Tokyo: My Superpower Refreshes Every Week-Chapter 663 - 661: The Class President’s Many Sides

Arakawa Reina's method of secretly observing was quite skillful; she didn't turn her head or stare continuously.

She pretended to check in the mirror for any dirt on her face, and then, inadvertently, swiftly glanced backward. In that brief moment, the reflection in the mirror was enough to reveal the seat at the back by the window.

The young lady was having a pleasant conversation with Aozawa.

Arakawa Reina just happened to glimpse this scene, and then moved the mirror back to her face to avoid anyone noticing she was spying on the two.

She put away the mirror, exhaling a slight sigh of relief. It seemed that her actions yesterday hadn't damaged the relationship between the young lady and Aozawa.

That's really great.

Though this was what Arakawa Reina thought, there was still a faint sense of loss.

The changes she had the courage to make and the effort she put into lending a helping hand did not have any impact; everything remained as usual.

Although Arakawa Reina always considered herself to be invisible, trying hard not to be noticed by anyone.

But deep down, there was still a faint hope that if she seriously tried to do something, it might succeed.

She propped up her textbook, laid out a blank sheet, and picked up a pencil.

The truth told her that such a thought was indeed too arrogant.

The reality is that even if she earnestly wants to do something, she will still fail, and nothing would change.

No, if she has to say, she did change something.

After yesterday's incident, her relationship with the young lady can be said to have deteriorated to the freezing point.

She spoke such harsh words in person; there's no way the other party would forgive her, right?

Sigh, if only time could rewind, she really wished to take back all those words she said later and just let the moment freeze at the young lady's departure, then she could remain silent, watching the other leave.

At that time, if she had not said those terrible words, their relationship wouldn't have gotten this bad.

No, since time can be turned back, it might as well go back to when the young lady proposed, she should have agreed back then, and there wouldn't have been a series of subsequent events.

Arakawa Reina contemplated in her mind while her pencil inadvertently sketched on the paper.

This was her habit.

Being the daughter of a Doujinshi Master, her father was the kind of person whose broad-mindedness left people speechless.

No normal father would boast to his daughter about his brilliant Doujinshi drawing techniques, even teaching her how to draw them.

Arakawa Reina also inherited her father's artistic talent, being very adept in art and studied diligently.

Back then, she was too young to understand right from wrong, only knowing that drawing well could make her parents happy.

By the time she understood right from wrong and learned the value of good and bad, a solid foundation in art had already been laid.

Whenever she was in a bad mood or troubled, she would instinctively choose to draw to calm her restless mind.

After all, unlike in reality, in drawing, it doesn't matter what you draw.

No pressure left on herself.

It's an indispensable method to become a healthy, invisible person.

"Class monitor."

"Hi." Arakawa Reina quickly snapped out of it, naturally folding the drawing paper and pressing it under her elbow.

She turned to look at the girl in front of her and smiled, "Do you need something?"

"It's this problem, I'm a bit puzzled."

The girl wore round glasses with a few freckles around her nose, handed over the book.

Arakawa Reina immediately explained to her how to solve the problem.

She aspired to get into a good university and find a good job in the future, so she naturally had the confidence.

Her grades placed her steadily in the top three of the entire grade.

Unable to reach the top, naturally, because there's a true genius in the class.

For example, either the young lady or Discipline Committee Kyoichiro Furusawa.

The former, guided by prestigious teachers, had levels far beyond sophomore year, comfortably seated in first place.

The latter, excelling both in sports and academics, was a talented all-rounder.

Arakawa Reina found it difficult to surpass those two mountains.

After explaining the question to her classmate, she received a word of thanks.

The other person left the seat.

Arakawa Reina let out a sigh of relief, unfolding the drawing she had hidden, which depicted a blonde girl's countenance, but unlike the upright and shining image in her class.

Under her pencil strokes, it was as if the immaculate saintess high above had fallen into a goblin's nest.

Forced into depravity and anguish came rushing through.

Her father often praised her potential in dark-themed art.

Arakawa Reina folded the drawing, put it away, and calmly slipped it into her book, preparing to place it in a sketchbook later.

The autumn breeze brushed past the outside of the school building, bringing scattered voices of chatter from all around.

Her heart was as clear as a mirror, as she continued to review.

...

Chiyoda District, Imperial Palace.

In the fall, the corners of the inner garden of the Imperial Palace were dyed red, with crimson leaves dancing elegantly in the autumn wind, resembling burning flames.

Kochou was dressed in a delicate light pink kimono, adorned with cherry blossom patterns, and wore wooden clogs.

She strolled along the gravel path, her steps were small.

With each step, she ensured that her white toes were covered by the kimono, so as not to let the autumn wind abruptly invade her jade-like toes.

She chose to wander here instead of handling affairs in the North Wing of Honmaru Palace, not out of leisure, but to avoid American surveillance.

