After being elected as the governor of Tokyo, he will debut as a band!

After being elected Governor of Tokyo, the next step is the debut of a band! (This is a nonsensical phrase, likely a typo or incomplete thought.)

The Tokyo Governor controls Tokyo's annual fiscal budget of 13 trillion yen, holds the power over the life and death of 16 employees in Tokyo, and controls 4% of Japan's annual fiscal revenue. In terms of actual power, the Tokyo Governor is even above the Prime Minister.

Aoyama Mukai, who was elected as the youngest governor of Tokyo in history, is a member of the independent rock band sickhack.

A hodgepodge of various elements including Lonely Rock + Minister/Prime Minister + Ace Attorney 456 + Yakuza + Mygo/Hen Card + Lee Gou Hi, etc.

The protagonist can be regarded as the reverse template of Aoki Ryo, focusing on the daily life of youth.

Act 1: Want to be the woman who fills the martial arts hall? I got your wish.

Act 13: 168 trillion yen, 770 times the billion yen. Want to touch this torrent of wealth? Then become my puppet!

Make way for me: 001 Tokyo's First Person

"Mr. Aoyama, today is the first day of your resounding victory in the election. Is there anything you would like to say to the voters?"

"My friend from the press, please be patient. The press conference following my election will be held in two days. At that time, I will attend with the party secretary-general and speak on three main aspects: strengthening security in Tokyo, improving the cultural industry, and strengthening party building."

"Mr. Aoyama, as the youngest governor of Tokyo in history, do you intend to bring a breath of fresh air to the aging Japanese political arena?"

“I do have this plan, and Prime Minister Endo has also expressed his support for me to take action in this area, so voters who, like me, hope that Japanese politics can regain its vitality from the golden age can look forward to it.”

A press conference, drawing millions of viewers, is underway in the top-floor conference hall of the Takasei Building in Kitameguro-cho, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo.

Dazzling stage lights, rows of microphones, dozens of bodyguards in black, numerous reporters, and spokespeople for local social groups gathered here—it was a celebration for Japan's elite.

Meanwhile, more than twenty television stations besides NHK were also broadcasting the scene simultaneously. Although the Japanese public has become increasingly indifferent to politics in recent years, the live broadcast still garnered more than ten million views.

The protagonist of this press conference was Mukoto Aoyama, who won the annual Tokyo gubernatorial election by a large margin. He not only achieved one of the highest approval ratings in Tokyo gubernatorial elections since the bubble economy era, but also set a record for the youngest Tokyo gubernatorial in office.

That's right, Aoyama Mukoto just turned 30 this year, which is the legal minimum age to serve as the Governor of Tokyo. The other person of the same age who holds a similar position is the Governor of Hokkaido. But Hokkaido is such a poor, remote place, how can it compare to Tokyo?

The Governor of Tokyo controls the Tokyo Metropolitan Government's annual budget of 13 trillion yen, oversees 16 employees, and controls 4% of Japan's annual tax revenue. He can be considered the primary spokesperson for the Japanese Communist Party. Considering the constraints of uniforms and the separation of powers, the Governor of Tokyo can do even more than the Prime Minister.

It can be said that the step Aoyama has taken to reach where he is today is the pinnacle that most people in the Japanese political world can only look up to, with almost no room for further ascent.

Prime Minister? Even a dog wouldn't be prime minister. These days, the Japanese prime minister is nothing more than a tool of various parliamentary groups, spending all his time balancing the interests of all sides, unable to accomplish anything practical.

The lively press conference concluded with Aoyama's standard politician's warm smile. Escorted by his chief secretary, Utsunomiya Takuya, and his bodyguard team, Aoyama walked through a crowd of reporters from second-rate newspapers/websites who were not allowed to enter, and was preparing to board the election vehicle.

"Governor Aoyama, I heard that you were the lead singer and drummer of an underground band in high school. According to investigations and records from the Metropolitan Police Department at the time, the band had caused serious group violence. Were you involved in it at the time?"

A voice, seemingly coming from nowhere, broke through the noise of the crowd, causing Aoyama to pause slightly.

However, while others took it to heart, they paid no attention. These words went largely unnoticed amidst the cacophony of reporters' questions—a cacophony even louder than the hawking of vendors in a market—and were practically ignored by everyone except for Aoyama himself.

Journalists are always prone to making startling statements, so few people believe what they say when they can't provide evidence.

There are plenty of reporters who ask even more outrageous questions than what I just said. If I were to respond to every single one of them, Aoyama Mukai wouldn't have to do anything but hold press conferences. His media exposure would definitely be higher than that of Yamaguchi Momoe at the height of her popularity.

