On Astral Tides: From Humble Freelancer To Astral Emperor

Taking a seat at a table with the President and his wife, who was a stylish woman in her mid-fifties, wearing a classically styled skirt suit, we were joined by Mr Hunter, as well as several of what I assumed were high-ranking members of the US government, as well as Adam White, who drew an irritated glare from the President. Once we were all seated, a variety of drinks were brought out, and the table was surrounded by black-suited security, as well as a number of Chosen, screening us from the wider room where other groups were gathering.

This is going to be… interesting.

You’ll be fine. Eri’s thoughts echoed in my mind, a touch of amusement within. Compared to meeting Nurarihyon, how bad can it be?

That’s true, At least his wife Seirei isn’t here to threaten me with her wish-granting power every time she speaks. Honestly though, I’m feeling a little nostalgic for those simpler times…

Now I know you’re joking. Me… I’m thrilled. I always knew you were special, Akio. Even back in Nishimorioka. Admittedly, I never thought you’d end up going so far, but… I’m just happy I get to walk beside you. And I know the others feel the same. So, hurry up and come home. Besides… a lot of us need you. It’s been rough.

I can imagine. Anyway, it’s late over there… or early, I suppose. Did you get any rest? I know, after… after I took my first human life, it hit me hard.

Actually, it… it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. For me, anyway. But… it’s still not a nice feeling. I haven’t slept yet. When I close my eyes… no, forget about that for now. When… when you return, you can spoil us all, soothe us. And… Tsukiko wants to speak to you about something as well. But that’s not what matters…

Our thought conversation was brisk, but time was still passing. I took a coffee, and apparently it was Hawaiian Kona coffee. It smelt rich and smooth, and I remembered this was a brand that Fujiwara-san was highly fond of. Tastes as good as it smells…

…since you will be meeting the President today, Hinata wanted to be here for you. She’s… well, she had it rough too. Besides, we’ve been looking over her new sword. It gives us something to do. In fact, everyone’s staying over. The house is crowded. But then, school’s been cancelled for Hinata and the others, Kana too. Fortunately the faith school that Chiaki-san and Chiasa-san attended wasn’t attacked, but… under our advice that school closed early for winter break too.

Makes sense. We were cutting it close for the Pilgrimage anyway, some school would be missed.

Yes so… Eri’s thoughts were suddenly displaced, and I heard the cheerful voice of Hinata in my head, though there was a faint brittleness to it, and I felt a wave of sympathy for her.

I’m here! We’ve been experimenting with the twins, and I hope you can hear me? If I feed my thoughts into Eri, then she can share them with you, right?

I tried to think back to Hinata, and found I couldn’t, but when I directed my thoughts through Lovers’ Link to Eri, they did make it back, as though Eri was functioning as a relay tower, similar to when Haru did it.

I see. Don’t trust me huh? I teased her.

Don’t be silly. Nobody trusts you more than me! Hinata insisted, only to correct herself, likely as Eri was protesting. Eri trusts you as much, as does everyone else. But not more! Anyway, I just thought it would be handy having the upper hand in negotiations. Grandfather has met the President a few times, you know. As has Uncle Kira and Fujiwara-sama, of course. The upper echelons of the business world are very global. So I remember a few stories. It might give us the edge…

Agreeing, and feeling a little reassured to have them with me, even if only their thoughts, I took another sip of the rich coffee, waiting for the President to start.

“What do you think?” the President opened up the conversation with a grandiose gesture around us. “The White House sure is something, yes? Power. That’s what it’s all about. Power and respect.”

“It’s certainly impressive.” I conceded. “It reminds me of Buckingham Palace. You can feel the weight of history, and yes, I imagine it would be rather intimidating to most ordinary people.” Not to me though, not anymore.

“Buckingham Palace, huh?” The President smiled, glancing at Mr Hunter. “I’m not sure why you’ve tagged along, Gerard, but now you’re here, you can tell him how close I am to the Queen.” He smiled broadly. “Her Majesty and I are old friends.”

I glanced at Gerard, who looked as if he had eaten something sour, but with consummate professionalism, he smoothed out his expression and offered a version of events that wouldn’t offend. “It’s true, the Honourable President was received by her Majesty during his state visit earlier this year. Before all this mess started.”

“I hear she likes you too.” The President grinned, though his eyes had grown sharp, and his smile seemed a touch predatory. “Quite understandable. You stood out in London. Impressive. Though don’t let it go to your head. These Church fools might be a big deal, but… they know better than to mess with us!”

“Oh?” I made sure to keep my attention on the President, but as my vision was widened with aether, I could see Christopher, sitting with Gina Haskell and a number of other people, and he was casting worried glances over here discretely.

“Yes. Bad business all around, I admit.” the President admitted. “Going after a school, that school. No wonder everyone in Japan is angry. I hear Europe is a mess too. Though the dear old Queen has things in hand. Her granddaughter sure is something. A real beauty too. Lucky.” He winked at me, leaving me a bit confused, and Mr Hunter coughed loudly.

