm or efficiency of his handstand push-ups. Throughout the entire process, Asama's movements were as steady as a rock, as smooth as flowing clouds, and as even as breathing, without the slightest hesitation or unnaturalness.

Think about it carefully. The triceps, deltoids, pectoralis major, transverse abdominis, erector spinae, and rotator cuff muscles involved in the push-up movement only have a clear sense of exertion, just like an ordinary person doing a dozen or so empty fist clenching exercises.

The only part of my body that I felt clearly under pressure and experienced discomfort was the distal joint of my index finger; it seems that the physical enhancements haven't fully covered that area yet.

Asama started doing single-leg squats again. Again, relying on his masterful balance skills, he added a sofa chair full of things to his flat leg. After each squat, he rotated the [leg hour hand] 30 degrees clockwise, like a clock.

As soon as he finished his squats, Asama, without even panting, stepped onto the wall and flipped over to hook his hand on the curtain rod in his room. He was going to do his final core muscle test on this rod—1000 inverted vertical crunches. To increase the intensity of the workout, Asama held his breath this time, entering an anaerobic state, while actively increasing his heart rate to increase his body's oxygen consumption. If he weren't afraid the rod would break, he even considered lifting the hotel's gray double sofa to do the inverted crunches.

And so, after an hour and a half of non-stop workout exercises, Asama successfully squeezed sweat from his body. Of course, unless the room's air conditioning was set to 30 degrees Celsius with strong heating and the crunches were performed directly in front of the air vent, simple prison workouts probably wouldn't have achieved this effect.

In any case, Asama's physical improvement is almost visible to the naked eye. With his current abilities, he could easily become a fitness instructor, a long-distance runner, or the top performer in a circus troupe.

However, he wasn't interested in these kinds of lives and didn't even have the idea of ​​experiencing them.

Asama will no longer worry as he did when he returned home from Tokyo Bay that night that [the attribute boost would disrupt the "6666" state and thus lose his trump card for a carefree life] – as long as he makes good use of those two attribute items, he can rebalance his attributes.

Thanks to the flow experience brought on by studying and exercising, the impact of the morning dream had faded. After taking a shower, it was already 6 o'clock.

It's time to reply to the message.

There were two missed calls, both from Boqi around 5 a.m.

It was probably a good morning call. A few minutes earlier, she had sent him over a dozen angry dog ​​emojis, along with a photo of herself and Erjian having breakfast together.

In front of the two very different beautiful girls, each had a bowl of plain noodles topped with squid and shrimp. The cuts on the squid slices were beautiful, and next to the toppings lay Chinese-style fried soft-boiled eggs. Judging from the knife skills and egg-frying techniques, it was clear that Boqi was the chef.

Futami also sent Asama a picture, probably taken before breakfast when she and Pochi were exercising in Shiba Park. The photo was photoshopped and captioned "[Today's Asama Family Women's Wind Chasing Group]". They looked very energetic, except that their loose-fitting workout clothes seemed to be his.

The fact that the lazy god can get up early to exercise and eat a hot breakfast is all thanks to Pochi, his competent life supervisor. This is also why Asama doesn't object to Futami moving into his apartment.

Asama was still hesitating a few days ago about whether to urge Pochi to go back to his hometown to study. But there's already a lot of construction going on in his hometown, and the area around construction sites isn't exactly a quiet place for studying. Besides, knowing Pochi's personality, he might use excuses like "I need to help my parents, I have to participate in the farm renovation" to avoid doing his homework.

Since he doesn't go home often these days, it's not a bad thing for Boqi to stay here and study. It would be a good thing for him, her, and Erjian.

That said, unlike the Great God who set his return point at his apartment, it seems that Jiandao hasn't been sleeping at his place with them for several days in a row.

On one hand, the Dead Samurai band's schedule didn't match that of Bochi and Futami; on the other hand, it was probably due to Genjima's self-discipline.

Asama could always see a reflection of his past in the songstresses. Or rather, he could always understand Majima's decisions immediately.

Around 5 a.m., Jiandao sent him a reply with the sweater pattern and a good morning message.

When he replied, there was no response, not even a "read" status. Asama judged that this up-and-coming diva, who had performed four shows in five days, was probably taking a nap to replenish her energy.

I can understand. Because of him, the Death Samurai band's schedule has become increasingly packed lately, which has really hurt Majima.

Asama replied to a few more messages, and Komaba, one of the recipients, called.

"Yo~ Teacher Hachiman, you're up~"

"I got up early."

"You got up early, why are you only replying now? Are you going to put Play on hold for this too?"

"Why should I play with you? I'm not interested in you."

"Fine, fine, you called me a fine horse before, and now you want to discard me after I've served my purpose, huh?"

"Stop talking nonsense. You replied so quickly, did you stay up all night again?"

"I call this a stable biological clock. I've been researching for you until 3 a.m., and I've already overcome my sleepiness. I'll play some games to try and fall asleep."

Last night, Komaba passed on information about the offline event for [KID]'s senior executives to Asama. They are planning an event to recruit all the members who previously belonged to the [FAB] fraternity.

"Master, do you need me to look into information about Futami-san?"

Why investigate this?

"Don't underestimate the value of us [Seawater Couple Fans]. If I could see you and Futami-san exchange rings with my own eyes, I would die happy."

"Just say you want to live forever."

"Teacher Da is truly a role model for us all; even his scumbag behavior is so open and aboveboard."

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After seeing Komaba off, Asama packed his things.

It's time to meet Kenjiro Nijo. (End of Chapter)