35. Struggle Year 1

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“This is insane.”

 

 

After finishing his speech, Yaren, who was tidying up in his room, received a visitor.

It was ‘Hashimoto Kyouzaki,’ the head of the ‘Adventurer Faction,’ which, along with the ‘Self-Defense Force Faction,’ largely divided the Patriotic Restoration Society.

 

 

Unlike the incompetent and out-of-touch Self-Defense Force, he had an eye for the world.

Before becoming an adventurer, he studied in the United States and gained a lot of experience through working holidays in Australia and Europe.

 

 

And after becoming an adventurer, he steadily built up his skills, achieving decent stats in the late 10,000s for attack and defense.

 

 

Now that stats are easily obtained in Gangnam, anyone and their mom can exceed 30,000 or 40,000, but just a year ago, those kinds of specs were world-class.

 

 

 

“Hmm? Is it that story again?”

 

 

Lieutenant General Yaren frowned openly at his words.

He and Kyouzaki, a ‘normal person’ who hated ‘far-right’ ideologies, which were the opposite of his own, had completely opposite tendencies.

Thanks to that, he felt uncomfortable just looking at him.

 

 

They were temporarily working together for the revival of Great Japan, but it wouldn’t be strange if they were pointing fingers and cursing each other after achieving their goal.

 

 

“Are you telling me to stand still while those disgusting things dare to defile the sacred Imperial Palace?!”

“It’s not the place that’s sacred. It’s the people who are sacred! If we go out there without proper preparation, it’ll be a mass death!”

 

Kyouzaki patted his chest as if frustrated.

Just as Lieutenant General Yaren felt uncomfortable with him, he too felt uncomfortable with Lieutenant General Yaren.

No, he hated him as much as he hated the far-right.

 

 

If Lieutenant General Yaren had at least possessed some real ability, he wouldn’t have disliked him this much. Unfortunately, he had no talent for anything.

The only thing that was somewhat passable was his speeches that attracted people.

Even that was full of sophistry and snacks, so it was essentially empty.

 

 

“Hehe. A mass death, you say! My friend. How many people do you think will come there? At least tens of thousands! And that’s not all! Every moment will surely be broadcast live around the world, so no matter how much of an Empire they are, they won’t be able to use weapons easily! If we can’t shout for independence at a time like this, when can we?!”

“Yes. Tens of thousands, you say. But have you forgotten what they did to China?”

“Why is China coming up here? We are Great Japan, the Yamato people!”

“No…”

 

 

A deep sense of frustration washed over him.

 

 

“Although it has been diluted a lot since modern times, our Yamato people are a great people who never forget the grace of His Majesty the Emperor. If we shout ‘Banzai’ first, tens of thousands of our compatriots will soon join in. If that happens, no matter how much of an Empire they are, they won’t dare to oppress us. They’ll be flustered, not knowing what to do. Then we can take advantage of that gap to rescue His Majesty the Emperor and declare Great Japan again.”

“There’s no way that’ll happen!!”

 

 

It was a nonsensical sound.

No, it’s just bullshit.

 

 

The part about the grace of His Majesty the Emperor is bullshit from the start, but the words that follow are just nonsense that doesn’t need to be heard.

They’re already an Empire that has massacred 1 billion people in China, so how difficult would it be to kill a few tens of thousands more?

 

If we step up first, our compatriots will join in?

Okay. Let’s say they do.

What will happen then?

 

 

Total annihilation.

 

And then the existence of the Patriotic Restoration Society will be unnecessarily known to the world, the entire Japanese archipelago will become a sea of fire by the Empire, and independence will become a distant dream.

 

 

Why doesn’t he know this simple thing?

 

 

 

“Anyway! I can’t miss this golden opportunity, so don’t say another word. Well, if you’re so worried, you can just stay still with those who follow you.”

 

 

Yaren, looking at him as if he were a coward, dismissed him with an eviction order.

Kyouzaki shook his head and left his room.

 

 

Sometimes you meet people who you just can’t communicate with, people whose stupid way of thinking makes you want to open up their heads and take a look.

That was Lieutenant General Yaren.

 

 

“To think that kind of guy was a lieutenant general… No wonder the country is ruined!”

 

 

Kyouzaki clicked his tongue and walked nervously down the hallway.

And returning to his room, he expressed his opinion to his followers that he would not participate in this operation at all.

 

 

No matter how he thought about it, it was just a dog’s death, and he couldn’t waste precious lives so foolishly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The next day.

 

 

A huge crowd of people had gathered in a large square set up in the Imperial Palace.

 

 

Originally, the Imperial Palace was a place where civilians were largely prohibited from entering.