“That’s not a matter for now.” he interrupted. “Though it’s true Britain is largely calm. I wouldn’t say that the deeds of Mr Oshiro shouldn’t be praised though.”

“I never said that. I’m not the old dodderer, going senile. I’m sharp as a razor still.” The President seemed irked at being corrected, but he then made his triumphant point. “Look around you. We have plenty of superheroes like you, Akio.” He didn’t go for any honorifics or politeness, just straight to the point. I can handle that. But if I was a more traditionally raised Japanese man, this would be hellishly uncomfortable. He’s very… intense.

“These fanatics… they didn’t dare attack the US. Scared of what we’ll do. I am not known for messing around. If they struck at us, I’d bomb them back into the stone age, send them to meet their God, I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again!” He grinned proudly. “It’d be different if we had a weak leader, an appeaser, but everyone around the world knows this President is not to be trifled with or disrespected. I suppose I ought to thank them, and you and your kind. My re-election should be a snap. In times of chaos, the voters want a steady pair of hands, a man they know they can trust. Not some old fool who would likely try and understand the terrorists.”

Adam White coughed loudly then, and Christina smirked at his discomfort.

“Mr President, this is an issue that goes beyond mere…” he began, only for the President to cut him off.

“I don’t want to hear that from you, Director.” His tone was cold. “I haven’t forgotten the sheer lack of care your reports to me contained. ‘Not a big deal’ and ‘some potentially interesting applications but otherwise business as usual’. If the events of London hadn’t come to my attention, would I still be thinking nothing major is happening? You and the others are fortunate you still have jobs, no, you’re lucky you aren’t locked up for treason!”

“Mr President, we’ve been over this…” one of the other men at the table tried to intervene. “…the situation was still poorly understood, and matters moved faster than anticipated…”

“That’s right.” the second man agreed, running a hand through his greying hair with a grimace. “Besides, you… didn’t always read the reports, or attend the briefings, did you?”

“I’m a busy man! The country, the world… they don’t run themselves.” the President grumbled, but he did seem aware enough to know the man spoke the truth. “That doesn’t matter. Events moving… we’re the United States of America, for God’s sake!” He slammed the table loudly. “We don’t get to be blindsided! I’m number one, we’re number one!”

“If I may…” Christina asked for leave to speak, and even as Adam’s hard brown eyes bade her keep silent, she ignored him, also ignoring the way the President’s gaze flickered down her body, taking her in. “…I feel I am expertly placed to speak on these matters.”

“You can speak any time you want.” The President smirked, ignoring the cold look his wife shot him. “Wait, aren’t you that scientist, Miss… Miss Bakker, yes? One of our finest, I hear. What brings you here with Akio?”

“Obviously I’m his partner at the event. It wouldn’t do for a man of his calibre to come unescorted, and Miss Adelheid here, she’s… a little on the young side.” Adelheid was drinking her coffee cheerfully, paying little attention to the tense atmosphere.

“Yes, I can see that. You’re a lucky man, Akio. A man after my own heart. Although…” He paused. “Aren’t you an important national asset? I don’t know if it’s wise for you to date a foreign national, especially one so… high-profile. Espionage won’t be forgiven.” He addressed Christina sternly.

“Oh, anything I know, rest assured they knew first.” she dissembled expertly, and I could see Adam’s hands clenching his mug of coffee in annoyance, knuckles white. “Besides, you should be encouraging me.” She giggled charmingly, grabbing my arm. “Men like to talk in bed, don’t they? And I’m a good listener!”

That amused the President, and he guffawed heartily. “True. Just don’t forget who you owe your loyalty to. But…” He eyed me with a little more respect now. “…I never trust a man who isn’t interested in beautiful women. The rumours do you justice. I heard you’re getting engaged to the granddaughter of old Kenji Fukumoto. I’ve met him a number of times, done business with him too. I saw his granddaughter at a party once, she was certainly pretty.”

“She says thank you.” I replied, after sharing that with Hinata via the link with Eri, and he seemed a little unsure of what I meant.

“Anyway, my point is… you’re a man of appetites. And business. I know you’ve had large investments from Chase bank, as well as a British one, and are in business with Ichijou Heavy Industries. I can respect a man who gets what he wants, even if others say it’s foolish or wrong. When the Japanese changed the law to legalise polygamy… well, plenty of fools said I’d never be President, that I’d never beat that harridan of the old guard, that the stinking marsh that infests Washington would swallow up my hopes. But… I’m a winner. And winners recognise each other.”

I nodded slowly, unwilling to cause a scene. He’s arrogant. But…

He has a right to be. There have only been forty-four men who have ever held the seat of the President of the United States of America. And before you ask, Grover Cleveland served non-consecutively, hence why the current President is considered the forty-fifth. The President is a powerful man. But… he has an ego. We can use that.

