Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 56 Bullying You Has Nothing to Do with You_1

The Prime Minister’s Residence wasn’t much to look at.

Aozawa, having stopped time, strolled inside and perused the documents. He found no groundbreaking new policies, just a pile of data and reports.

As far as work environments go, it looked hardly any different from an ordinary company’s office.

It was hard to imagine that decisions made from this place would affect hundreds of millions of citizens, even neighboring countries.

And those making the pivotal decisions were a bunch of potbellied fellows, some even balding on top.

In a world where time stood still, these people seemed to lose all their dignity.

Aozawa drank some coffee, felt the urge to pee, and while he was at it, he added a little something to the Prime Minister’s teapot before leaving the residence.

A couple of streets away, he let time resume its flow; the grey filter peeled away, and the world regained its colors.

The giant screen in the square was scrolling through an ad for Genshin Impact.

He withdrew his gaze and decided to head back for some physical exercise and to read a book.

Even during a vacation, one shouldn’t be too idle.

Today, that was it.

***

Several days later, in Setagaya District, at the Phoenix Academy estate.

The spring breeze washed over the large lawn in the courtyard and then snuck into the living room through an unlatched sliding door.

Phoenix Academy Maggie put down her pen and handed a worksheet to the math tutor across from her.

The tutor took the worksheet, carefully checking the answers, circling each correct one with his pen.

After reviewing them all, not a single mistake was found.

"Miss Maggie, you truly are outstanding!"

"It’s all thanks to your excellent teaching."

Phoenix Academy Maggie appeared very modest.

This was the first lesson her etiquette tutor had taught her: to respect teachers and never come across as too proud.

The tree that stands out in the forest is the one that gets blown down by the wind.

The math tutor chuckled, "It’s getting late; let’s have dinner."

"Ah, thank you for your hard work today, Teacher."

"Teaching such a smart student is hardly work at all for me."

A smile spread across the math tutor’s face.

When he first applied for the tutoring job, he was worried his student might be a spoiled and arrogant young miss.

He even pondered strategies for dealing with a troublesome student that night.

Actually, teaching her was a breeze.

Tutors love good students for a reason.

The sensation of teaching someone who just gets it without the need for much explanation is simply fantastic.

Phoenix Academy Maggie smiled slightly and had Butler Miwa escort the tutor to the No. 2 dining room for his meal.

That was the dining room designated for entertaining tutors.

It was not the same dining room where she took her meals.

Etiquette is the art of continuously differentiating one’s social class from others’; a tutor’s status apparently wasn’t sufficient to dine with her.

Phoenix Academy Maggie made her way to the dining room. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

The maid standing outside opened the door and bowed, "Miss, enjoy your meal."

The dining room interior was luxurious; crystal chandeliers were lit even during the daytime.

On the rectangular table, a meal for two was set.

There were dishes like steak, foie gras, roasted whole lamb, roasted suckling pig, and borscht, among dozens of others.

Kochou sat at the head of the table in a light beige slip dress, her long black hair coiled atop her head, her complexion fair, revealing no trace of age.

A majestic and elegant bearing emanated from within.

"Mother, why have you come back?"

Phoenix Academy Maggie’s face flashed with surprise, as her mother, Kochou, usually ate lunch out and seldom stayed at home.

Kochou smiled and said, "I had some free time today, so I came back to keep you company. How did the test go?"

"Perfect score."

Phoenix Academy Maggie really wanted to hear a word of praise from her mother, but she still suppressed the excitement and spoke in a calm tone.

She knew very well that her mother would not praise her for such trivial matters.

Kochou nodded, "Don’t be proud. You are my daughter; achieving such results is normal for you."

Phoenix Academy Maggie lowered her eyes, "Mother, I won’t be proud over such a small matter."

As they spoke, she moved to sit down at the side of the table.

Kochou poured herself a glass of wine.

She disliked having others serve her during meals.

Although many wealthy people feel that not having to pour their own drinks or even pick their own food during a meal is a demonstration of power, in Kochou’s eyes, such behavior can easily make one lose authority.

When one person knows too much about another, the veil of mystery is lost.

And mystery happens to be the best way to maintain one’s authority.

Therefore, in the small affairs of life, Kochou never allowed others to help, and she imparted this philosophy to Phoenix Academy Maggie as well.

"Would you like a drink?"

"I’ll have a little," Phoenix Academy Maggie took the red wine from Kochou’s hand, poured herself a glass, and then resealed the bottle with the cork, stopping the faint aroma of the wine.

Kochou took a small sip from her glass, her lips stained with the bright red wine, "Some people might come to ask you some questions lately. There are some things you can tell truthfully, and some things you should not say."

Phoenix Academy Maggie asked, "Mother, what happened?"

"It’s about the Okubo Nursing Home incident; the CIA has already intervened in the investigation. They suspect that the Right-Wing Financial Groups are secretly developing weapons."

"Impossible."

Phoenix Academy Maggie shook her head.

As the heir to a top financial group, she didn’t view the people in those Right-Wing Financial Groups through the same lens as an ordinary person; one could say she understood them very well.

The Right-Wing Financial Groups may look formidable, but they are rotting from inside. They only know how to greedily leach off the citizens, continuously sucking their blood and flesh to maintain the operation of their bloated ’organs.’

Expecting those people to innovate and develop secret weapons was clearly unrealistic.

Kochou nodded, "You’re right. The CIA’s actions are nothing more than an attempt to shift the blame back to us. You should be careful. When questioned, don’t give them any leverage."

"If you’re looking to accuse someone, you’ll never be short of a pretext."

"That’s true, but we still have to do what we can. If all else fails, we can only resort to paying our way out of trouble."

Kochou also felt a headache coming on.

Theoretically, everyone could just protest to the United States government, the U.S. Forces Japan could be a bit more restrained, and they wouldn’t conduct weapon experiments in urban areas anymore; then everything would be fine.

But now the U.S. Forces Japan wanted to escalate the issue, even involving the CIA to investigate the matter, unwilling to admit that the secret weapons originated with the U.S. Army.

However, according to Kochou’s intelligence, Commander Walter of the U.S. Seventh Fleet had already admitted to the Secretary of State that they were developing secret weapons and had even obtained a large sum of funds from the United States to continue their research.

This nearly schizophrenic maneuver truly baffled Kochou and left her without a way to respond.

They were simply relying on their military might to act like thugs!

What could she do?

"Understood."

Phoenix Academy Maggie nodded. Our family isn’t one of the Right-Wing Financial Groups, so we shouldn’t be harassed, right?

"By the way, there’s one more thing. The Shinjuku Ishida Incident Special Task Force wants to see you."

"What does the Shinjuku Ishida Incident Special Task Force want with me?"

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