 

 

This place was one of them, but in the process of remodeling the Imperial Palace into the Governor-General’s residence, the existing buildings and facilities were completely demolished and turned into a national square for advertising and propaganda.

 

 

The capacity is approximately 50,000 people.

If you’re determined and push it, it’s possible to fit up to 80,000 people.

 

 

Even now, it’s packed with people.

About 10,000 were maids and Virginias assigned to the Mt. Fuji Autonomous Territory, and the remaining approximately 60,000 people were all subjects of the Mt. Fuji Autonomous Territory.

 

 

Of course, most of them were forcibly mobilized.

No matter how uninterested and obedient the Japanese are in politics, there were few people who would help with the events of those who had taken away their country, especially the desperate and shameful event of the ‘Governor-General’s Inauguration Ceremony.’

The vast majority were forcibly mobilized, and only a very small number came here voluntarily.

 

 

And among that very small number were members of the Patriotic Restoration Society who wanted to make themselves known and promote the revival of Japan through this event.

 

 

 

 

Participants were quite small because anyone with a normal brain could see that it was a very stupid operation.

But still, there were hundreds of people.

The Self-Defense Force faction, led by Lieutenant General Yaren, participated on a large scale, and some adventurers also participated.

 

 

And there were those who participated just to take a look.

 

 

 

 

Anyway, there were hundreds of them.

Feeling their tense hearts, they turned their gaze to the platform set up in the square.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After some time, Seo Hyun, who would be appointed as the first Governor-General, and Yu-Eun, who had come to attend the inauguration ceremony, appeared in the square, and the emcee tapped the microphone and started the event.

It was a generally ordinary event, although it was very noisy when Yu-Eun entered.

 

 

After several procedures, when Lim Seo-hyun, who was appointed as the first Governor-General, stood on the platform, the Patriotic Restoration Society, which had been quiet until then, finally began its activities.

 

 

When Seo-hyun went up to the platform and tapped the microphone a couple of times, someone suddenly took out a Japanese flag from his chest and shouted, raising it high.

 

 

 

 

“Tenno Heika Banzai!!!”

 

 

 

A voice so loud that it echoed throughout the vast square.

Seo-hyun, who was about to open her mouth, stopped for a moment.

 

 

Continuing that moment, someone else raised the Japanese flag high and shouted ‘Banzai’ from the other side.

 

 

 

“Tenno Heika Banzai!!!”

 

 

 

 

 

The second shout.

That too was huge.

 

 

 

 

 

“Tenno Heika Banzai!!”

“Tenno Heika Banzai!!!”

 

 

And a series of cheers followed.

 

 

People started getting up here and there, raising the Japanese flag and the Rising Sun flag and shouting ‘Banzai.’

 

 

 

 

“What are those guys doing.”

 

 

Yu-Eun’s voice, sounding dumbfounded.

It sounded like lightning to Seo-hyun.

 

 

Yu-Eun said it without much thought, but it didn’t sound simple to Seo-hyun, who served her.

 

 

Moreover, this place is, in a way, a place where Yu-Eun is giving her a gift!

It is such a sacred and absolute place.

 

 

To dare to cause a disturbance in such a place.

An uncontrollable impulse arose in her heart.

 

 

 

 

Whether they knew it or not, the Patriotic Restoration Society’s ‘Banzai’ continued.

 

Gradually, one or two people came up here and there,

Soon, dozens of Japanese flags and Rising Sun flags were unfurled in the square.

 

 

And around that time, Japanese people who had been forcibly brought here, not the Patriotic Restoration Society, began to shout ‘Banzai.’

 

 

Some people had a sense of rejection towards Tenno Heika Banzai. Some even questioned the very existence of the ‘Emperor.’

But at this moment, such questions or rejections faded away with the rising atmosphere, and they simply became one as Japanese people and shouted for the Emperor.

 

 

It was like a wildfire.

It spreads uncontrollably, burning tens of thousands of lights.

 

 

 

 

-Tenno Heika Banzai!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

The small voice at first became a huge roar, filling the square.

Now the sound can be heard far away in Tokyo.

 

 

Tens of thousands of shouts.

Tens of thousands of desires.

 

In that overwhelming sight, Seo-hyun stood blankly.

 

 

Of course, it wasn’t because she didn’t know what to do, as they imagined.

 

 

It was just that an unbearable anger was rising towards the bastards who were defiling this sacred place.

 

 

 

“Hey. Take care of that.”

 

 

In the meantime, Yu-Eun was giggling and poking Seo-hyun’s butt.

She closed her eyes tightly for a moment and said softly into the microphone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Japanese is banned from today.”