Hinata was relaying her thoughts to me in real time as I shared what was happening with Eri. “I had to do it. I feel an utter bastard sometimes, but… when I decided to love them all, I made my decision that nothing would stop me from making their lives happy ones. Any obstacle would be overcome, any enemy dealt with. So… I leveraged my influence, and got the law changed.” Following Hinata’s advice, I asserted my own strength and political capital. “And, just as in London… if these fanatics try and harm those I love… well, I’ll be sure to crush them thoroughly.”

“I certainly admire your optimism.” The President chuckled, in good humour. “But there’s a problem, yes?”

“I fail to see what that could be.” Mr Hunter spoke up. “Our government, Japan’s, and many others, are coming together to declare the Church of True Revelation a proscribed terrorist organisation. The events of London were one thing, but this coordinated worldwide series of atrocities, some targeting schools… there can be no question we need to act.”

“That’s a good point, but…” the President seemed a little hesitant. “…the thing is, the average American is a good, hardworking, industrious, God-fearing individual. They are tired of the outside world telling them what to do and how to live, what to think and believe. Tired of welcoming those that threaten their way of life. As President, I was elected to stand up for them and their desires.”

“I fail to see the relevance.” Mr Hunter frowned. “And before you say it’s about religion, the Pope has again come out in condemnation of these acts, as has the Archbishop of Canterbury, as well as the leaders of many Christian faiths worldwide. I myself am a Christian. That doesn’t mean I approve of such violence and hatred.”

“That’s true, but… there is a certain sympathy towards those who fight for their religious ideals…” the President shrugged. “And since the attacks haven’t affected us… well, you know how people are.”

“I do.” I agreed, narrowing my eyes, grey gaze hard. I couldn’t help but relax my grip on my League, and the guards around our table tensed, the Chosen looking particularly flustered. My glower quickly froze them in place though, and I rumbled out my words harshly. “We all have our own concerns, it’s only natural, but… it would be a grave mistake to stand aside on this issue. After all…”

The President met my gaze boldly, but he was starting to sweat a little. “…yes?” he managed after a long pause.

“…we stand together, or we fall divided. Your… superheroes…” I used his own word from earlier. “…may seem to be decent enough, but… will they be enough?”

One of the suited men couldn’t help but speak. “You arrogant little bastard…” His words were then swallowed as I glared at him, and that made him angrier, but he then realised where he was and who he was guarding, so he leashed his fury with a great effort.

“…arrogant? Actually, I’m always worried that I need to be stronger. But… I’m also experienced. How many life-or-death battles have you been through? You might have fought in the Boundary, but… I’ve battled yakuza, armed agents from the United States…” I made a point of reminding those here of that. While we had agreed not to hold America to account over it after we received compensation, that didn’t mean I couldn’t still leverage it. “…who tried to abduct me illegally. Mary Stuart. Chosen in Kyoto. Chosen in South Korea, South Africa, and many other hard battles you couldn’t even dream of.”

Beside me, Christina was grinning happily, looking as pleased as if she was being complimented. That made my head ache, as I recognised that same reaction from my fiancées all the time. Of course, just because she likes me, doesn’t mean I have to like her, no more than Shaeula has to like her many fans…

“It’s certainly true you have been involved in more conflict than most…” Adam interrupted smoothly. “…but our forces are strong. The United States military is the finest in the world, our firepower and global reach simply unrivalled.”

“Maybe so.” I nodded. “And yes, that’ll help for now. But… it only goes so far. And I know your history. There have been terrorist attacks on America before, despite your strength. And these fanatics… they have means that conventional might can’t deter. Why they didn’t strike on US soil this time…” Hinata had been discussing the same, and her reply agreed with mine. “…it’s probably precisely for that reason. To make you hesitate, and to perhaps garner support. Their targets in Europe seem to have been very strictly chosen as well…”

“You know you can’t simply solve all our problems with bullets and bombs, Adam.” Christina warned. “Else you wouldn’t be so concerned about those on the list you called… oh yes, the Heretical and Antithetical. You do sometimes amuse me! You should be thanking Akio anyway, you were so worried about Midas, and he’s no longer a concern.”

He seemed sour at her mockery, but he nodded slowly. “It’s inevitable. Even those guarding the President grow stronger over time. And it seems the number of terrorists involved in the worldwide attack don’t make sense from the data we’ve… obtained.”

“Too many, yeah?” I nodded, having had the reports from Japan.

“This is all very well…” the President had composed himself and seemed irked at being ignored. “…when that report from the Bureau of Political-Military affairs came across my desk, saying we’d agreed the sale of our F-22’s to Japan, I did wonder, but the documents said we were developing newer, better technology anyway, and that… military equipment was less important in potential future conflict scenarios. You’re saying…”

“Exactly!” Christina giggled. “If the White House was targeted by those jets, and the place was bombed… Akio would stroll out of here, dust himself off and just be distraught that I had died.”