Aoyama's pause was only momentary. He immediately displayed the political acumen and composure of a politician, entering the election vehicle without changing his expression. Even Utsunomiya Takuya, who was with him day and night, did not notice anything unusual about him.

"Lord Aoyama, the next stop is the Izumo Hotel. There's a meeting with the Shigure Party that requires your attendance and speech. Hosokawa-kun has already prepared the speech according to your wishes. Would you like to take a look at it now?"

After the car started moving, Utsunomiya respectfully handed Aoyama a document.

Although he was twelve years older than Aoyama, he dared not underestimate the youngest governor of Tokyo in history, because he knew how this seemingly gentle and kind handsome politician had grown step by step to where he was now.

"No need to show me, I trust Hosokawa-kun's skills."

Aoyama's expression always seemed to be that heartwarming smile. Utsunomiya thought that if Hosokawa Shoku was here, he would be extremely grateful for the trust Aoyama showed.

After all, Hosokawa Akioku is just a young man who has just turned thirty. Although he is a graduate of the University of Tokyo, he has no social experience and is easily moved by a word of praise from his superiors.

Despite his rich inner thoughts, Utsunomiya didn't say a word about Hosokawa, but instead reported on other daily matters.

The election vehicle drove very smoothly and slowly, and even when it was on the ramp leading to the underground parking lot of the Izumo Hotel, it did not cause any bumps or jolting for the passengers.

But as they approached the parking space, the driver, who had thirty years of experience, suddenly slammed on the brakes.

Aoyama remained silent, only casting an inquiring glance at Utsunomiya, who then posed the question:

"what happened?"

"Lord Utsunomiya, someone suddenly rushed to the front of the carriage and lay down, and another person is clinging to the front of the carriage and won't let go..."

The driver was a seasoned veteran who had seen it all, and his tone wasn't panicked, just confused.

"Is this a terrorist attack by an extremist group, or a scheme by hostile forces to smear the governor? Have you seen any reporters nearby?"

Utsunomiya Takuya asked.

“I don’t know, sir, but it shouldn’t be a terrorist attack. The two people who stopped the car were both women, and I didn’t see anyone else around.”

"woman?"

Utsunomiya was taken aback, looking at Aoyama with a searching gaze.

In his memory, although this governor was handsome and the dream lover of countless women in the civil service, he had never engaged in any improper behavior in his relationships with women.

That could only mean they're trying to scam someone.

"This is truly a very private matter! Governor Aoyama, I will contact Assistant Director Hiroi right now to arrange for personnel to take these two ignorant citizens away..."

"Hiroi? Takuya, please wait a moment."

Aoyama, as if he had just thought of something, gestured to Utsunomiya to pause.

A few seconds later, the election vehicle's window slowly rolled down, and the last obstacle between the woman blocking the car and Aoyama was removed.

In the cold light of the underground parking garage, the two of them could clearly see each other's faces and confirmed in their hearts that the other person was the one they were thinking of.

"Hiroi Kikuri".

"Senior Aoyama Yoshimasa, it really was you!"

Make way for me: 002 My former friends

"Hiroi Kikuri".

Aoyama calmly told the woman who had stopped the car her name.

But if someone were to stand in front of him and observe the expression on his face, they would notice that the skin under his eyelids was trembling slightly, clearly indicating that he was not at peace.

However, restraint is a politician's instinct, so

Even when he is extremely emotional, he will not show it.

"In other words, my Assistant Commander Hiroi is your relative."

"Haha, it's so convenient to have such a capable elder. If it weren't for Uncle Jing Si, I would never have known that Senior Yi Zhen's car would drive here."

Hiroi Kikuri scratched the back of her head with a grin, her happiness seemingly overflowing.

"Hiroi Yasuji... Heh, Utsunomiya, did you hear me clearly?"

Aoyama tilted his head slightly and glanced diagonally forward, causing Utsunomiya Takuya, who was sitting in that spot, to tense up immediately.

"Senior Yizhen, please don't punish Uncle Jingsi! I only got this information by asking my cousin to eavesdrop; he didn't intentionally leak your whereabouts. If he gets implicated because of this, I'll never be able to face my cousin again."

"No need to worry, we...we will consider your suggestion."

This statement was merely a politician's remark; it contained no promises or statements whatsoever, and the subsequent fate of that Assistant Commander Hiroi had nothing to do with it.

"That's good."

But Kikuri Hiroi clearly didn't understand this; she even showed a relieved expression.

Seeing that she was still so naive, Aoyama couldn't help but think to himself, "Never mind." Punishment was unnecessary; it would be better to keep Assistant Officer Nawi Hiroi away from confidential matters.

"So, Hiroi, what can I do for you?"

"Oh, Yoshima-senpai, don't be so formal. Just call me Kikuri like before."

