Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week

The Prime Minister's residence is rectangular, with five floors above ground and one below.

The Prime Minister's office is usually on the fifth floor, but when meetings are held, Kumazo Yasuda goes to the fourth-floor meeting room to conduct cabinet meetings.

Take today, for example. Kumazo Yasuda held a cabinet meeting to discuss the dismissal of the Police Director and the candidate for the next Police Director.

This was merely a discussion; reaching a conclusion did not mean it would be immediately implemented.

Cabinet operations never emphasize efficiency but rather the importance of process.

To swiftly dismiss a Police Director who hasn't made any major mistakes requires strong support from the Prime Minister and the Cabinet Ministers.

The current issue is that Kumazo Yasuda is a bit hesitant about dismissing the Police Director.

In his view, there's nothing wrong with what the Police Director has done.

The overall incompetence of the Metropolitan Police Department can't just be forcibly attributed to the Police Director.

Such protection was not because Kumazo Yasuda and the Police Director belonged to the same faction or were acquainted; it was purely out of public responsibility.

"Matsunaga must be dismissed. He's truly incompetent. Look at the state of Tokyo's public safety under his watch as Police Director! Murders, family massacres, robberies, and more are rampant."

The Minister of Justice was the first to speak up. In this setting, those of lesser status often take the lead, charging ahead on behalf of the power brokers behind the scenes.

The Minister of State was one of the few in the cabinet who knew the details. He shook his head. "You can't blame Matsunaga for this. Given the economic downturn and the citizens' pent-up frustrations, some chaos is perfectly normal. We shouldn't dismiss a loyal and diligent Police Director over these minor issues."

The Minister of Health, Labor, and Welfare sneered, "Can Matsunaga be considered diligent? I remember he established a task force but never reported its responsibilities to the cabinet, yet funds kept pouring into it. In just over a month, the task force has burned through 4.6 billion Yen. The government is still approving budgets for it. Is such high expenditure for a task force of just a few people reasonable?"

Kumazo Yasuda looked at the Ministers arguing below and understood.

Rather than wanting to dismiss Matsunaga as Police Director, they were more interested in knowing why so much funding was poured into the task force and where the recent chaos in Tokyo stemmed from.

The Cabinet Ministers believed they had the right to know.

The truth was, they did not.

The CIA didn't allow Kumazo Yasuda to reveal anything to anyone other than the Minister of State.

Those above always clutched the intelligence they received tightly and did not share it equally.

"Regarding the task force, you will naturally know once everything settles," Kumazo Yasuda said, forced to support the Minister of State and suppress the topic. "Right now, we are discussing the dismissal of the Police Director. It's unrelated to the task force."

"Yes."

The confrontational Minister of Health, Labor, and Welfare quickly changed his tone, appearing docile.

Just then, the meeting room door suddenly burst open.

A tall woman holding a knife barged in.

Kumazo Yasuda furrowed his brow, his gaze sweeping over the Ministers present. He thought this woman might be a mistress kept by one of them, but entering the meeting room with a knife was a bit outrageous.

What were the guards outside doing? The thought flashed through Kumazo Yasuda's mind. He spoke up, "Miss, whom are you looking for?"

"I'm here for you! Listen, Kumazo Yasuda, you're all my hostages now. If you don't want to die, just do as I say!"

Rumi Yoshizawa pointed the knife at Kumazo Yasuda, and a group of young people burst in behind her.

Each held a watermelon knife, surrounding everyone present.

Such a sudden turn of events left Kumazo Yasuda somewhat stunned. He blinked, his expression turning somber. "Who's playing this kind of joke?"

His sharp eyes fixed on the Chief Cabinet Secretary.

The other man also looked perplexed.

Rumi Yoshizawa didn't like to waste words. She strode forward, slapped Kumazo Yasuda across the face, and then kicked him off his chair.

"You pig! Can't you understand human speech?"

Rumi Yoshizawa slammed the knife onto the table, saying fiercely, "Hurry up and notify the TV stations to get here! Then, in front of the cameras, resign your position to Lord Dio! You trash don't deserve to sit in this position!"

Having said that, Rumi Yoshizawa squatted down and roughly unbuttoned Kumazo Yasuda's shirt. She tapped the knife on his ample flesh, her face full of mockery. "A pig that only knows how to gorge itself and is devoid of a single abdominal muscle. If you don't want to die, cooperate with me obediently."

Kumazo Yasuda was stunned, staring blankly at the woman.

Even before he became Prime Minister, the prestige of Kumazo Yasuda's family had granted him respect everywhere.

This kind of humiliation was almost inconceivable, which made him acutely aware that this was no joke.

Hand over control of the country to Dio? Is this actually sanctioned by the CIA? Kumazo Yasuda's mind spun rapidly. He showed no sign of anger but smiled. "No problem, I'll cooperate with you fully."

Rumi Yoshizawa found his cooperative attitude repugnant. "Calling you a pig wasn't wrong. Make the call now."

"Yes, yes."

Kumazo Yasuda nodded and bowed, his obsequious demeanor a far cry from his commanding presence moments earlier.