I rolled my eyes at her attempts to ingratiate herself into my feelings. She was clearly clumsy, but was experimenting, in a way, seeing what I did and didn’t like, would and wouldn’t accept. I guess she was serious when she said love and romance was just something else for her to learn the rules of…

“I wouldn’t be surprised if Adelheid was able to survive, and doubtless some of the guards here would too. Though injuries are probably inevitable for those that don’t have defensive abilities.” she continued. “But that’s not the point. It’s possible to tell a Chosen…” Adam grimaced at Christina’s adoption of our more respectful terminology, but she didn’t notice or didn’t care. “…with a high degree of certainly from my research, just by the way they move and react, the difference between an ordinary person measurable. And obviously Chosen have a number of ways to tell, be it through special visual acuity or other means. And when like Akio, their tempers are up, we can feel it.”

She grinned at the President, simply not caring that she was being rude. “Just like now, it’s intense, isn’t it? Not many Chosen have the weight, the pressure Akio does. That’s proof of his superiority.” She winked sarcastically at the American Chosen who had spoken out of turn earlier. “But that is all a mask for the problems we face. It’s obvious… the so-called Church clearly has a means similar to Akio to transform or imbue ordinary people with strength, and also to transport items that go beyond science. Anyone here could be such an enemy, and if they are prepared to die…”

“Which they clearly were.” I pointed out, agreeing. Hinata says the others agree as well. A lot of the attacks on us in Japan were clearly made with the anticipation of immense losses, all to take out a few key targets. Thank the Gods Mae was able to protect Asha and the Tree, as well as my Anchor, or else…

“And they did.” Christina winked. “Yes, Japan suffered losses, but Akio’s allies held firm. It will weaken Japan as a whole, yes, but… strengthen Akio’s overall voice and influence. But if the same was to happen in America…”

The President scowled. “You don’t have to tell me, I know! They’re wary of our retaliation, but it’s true. The risk of assassination is high. That’s the message that their worldwide actions have declared. There was an attempt on the highest nobility of Japan, yes?”

“Fortunately we anticipated trouble. Trouble which… I am afraid to say, was also from American citizens.” I added a further bargaining chip at the right time.

“The Ruby Group. They’re… not the only conglomerate causing me a headache.” The President grumbled. “That reminds me…” His smile was suddenly predatory, a gleam is his blue eyes. “…you complained about the United States trying to kidnap you. It’s a nonsense of course, we would never do such. The Japanese government would attest to that. But… when it comes to kidnapping… Suzanne Castor.”

Oh? This, huh. “Suzu-san… Suzanne, I suppose I should say… is staying with us voluntarily, for her own safety and protection.” I countered.

“You say that, but I know for a fact that she’s not yet eighteen years of age.” The President countered. “Therefore it’s illegal child abduction. By Japanese law, it’s actually stricter. Parental consent is required for those under twenty to leave home, yes?”

“Actually, I’m afraid you’re wrong.” I shook my head. “Under the new Ministry special passport scheme, certain exemptions apply, so she’s legally able to maintain her autonomy, and we consider her as a Japanese national as well as American.”

“You think that will fly?” the President sneered. He glanced at one of the other politicians at the table, who coughed, before his wrinkled face set into a firm expression.

“Mr Castor is… a respected figure in our State. When his daughter ran away he was… distraught.” The word was rather monotone, and we could all see he was lying. “…she is a… troubled, young girl. Not socially aware, and… has problems with learning.”

We anticipated this eventually, though… Suzu-san always said her family wouldn’t want her back, so long as there was no benefit in it for them, or demerits for her staying away. Besides… I don’t like the way they are talking about her. She’s… an odd girl, but… she can be strangely sharp at times. That’s beside the point, though. Suzu-san is my Vassal, and I have responsibilities…

“I don’t know if you are aware of Suzanne’s home situation…” I asked the President. Mr Hunter was urging me not to argue with his eyes, but I wasn’t going to back down. “…while she makes pains not to call it abusive, it was clear that she was at the least neglected by her family. But yes, I get that’s not the point. But what is… I’m effectively Suzanne’s legal guardian, you could say. I have a responsibility to her. I’m more than willing to discuss this with her parents, but…Suzanne’s opinion will be respected.”

“Do you think it’s easy to just ignore our laws?” the President asked, his tone harsh. “There are consequences…”

“As far as I’m aware, America makes a habit of saying its laws take precedence over other those of other countries. Even setting aside the blatant kidnapping of our citizens, and the still unlawful detention of many international Chosen… and before you say ‘we all agreed that never happened’, grow up. I’m not demanding further concessions because of that, but just because we all agree a polite fiction, it doesn’t make the truth disappear. If you want to talk about consequences, go right ahead.”

“Oh, I’m jealous!” Christina trilled. “Though Suzanne is quite the fascinating girl. It must grate on the Castors that the problem child they let fly the coop has turned out to be so important. But then…” She suddenly laughed wickedly. “…from what I’ve heard, they’d probably be quite satisfied marrying her off, so long as they profited, and the husband-to-be kept her out of sight. You interested?”

I shook my head. “No way. Besides, Suzu… Suzanne wants to be an idol, so she needs to stay single.”

It was then the President’s wife spoke up. She had remained quiet the entire time, but this subject had obviously piqued her interest. “I saw the broadcast, the concert. Miss Castor looked very happy performing. I think… perhaps it might be best to let her be?”