Even though Kochou had stationed people she trusted in the Imperial Palace to manage its dining and defense.

However, within Honmaru Palace, with its officers and ministers, American surveillance naturally existed.

Using the excuse of needing a break, she went to the inner garden of the Imperial Palace, avoiding American awareness of her actions to a great extent.

Kochou walked into a hexagonal pavilion, leaned against the railing, and admired the pond outside.

Golden sunlight filtered through the gaps in the maple leaves, casting fragmented shadows on the water surface, creating a fascinating interplay with the movements of the koi fish.

The Imperial Palace truly is a feng shui treasure.

Kochou wasn't unfamiliar with estates of such a large scale; she had purchased vast amounts of land in Brazil and owned real estate in Argentina, with so much private land and property abroad that it required dedicated management.

Yet those places are still different from Tokyo, Japan.

In a place like Tokyo, acquiring such a large scale of land for personal residence is nearly impossible.

It's not just about money; it requires an extremely prominent domestic status.

As Kochou thought, she heard footsteps and turned her head.

The Chief Cabinet Secretary walked over from another path, dressed in a fitting suit, his cropped hair and square face looking honest.

But naturally, someone in the position of Chief Cabinet Secretary couldn't possibly be as simple-minded as their appearance suggests.

He stepped forward with small steps and bowed, saying, "Prime Minister."

Kochou nodded slightly and asked, "How's the matter proceeding?"

"Rest assured, I've already selected reliable people and established contact with personnel at Institute No. 47. I believe concrete information should arrive by noon."

"Good, I have faith in your work."

"Thank you for your trust, Prime Minister."

The Chief Cabinet Secretary showed respect on his face, his lips moved as if wanting to say something more, but he didn't speak.

Kochou noticed this but didn't inquire, her expression remained calm, saying, "If there's nothing else, you may go attend to your work."

"Alright."

The Chief Cabinet Secretary exited the pavilion. He came not only to report a matter but also to voice his inner doubts.

But after contemplating, he chose to trust the Prime Minister.

Kochou continued leaning on the railing, glancing at the pond, seemingly appreciating the scenery while her mind had drifted to other concerns.

At breakfast, Kochou spoke to her daughter with confidence, but when governance began, some messages came from below, suggesting that the United States might indeed engage in something absurd.

The current commander of the United States Indo-Pacific Command faces the risk of stepping down, and the succeeding commander is an extreme hawk.

He doesn't care about initiating a Third World War and even wishes for a grandiose doomsday war with the Eastern Great Nation or Russia.

After all, since the Cold War, the United States has always been preparing for nuclear and world wars.

Kochou believed that Nett wasn't someone without reason.

But the U.S. election was approaching.

David was running in this period, facing a formidable rival from the Republican Party, and Nett might deliberately ignite warfare to secure his position.

As for the threat from the Different World, according to Kochou, the military's fervent faction believes that as long as they wage war like the prophecy of the Bible,

Once the time comes, Messiah will appear to save the world.

Kochou didn't judge their thoughts but hoped through assassinating Frans to probe Nett's true intentions.

Nett hadn't sent anyone over for talks, but if Frans died and Nett sent people to discuss artifacts and matters concerning the Speaker of the House,

It would indicate that Nett's plan to deploy a thousand nuclear bombs in Japan was psychological warfare, not reflective of actual intentions.

If Frans died and Kochou still received no contact regarding Air Force One, it would indicate a genuine intent to deploy a thousand nuclear bombs in Japan.

For Kochou, that would be a terribly grave situation.

The Japan Self-Defense Forces and military factories were in a castrated state, unable to resist the U.S. Forces Japan for any significant period.

Fighter jets stationed at Yokota Airbase could fly over the Imperial Palace in no time.

With the Seventh Fleet anchored at Yokosuka Port, if things went awry, it would take less than half an hour for Tokyo to be under U.S. military control.

Neither the Prime Minister nor ministers could escape Tokyo.

Unless Dio stepped in to assist.

But Dio couldn't be summoned by Kochou; usually, it's Dio who seeks her.

She couldn't reach Dio.

The only country in Asia capable of protesting against this matter was the Eastern Great Nation.

But Kochou worried that if other countries' military satellites, including Japan's, became ineffective, the Eastern Great Nation would lose the opportunity to detect U.S. actions.

Given that if the U.S. truly intended deployment, they would surely release information about the Different World to attract intelligence personnel, thereby covering themselves and creating a fait accompli.

If Kochou quoted reports from informed sources to alert the Eastern Great Nation and the U.S. still didn't change their mind, it would indicate a deliberate abandonment of all political demands, opting for reckless action.

A world war doesn't align with Kochou's interests, she fixed her gaze on the pond, contemplating the potential future conflicts.