Suzuki Manor
Shiro Suzuki was decisive.
After taking a deep drag of his cigarette, he made a judgment and issued an order that completely defied the usual aggressive style of the Zaibatsu.
"From now on: Listen more. Watch more."
He exhaled smoke, his expression grave.
"Don't take what you shouldn't take. Don't rob what you shouldn't occupy."
He walked to the window.
The moonlight was bright again, the red hue fading. But the oppressive feeling from the live feed—the sensation of something walking out of the screen into reality—was still creepy and terrifying to the extreme.
Until now, he had never voiced the repeated questioning in his heart.
'Is there really such a thing?'
'Does such power truly exist!?'
Hiss…
He took another deep breath of nicotine. His eyes seemed to glow with a blazing light.
The Extraordinary…
The Suzuki family should have a share. Since the Metropolitan Police Department had already opened a loophole, Suzuki's entry was a matter of course.
But his approach was completely different from Jirokichi Suzuki's.
Shiro was actually very grateful to the MPD for intervening.
'Mortal dignitaries have their own rules,' Shiro thought. 'But the Extraordinary Realm? That is a lawless wasteland.'
It was terrifying to think about.
If they rashly took a tough attitude to intervene, the entire Suzuki Zaibatsu might be crushed into ruins by a tyrannical, unreasonable power.
Afterward, the government would just have to add a humiliating footnote in the evening news: "It is reported that the Suzuki Estate was wiped out due to a gas explosion. We urge citizens to check their valves. The Suzuki tragedy must not happen again."
It was a funny scene, but one that was bound to happen if they were careless. Because Shiro Suzuki had done the exact same thing to others before.
He stared at the aggrieved face of his cousin.
"Especially you, Jirokichi…"
Metropolitan Police Department
Inspector Megure was so excited his face was beet red.
'Damn, we won!'
'We won!!'
And they had won completely!
At most, some buildings at Sobu High School were damaged. With the financial backing of the Suzuki Zaibatsu, such trivial things could be repaired in a day or two.
Moreover…
After Grandma Mitsue, another Extraordinary Person had stepped into their field of vision. A remarkable boy who was recognized as a Master by a Divine Artifact.
Megure quickly pulled up the boy's file from the MPD archives.
Seiran Mizunotsuki.
A second-year student at Sobu High School.
Both parents died when he was young. No relatives?
Megure's eyes immediately fixed on the words "No Relatives."
A look of surprise appeared on his face, as if he had discovered a new continent.
'What a coincidence!'
'I, Juzo Megure, don't have children either… oh wait, I do have a wife. But we can always add one more to the family table!'
'It's fate! My family and Seiran Mizunotsuki can form a complete household!'
However, the ringing of the secure red phone woke Megure from his fantasy adoption dream.
He let out a bitter smile. As expected.
He answered the call. The voice of his immediate superior, Superintendent General Hakuba, cut through the radio silence with reserved calmness.
"Megure, you did a good job this time. But you can do better."
Hakuba's voice was firm.
"Organize the manpower. I am giving you only three days to renovate Sobu High School for me!"
"Finally… regarding Grandma Mitsue, keep the current protocol. But regarding Lord Mizunotsuki…"
It was just a brief comment. But Inspector Megure understood it immediately.
Win him over!
Just like they had tried to get the Extraordinary Seed at all costs, now they would wave money and sprinkle titles like water.
If that didn't work? Then wealth, beauty, power, fame.
As long as he wanted it, they would give it all to him!
But this matter could not be rushed. Unlike an object, Seiran Mizunotsuki was first and foremost a person. A person with ideas and thoughts.
If they rushed over and offended him… just thinking about the "upper limit" of the supernatural power they had just witnessed gave Megure a chilling tremor.
The Families
Haruno Yukinoshita finally answered the call from her mother.
Before she had time to report that she was safe, the cold, indifferent voice of Mother Yukinoshita arrived as expected.
"Haruno. That child is a boy. You know what that means."
"...…"
Haruno was silent for a moment. Then, the mask of the terrified refugee slipped away, and her charming, manipulative smile returned.
Ah…
'How could I not understand the meaning of Mother's words?'
The Extraordinary Person was now the Yukinoshita family's "lifeline." Perhaps that statement was exaggerated, but in the eyes of a woman with ambition like her mother, it might actually be an underestimation.
So, Haruno had no intention of resisting the arrangement. Hadn't she prepared herself mentally before? This time, the schedule had just advanced.
Of course. Not right now.
She looked down at her clothes. This simple, modest kimono, worn to curry favor with the traditional Grandma Mitsue, naturally had to be changed when facing a teenage boy.
She was confident in her own beauty. But she couldn't guarantee whether she could please a god-like child with just a pretty face.
Meanwhile, Kyoaki Hashimoto of the Religious Faction breathed a sigh of relief.
It was good that his "Old Baby" was fine. He also saw the boy who suddenly appeared. But their religion was different from other powerful groups; Grandma Mitsue herself was their core. If the boy could be won over, great. If not, there was no need to force it.
The Chitanda Family, however, was in turmoil.
The head of the Chitanda family stared blankly at the screen, watching the young man who was about the same age as his daughter, Eru.
He was struggling.
'Should we stick to Grandma Mitsue, or bet heavily on the new Extraordinary Person?'
Judging from the power he demonstrated, he seemed no worse than Mitsue.
'But we only have one Eru. If we fail, we can only use women from the branch families to try and win him over.'
But without the powerful weapon of a true "Honey Trap" like a direct heir, wouldn't they be tying their own hands?
Mizunotsuki Residence
Seiran Mizunotsuki was quite surprised.
Because a pair of long legs wrapped in torn black stockings had followed him home.
Even when he entered his apartment, the owner of those legs refused to leave. Instead, she held the door open at the moment he tried to close it, slipping inside.
And then…
Sae Chabashira.
The graceful, elegant teacher, ripe as a peach, deliberately pulled up the hem of her pencil skirt.
Her curvy body, posed deliberately, displayed an almost perfect, graceful curve. The black stockings were torn from the earlier chaos, the mix of sheer black fabric and white skin creating a hazy, raw temptation.
Seiran looked at her neck.
He didn't know where she had gotten the dog collar from.
When she found that Seiran didn't immediately kick her out, Sae Chabashira laughed.
It was a broken, desperate laugh.
After making a gesture that couldn't be more obvious, she dropped to her knees on the genkan floor.
She curled her hands into the shape of paws. She looked up at him with eyes full of fear, ambition, and submission.
Then, in a sticky voice that was both seductive and humiliated, she called out:
"Woof…"
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