“If her parents want to put in an official legal complaint, they are more than welcome to. Like I said, I’m on a tight schedule, but I’m prepared to meet with them if it can be arranged quickly enough. But… if they simply want her back to save face, or to exploit her abilities… I’m afraid we won’t see eye to eye. And I’ll be frank. Nobody can force me to abandon those under my protection. That goes for Christina too.”

“Be still my heart!” Christina giggled, flushing. “And before you say it, I know. It’s my expertise you want, but it was still nice to hear.”

“All right.” The President nodded. “This doesn’t have much to do with what we were talking about, the Church of True Revelation.” He backed down, though he seemed satisfied. Hinata was of the opinion he was weighing up what his support over the issue would cost me, and I didn’t disagree.

“Exactly!” Mr Hunter was glad to be back on safer ground. “Mr Oshiro raises an excellent point. If they can increase their numbers, as we suspect…”

“You must think us foolish.” Adam spoke. The President clearly didn’t like the man, judging by the cold glance he gave him, though he allowed his interruption. As Adam placed a phone on the table, he turned on footage from FujiTV, of Uchida Ren, and also the leaked footage of my sis from Korea. “Your numbers aren’t merely increasing by this so-called Chirurgery you performed on Christina here. You have the means to transfer or steal powers. You are as dangerous as the Church. In fact…” his eyes narrowed. “…it makes me wonder about some of your requests, such as the corpse of the unfortunate Egil Andersen.”

Shit, what do you think, Hinata?

It was obvious that this was going to be a problem. Unfortunately, the rumours, outright lies, deliberate half-truths and pointed truths we wished to keep secret that Uchida-san spread with help from foolish broadcasters here in Japan have the potential to cause more damage than the overt invasion. Fortunately, Arisugawa-san has a plan to handle the situation. When you return… for now…

As we exchanged rapid thoughts through Eri and the twins, we decided on our course of action. “You can wonder all you like, but this was already agreed. Going back on your word now would certainly make me reconsider your trustworthiness.”

“Speaking for Britain, I would have to agree.” Mr Hunter joined in. “While I am obviously not privy to any agreement made between Japan and America… we strongly support Japan in any negotiations regarding this matter.”

“Of course you would.” Adam declared, a touch scornfully. “But you misunderstand me. Why, even during the troubles in Japan, Scryer contacted me, and I gave her the go-ahead to offer assistance. It seems she ended up needing to rely on help herself, but our intent was there. But when such… interesting… information is released into the public domain, you hardly expect us to ignore the potential ramifications? And don’t try and tell us that it is all lies. Christina here has surely run her mouth…” At his glower, she giggled, sipping on her coffee and whistling falsely. “…and you are aware of our research and information gathering. There’s simply no way we can let such slide.”

I glanced around meaningfully at the Chosen security. “Are you sure here is a good place to discus it? Though I wouldn’t be surprised if one or two of them have an idea…”

“It seems to me, this is just an extension of the plans of the terrorists, to sow discord. We shouldn’t fall for it.” Mr Hunter insisted, and the President nodded, eyes narrowed.

“That’s obviously something you’d say, Gerard. But… you’re right. We’re all friends here, aren’t we? And friends should help each other.”

Here it comes. I waited as the President clasped his hands together, trying to appear both friendly and intimidating at once, I presumed. Though considering I’m used to dealing with beings with great Majesty and Charm, like the Seelie Princes and Princesses, this is nothing…

“I’ve been curious, ever since London. Even before that, rumours in the business world have ben circulating about the ‘miracle healer’ who can cure anything, for a price. In fact, Kenji Fukumoto was hardly shy in bragging about you in the right circles, though details were scarce. But… there’s more, yes? From what I gather… this Chirurgery offers a multitude of benefits. Health, stamina, longevity, clear mindedness…” He smiled knowingly. “…not that I need the latter. I’m still sharp as a man half my age. And that goes for the bedroom too.” He nudged his wife with his elbow, and she smiled benignly, despite likely being embarrassed.

“That’s true.” I conceded. “About the Chirurgery, I mean. Of course, while Chirurgery might be able to make a super soldier, I think what the Church does is a little more… in-depth.”

“That’s not so important.” The President disagreed. “What is… have you considered becoming an American citizen? It would certainly offer you many benefits.”

“I’ve tried that, I’m afraid.” Christina shrugged. “When it comes down to it, we don’t have anything to offer he can’t already get himself. Though I’m more than prepared to sacrifice my precious chastity and body to his lusts for us!” She winked at me, and I held in a sigh.

“A shame. Of course, it’s never too late. Any time, make a call, and I’ll push it through. Executive Order.” The two politicians with us looked sour at his words. “I’ll concede for today, but… as a gesture of goodwill, I think it would surely be wise to offer me this Chirurgery. After all, in Britain you’ve done it for the Queen.”

