Takezu's life seemed ordinary-school, friends, and a routine he had settled into. But when a mysterious note reveals that his father's death wasn't a suicide but murder, his world shatters. As days begin to slip from his memory and reality blurs, Ta...
Recap:- After a long Ruckus in the previous volume Kumi and Takezo finally decides to Find the Man who drugged takezo together on the other hand Ryu and his uncle decided to train Ryu so he can fight leader
Scene:- A room filled with ministers and president of Japan, it's a press conference
The grand hall was buzzing with anticipation. Rows of flashing cameras lined the back of the room, while reporters and ministers filled every seat, their eyes fixed on the podium. The air was thick with the weight of the moment, a celebration of power and progress.
The Cabinet Minister of Japan, a man in his mid-fifties with a sharp, authoritative presence, stood at the podium. His voice echoed through the hall as he began his speech, each word carrying the pride of a nation reborn.
“I am very glad that we have built a successful nation, one that will continue to develop and become the highest power in the world,” he declared, his voice resonating with confidence. The audience responded with a murmur of approval, their applause growing louder as he continued. “And now, I would like to invite the President of Japan to come forward and share his vision for the future of our great nation.”
As the President approached the podium, the room fell into a respectful silence. He was a man of stature, his presence commanding attention. He paused for a moment, letting the weight of the occasion settle before speaking.
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“The year 1999 has been a remarkable one for Japan’s development and its democracy,” the President began, his voice both powerful and sincere. “After the devastating Hiroshima and Nagasaki attacks, our nation was reduced to ashes. The world doubted our ability to rise again. But here we are, challenging the entire world in the race for development and superpower status.”
The hall erupted into applause, the sound echoing off the walls as the President acknowledged the contributions of the Japanese people.
“It is all thanks to the citizens of this nation,” he continued, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. “To every man, woman, and child who voted for us and helped this nation to grow. A big round of applause for each and every one of you!”
The applause was deafening now, a collective roar of pride and achievement. The President allowed the moment to linger, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Then, as the noise began to subside, he spoke again, his tone more solemn.
“And now,” he said, “I would like to introduce the person who has contributed the most to this nation. My friend. A big round of applause for him as well.”
The room held its breath as a figure emerged from the shadows at the edge of the stage. The lights barely touched him, revealing only the sharp lines of a grey coat and matching pants. The man’s face remained hidden in the darkness, adding an air of mystery to his entrance. The audience waited in hushed anticipation, unsure of who this enigmatic figure might be, yet sensing the importance of his presence.