Such a transformation drew contempt from the members of the Dior Salvation Committee, who believed the country shouldn't be managed by such a person.

Yet the Cabinet Ministers highly praised such behavior—able to take charge and let go, that's what constituted a real man.

The Cabinet Ministers wouldn't think like the youngsters, who believed that dying rather than submitting was a sign of integrity.

They believed that those who endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens are the most worthy of respect.

If the Right Wing in those days had learned from Germany's generals, they might have stood up straight and adopted an attitude of fearlessness towards bullets. Perhaps then, the Right Wing forces wouldn't still be present in the country today.

Only those who know when to bow their heads and bide their time to grow can accomplish great things.

「After school.」

Phoenix Academy Maggie stuffed her textbooks into her bag and turned to say, "Aozawa, see you tomorrow."

"Yeah."

Aozawa nodded in response, his mind drifting to the Dior Salvation Committee. He weighed the excitement over there against continuing his Sword Dao practice and, after a moment of thought, decided to continue with his Sword Dao training.

The Dior Salvation Committee had nothing to do with him.

Aozawa had just gotten to his feet.

"Wow!"

A sudden shout erupted in the classroom, and a boy yelled out, "Hey, look at YouTube! Someone's holding Yasuda at knifepoint!"

This statement made the already noisy classroom buzz even more.

"Terao, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Someone holding Yasuda at knifepoint? What kind of funny video are you watching?"

"It's not funny, it's true! Hurry up and check your phones! Yasuda's been taken hostage with a knife!" Terao Kanno shouted excitedly from his desk.

Such an excited reaction caused a ripple of laughter, filling the classroom with a jovial atmosphere.

Phoenix Academy Maggie didn't laugh. She remembered her mother saying that there indeed was an organization called the Dior Salvation Committee trying to make Dio govern the country.

Could it be...? Phoenix Academy Maggie quickly took out her phone and opened TikTok. The first recommended video was a declaration of abdication posted by Kumazo Yasuda. Comments in the video's section had exploded to over ten thousand.

The face in the video held no deceit; it was someone they often saw on TV.

The black-haired woman stood beside Kumazo Yasuda, full-figured and dressed like an ordinary office lady.

She had a stern expression and a determined gaze. It was as if, even if hundreds of millions of Yen dropped right in front of her, she wouldn't so much as blink or bend down to pick them up.

In the video, she held a watermelon knife to Kumazo Yasuda's throat.

"...Taking everything into consideration, due to the series of problems caused by my incompetence, I have decided to relinquish my position as Prime Minister to Dio."

"It's Lord Dio!"

Rumi Yoshizawa slapped him across the face with a backhand, furiously scolding, "You disgraceful wretch! How dare you call Lord Dio without honorifics with your stinking, unbrushed mouth! It's a crime deserving death!"

"Yes, I'm handing over my position to Lord Dio, letting him rule over all."

After speaking, Kumazo Yasuda unconsciously bowed.

There was no thunderous applause from the audience. Both the traditional and new media witnessed this scene in silence.

The comment section exploded.

"Who is Dio?"

"What? This is possible? I've learned something new! I'll buy a plane ticket tomorrow to ask the person in the White House to abdicate in favor of the wise."

"Who is this woman?"

"Leave the group. The East Asia Monster Room has no room for such losers."

It wasn't just domestic netizens commenting. Even international netizens started frantically posting.

The impact of this incident wasn't limited to domestic affairs; it directly pushed Dio's name onto the world stage.

The students in the classroom, regardless of gender, were all stunned by such a major event.

Phoenix Academy Maggie withdrew her gaze from the screen and turned to look at the boy standing behind her. "Lord Dio~ what's your opinion on this?"

This was a play on words. The phrase could be taken as a tease, or it could be seen as an address.

It all depended on what the person involved thought.

Phoenix Academy Maggie's eyes showed a hint of suspicion. Given Rumi Yoshizawa's ample bust, Maggie had reason to suspect some unspeakable connection between her and Dio.

"How would I know?"

Aozawa spread his hands; he had absolutely no intention of ruling.

Ordinary people desire to rule because it brings immense power.

But Aozawa, with his superpower, already possessed a kind of power and authority that transcended any national status.

He had no need to dabble in the power of management.

Who would go to such lengths to try and make an anthill function better?

"Hmph."

Phoenix Academy Maggie let out a soft snort, then sighed. "Tokyo is going to become even more chaotic now, and the whole world will be affected."

"Bones of the high and mighty trampled on imperial streets, noble heads hung at the gates; the phenomenon of the lower usurping the upper is commonplace throughout history—there's nothing extraordinary about it," Aozawa smiled.

"It's so noisy! What are you talking about?"

Hojo Tetsuji was woken by the noise. He yawned widely, looking sleepy as if he'd just awoken.

Phoenix Academy Maggie said, "Kumazo Yasuda has been taken hostage at knifepoint and announced his abdication in favor of Dio."

"Is that guy famous or something?" Hojo Tetsuji looked puzzled.

Aozawa shrugged. "Nothing much. He's just the Prime Minister of Japan."