And as expected… Chirurgery is too enticing to pass up. Now, time to make the points Hinata suggested. I was thinking along roughly the same lines anyway…

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. As the President of a foreign country, wouldn’t that be considered as unduly meddling with your internal politics? I’m not sure that’s something your citizens would look upon favourably.”

“Nonsense.” The President disagreed fiercely. “We’re all friends here, yes? There’s no need to be shy. Despite your status, as far as I’m aware, you aren’t a politician or a diplomat, are you? So as a private citizen, you can render a service to me, it’s no different to selling me a suit.”

“I think the comparison is rather facetious…” Mr Hunter began, but the President merely scoffed at him.

“Jealousy is a terrible thing, Gerard. Besides, it’s impossible for us not to know what Britain and Japan are planning. That strikes me as interfering in politics more. I’m aware of his status as a special advisor to this Ministry of Spiritual Matters, but this is still a private transaction.”

“I still don’t see the necessity.” I countered, and the President shrugged.

“And you don’t think me owing you a favour is worth anything?”

From what I’ve heard, you’re not the best at repaying such favours. I’m not American, so some of it could be hearsay or sour grapes, but… “Let’s say for sake of argument I do give you Chirurgery, which is essentially priceless… I’d certainly need some concessions.”

“Aren’t we already allowing you to meet some brave American superheroes and take away the body of a foreign national? Despite the Director’s concerns here?” he pointed out, and I snorted.

“That’s payment for your past transgressions. And it’s also in your best interests, as we’ll likely end up having to soothe the family of Egil Andersen on your behalf. No… let me lay out what I’d need.”

“I’m always ready to do a deal.” The President leaned in eagerly, and Adam reminded him gently that he wasn’t able to act unilaterally, there were checks and balances, but again the President shrugged that off.

“Firstly… Suzanne Castor. Again, I’m prepared to meet with her family to discuss matters, but… don’t test me on this. I’ve gave her my word she’s under my protection, and nowadays I don’t lie. Besides, let’s face it. If they wanted to find her before this, they could have. She’s oddly cunning in some ways, but even using cash, she still would have left a trail through flights, immigration and so on. A rich family like the Castors could have hired investigators. It’s too late to play the caring family now. Of course, if they genuinely are sorry, then they have a place in her life. But it’s her choice. In theory, since she’s Japanese dual nationality now, all she has to do is revoke her American citizenship…”

“I don’t speak for them, but… I’m not interested in pressing the issue.” The President agreed. “While it could be considered trafficking a minor, and thus highly illegal, it seems to me there is no… untoward… relationship between you and Suzanne Castor.”

I frowned but nodded. “Yes. Like I said, she’s not in any sort of relationship. She wishes to remain an idol, which to her means no boyfriend or dating.”

“I still can’t stop the Castor family from causing trouble…” he admitted, but Adam spoke up.

“From my understanding of them… they might wish to exploit her abilities or find a suitable marriage partner. Though… they are not exactly welcoming to Eastern nationalities, so would be… reluctant… to do business with you. But their main priority is avoiding what they see as the shame her behaviour brings their family. They were mortified when they discovered her performance in front of the world.”

I see. So, we can leverage that. “Secondly…” I made my next demand. “…I need a renegotiation of one part of the post-war treaty between America and Japan.”

“That’s not something we can agree on! It would need ratifying by Congress!” the cry came from the grey-haired, elderly man at our table.

“Actually, I doubt very much it’s an issue.” I disagreed. “It doesn’t involve trade, economic or military policy. It’s simply… Ningen-sengen, the declaration of humanity that the Emperor was made to assert at the end of the Second World War. It’s clear that Amaterasu has blessed the Imperial Bloodline, as evidenced by Princess Mikasa…” I didn’t call her Yukiko-san, since this was a formal setting. “…so, to ease her heart, as well as give the Japanese another belief to help us unify against the disruption the Church is causing, I would ask that we are allowed to publicise that the declaration was merely words, and that the Sun burns bright within the Imperial Family.”

“That’s… I can’t see it being a problem. I can issue an Executive Order to force an amendment. Of course, I’ll get the damn leeches of the marsh grumbling, trying to stop any change. But I’ll drain that marsh and leave them all to dissolve in the sun, if it’s the last thing I do!”

“Her Majesty will be pleased…” Mr Hunter muttered to himself, though my ears picked up his barely breathed words. I’m not sure what that has to do with Britain, but okay…

“So then. Chirurgery.” The president rubbed his hands gleefully, but I wasn’t done.

“There’s something else…” I interrupted, and then glanced around meaningfully. “I think for this one you might want to send away your Chosen.”

“Oh, bold of you.” The President narrowed his eyes. “Trying to separate me from my guards…”

“It’s your call.” I shrugged. “I’m just giving some helpful advice. Besides, do you really think they could protect you if I wanted to rampage here? But why would I? We’re cutting a deal. I thought that was your favourite thing to do?”

The President nodded thoughtfully. “Of course, I’m all about the art of the deal. It’s the American way. But…”

“In that case…” I let a shroud of wind element, the green glow suppressed, fold around the table, swallowing our words. “…I’ll do this for free.”