She slipped to the car window, rested her chin on it, and smiled as she breathed out at the green mountains.

There was a strong smell of alcohol.

Was this guy drunk when he came to see me? No wonder he's so bold.

Hiroi Kikuri's current actions were ambiguous, and Aoyama, not wanting to be caught on camera by some hidden reporter or camera in the shadows and end up on tomorrow's front page, gestured for Utsunomiya to switch places with him and sat in a seat further back.

"If you need to see me, you can find another time. I should be able to meet with you in two hours. Now, could you and your companion please step aside?"

“Companion? Oh, you mean Hoshigo-senpai? Don’t be silly!” She slapped the car window, as if to emphasize something, “Yizhen-senpai, you should know better than anyone else that no one but you can handle Hoshigo-senpai when she’s drunk and a complete mess! Rather than me dragging her away, it’s more appropriate for you to carry her into the car, hiccup…”

"Ichichi?"

Qingshan was now really in a bit of a headache.

If it were just Hiroi Kikuri, that would be one thing, but Iji Tomoka is someone who, even in Aoki's current mind, still holds considerable weight.

Fourteen years ago, when his soul—a top student from the Celestial Empire—first transmigrated, he fell into deep depression and isolation due to severe identity issues and problems merging with the original owner's memories. It was Ichiji Hoshika who helped him and discovered his musical talent, allowing him to achieve resonance between the two souls through music, thus perfectly resolving the serious deficiencies in memory merging and identity.

Therefore, he couldn't bear to see Ichiji Hoshika lying unconscious on the ground and just leave her there.

"...Hiroi, you and Ijichi stay here and don't move around. Someone will come and take you to a safe place in a little while. I will meet with you in about two hours. We can talk about it then."

After saying this, Aoyama pondered for a moment, then said firmly to the driver, "Ignore the person lying on the ground, go around her, and go to the ground parking lot of the Izumo Hotel. If there are no spaces in the ground parking lot, Utsunomiya, notify the manager here to make room for us."

"Are you leaving already? Senior Yoshizaki, don't be so heartless!"

Kikuri Hiroi was still stuck on the car door, so the car couldn't be driven away.

"Excuse me, Hiroi, this isn't the time for your sweet talk. Could you please step back?"

"Hey, I don't want to!"

Qingshan didn't urge her, but just stared at her for a while, then gently shook his head.

"No, Kiku, you should step back now."

"I……"

His words seemed to remind Hiroi Kiku of something; her body froze, and then she took a large step back as if she had been pushed, before sitting heavily on the ground.

"Let's go."

……

The election vehicle quickly disappeared at the exit of the underground parking lot.

A few seconds later, the woman lying on the ground actually stood up on her own. Not only that, she even had the strength to pull up Hiroi Kikuri, who was sitting on the ground.

"Senior Yoshima has really changed a lot."

Kikuri Hiroi sighed as she looked at the confident blonde woman in front of her.

As she mentioned in her previous conversation with Aoyama, the blonde woman's name is Ijichi Seika.

She wasn't actually drunk at all; she was just acting while lying on the ground to test Aoyama's attitude.

"Of course, Aoyama has become a very important person now."

Ichi Hoshika helped her brush the dust off her bottom and found a pillar for her to lean against.

“Back then, less than a month after ‘that incident’ happened, Aoyama went abroad to study… It’s been twelve years now. In such a long time, it’s normal for a person to change a lot.”

"So, Xingge-senpai, do you think our original plan can still succeed? Can we get Yizhen-senpai back to be our drummer and lead vocalist?"

"Let me correct you, I am your drummer and lead singer, I haven't performed on stage for a long time."

Ichi Hoshika shrugged.

"As for the answer to your question, we'll find out when the person from the Green Mountain Sect who's here to pick us up shows up..."

After the election vehicle turned around, Aoyama took out his personal cell phone and made a call.

"Ah Bai, could you please come to the underground parking lot of the Izumo Hotel to pick someone up for me? Um... it's Hiroi Kikuri and Iji Tomoka, they suddenly contacted me..."

"Remember, Ah Bai, when you see them, try to talk as little as possible, especially don't mention...that matter. I don't know why they're looking for me, so just be careful."

After hanging up the phone, Aoyama looked at Utsunomiya Takuya, who also had a questioning expression on his face.

"Secretary Utsunomiya, what's wrong? Are you curious about what just happened?"

“I’m really sorry, I’m just worried that this matter will affect your work. If you are not comfortable handling it yourself, I suggest you contact the Whip, he is very good at handling these kinds of things.”

"I have my own judgment."

A surge of anger rose within Aoyama. He didn't believe that someone like Utsunomiya Taku, who had been navigating the political arena for decades, would fail to recognize that Hiroi and Ijichi were his friends.