The President looked interested. “What was that? I feel a chill…”

Outside the circle, the guards reacted with alarm, but the President raised his hand to reassure them. A few of the Chosen were glowering at me, but Adelheid glared back as she sipped on yet another coffee, while eating some delicious baked treats. Seeing that, they looked away, and I couldn’t help but feel amused they were cowed by such a young-looking woman, especially as she had some spots of cream around her mouth from the cakes.

“I just used a wind barrier to mute the sound. Because trust me, you don’t want your Chosen to hear about my next request.”

“Oh, now I’m curious.” The President leaned forwards. Beside him, his wife gave me a sympathetic look. “I don’t believe in mincing my words. Tell me what you want, and I’ll think about it.”

“Mr President, this is most irregular…” the grey-haired man complained, and the other nodded beside him.

“This could be construed as political corruption and bribery!”

“Hardly.” The President snorted, amused. His mood was quite mercurial, I had noticed, and it was hard keeping up with his shifting focus, but I remained calm. Fortunately, with all my Split Thoughts I had ample time to think, and Hinata and Eri were constantly in my thoughts as well.

“This is merely a private transaction between me and another person. It’s all utterly above board.” he continued brazenly.

“That would be more convincing if you weren’t insisting on an Executive Order. There’s no way that either House will…” the white-haired politician complained, but his mutters soon became inaudible and frustrated as it was clear the President wasn’t listening to him.

“Ignore them. They’re supposed to be in my Party, but they do nothing but complain.” The President’s words dismissed their concerns, and I was rather glad that Abe-san, our Prime Minister, was far more reasonable. Although… sometimes unreasonable people can be good to trade with, so long as I don’t let him run roughshod over me…

“I’ll get to the point then.” I turned my gaze to Adam White. “All of the other Chosen America has… abducted… they need to be freed and compensated. The families of the dead, too. No more experiments, though… Christina tells me they have mostly ended now anyway.”

She nodded cheerfully. “Yes, we were coming to the limits of what we could discover, and now that we are having more contact with the native beings of this Boundary, as well as some international research…” She made a face as if to say she was sorry she had made a sudden mistake, but I could tell she was faking it, and meant to let that slip. “…my bad. Sorry Adam, Mr President! But it’s not like everyone doesn’t know we have the best spy network and espionage on the planet. After all, the NSA is always listening, right Adam?”

“You think yourself so amusing, Christina. When did you get so bold? Do you really think he’ll protect you?” Adam narrowed his eyes, clearly furious.

“Yes, I do.” Christina surprised me. “I’m a genius, Adam! But you don’t need to be to know how he reacts. All you have to do is watch. I frustrate him, he dislikes me, but… because I’m willing to change, he’ll watch over me.”

“Only because you’re a woman.” Adam grumbled, and I shrugged uncomfortably.

It’s fair that I’m called a hypocrite, the tears and pleading of women do move me more than men, but… It’s not like I didn’t spare Grulgor, is it? And the Cultivators we captured during the second Kyoto incident were men. They’re currently assisting the Ministry, after having given all their knowledge to Daiyu. But that’s not the issue. The… “…difference between you and Christina isn’t that simple.” I drew everyone’s attention with my words, and I was glad nobody else could hear us.

“Oh, do enlighten me.” Adam narrowed his eyes coldly. When we had finally met, I had thought him a harsh, pragmatic man, but now I could also feel his ruthlessness radiating from him, the mask slipping.

“…the difference is, Christina participated in your crimes with a desire to gain knowledge and use that knowledge to help make the world better. Yes, she’s amoral and cold, but… you, you are motivated by fear, and your aim is control, domination. You’re not the same.”

“Nonsense!” Adam was angry, but he kept his composure, even if his tone was even frostier. “I am simply a realist! Christina is useful yes, but she’s also dangerous. Too often scientists ask if they can, rather than if they should. Our efforts are necessary, not just for America, but for humanity in general!” His words were impassioned, but I disagreed.

“No, you’re just frightened of change.” I shook my head. “Don’t get me wrong, there is cause for concern. It would be possible to devastate countries, perhaps even make humanity extinct, with the right abilities. Conversely, it’s also possible to stop such disasters. Let’s be honest…” I turned to the President, who was smirking at Adam’s discomfort, and I got the idea they didn’t like each other. “…you have access to the big red button, don’t you? With just an order, you could start a war that would send humanity back to the dark ages. I don’t know how true it is, but I heard that nuclear weapons detonated at high altitude would cause catastrophic damage to the world’s electronic infrastructure?”

“That’s right!” Christina agreed cheerfully. “You get a wave of Compton scattering, the high energy electrons will fry everything, just like a massive solar storm. Of course, compared to the effects of nuclear winter, which would likely cause a temperature drop of seven to ten Kelvin, leading to devastating global collapse of agriculture, as well as ash particles causing widespread mechanical failures, health issues… then there’s the radiation… oh my yes. Such a bombardment probably wouldn’t drive humanity to extinction, but it would finish our march towards progress.”

“The President can’t just decide to do that. There are checks and balances, safeguards…” Adam denied that hotly. “…whereas what safeguards can restrain such as you?”

“That’s a fair point. But conversely, it’s not just us, is it? There are finally other intelligent beings, even whole civilisations, out there. Many are likely more powerful than we are.” I countered. “So acting on fear isn’t very scientific or logical…” Christina smirked at that, reaching for my arm, but I dodged, swaying aside, and she flushed, breathing becoming ragged.

“…if we cull those of us with power, what do we do when the inevitable happens? Japanese, British, American history. It’s all the same. When two civilisations meet, the weaker one fares poorly.” I finished, and Adam had to concede the point.

“Yes, humanity is beset on all sides! From within, and from without. I know Japan has the special passport scheme, and those such as Shaeula Tu Shae Dannan are recognised as true Japanese citizens, with rights equal to any human, but… that’s foolish!”

“It’s true it’s a concern.” The President agreed. “Immigration is a problem. Don’t get me wrong, I’d be more than happy for you to naturalise as an American, and that includes all your wives, the human and the not.” The President gave me an approving look, matched only by his wife’s clearly long-suffering one. “America is open to the powerful and the productive. But… it’s when our culture is under threat, eroded. These so-called spiritual beings, they don’t share our culture, our values, and even our lifespans. What will happen when their numbers grow? Will they get to vote, bring in their own political parties, laws… it’s a real problem.”

“It’s something we’ve considered.” I agreed, surprising them. “But again, you’re letting fear rule you. Perhaps Christina could do with a little more fear… but her approach is better, even if it needs leashing to a sense of humanity, of common sense… I’m not praising you…” I insisted, as she giggled wetly, and once more I was struck by how hard it was to deal with a masochist. “…look, the whole point of my alliance with the nobility of Japan is to prevent cultural erosion. Cultural shifts are fine, fresh new ideas, perspectives, traditions… but we need to keep the best of ours too. Fortunately… it’s possible. At least I will strive to make it so. After all… one advantage is that it seems we can bear offspring with each other. Biologically speaking, doesn’t that make us far more similar than we are different?”

“You know this personally, do you?” the President laughed. “That’s quite amusing. I like a man who isn’t afraid to do what others wouldn’t dare to!”

“My point…” I ignored that. “…is that your path, Adam, it’s regressive, and foolish. Never mind it being inhumane and criminal.” I glanced at the Chosen around us, our words still hidden from them. “So it has to end, and amends have to be made. And the wastage of precious Favours has to stop. Christina here… she gets that. You… I’m not so sure.”

“You’re a fool.” Adam shook his head. “You’re weighing possible future catastrophe with the near certainty of annihilation now. A single act of insanity and we lose everything. Don’t mistake me…” he glowered at Christina briefly, before looking back at me. “…it’s as I said earlier, there’s no appetite for further conflict between us. Even with the great deal you are keeping from us.” He tapped his phone that showed the footage from Japan once more. “And I support efforts to deal with this so-called Church of True Revelation, they are too unpredictable. But I cannot stand aside and let America, humanity, perish under the dreadful powers of a few reckless fools, or be marginalised and persecuted on our own planet by those who aren’t human!”

“Short sighted, Adam. So short sighted.” Christina shook her head. “We’re a country built on immigrants seeking a better life. Sentiment perhaps has changed…” Christina glanced at the President, knowing his views. “…but I have no objection to expanding our horizons. Besides, from what I understand, when the Boundary starts to collapse, or Territories grow stronger… there will be overlap between the Material and the other, Astral world. I don’t know if Earth will expand, or space will warp, allowing more land to exist in the same volume… I have theories, but…” As she was about to launch into her new idea, I gave her a withering look, and she blushed. I guess she’s been speaking to the others, gathering information. She’s certainly proactive.

“…well, never mind that. All I’m saying, Adam, is… you are only seeing the risks, not the possible rewards.”

“I get why you want to retain the status quo.” I nodded at Christina’s words. “America’s number one, after all. But the path you are travelling won’t help you. So now… do the right thing. I insist. I’m being extremely generous not asking for those behind your Project Star Mirror to be tried for their crimes. And make no mistake. They are crimes.”

“I feel I should point out I wasn’t appraised of any of this. Adam, your reports were trash. You’re fortunate you have backing.” The President sneered. “But any more mistakes and you’re not just gone, but you’ll find out why crossing me is a mistake.”

“If I’m on the stand, Christina Bakker will be there right beside me.” Adam warned, and my returned smile was frosty.

“I know that. Honestly, it would be a lot easier if I could just toss her aside, but…” It’s true. I’m a hypocrite, but… I’d rather by a hypocrite that strives to offer redemption for those that wish to try. Hyacinth, Tamamo-no-Mae, Christina… others too… but the first step to any redemption is undoing as much harm they caused as possible. “…I don’t go back on my word. Remember that. And remember what I promised.”

Under my glare, Adam nodded. “I remember. But this is rather unfair. Scryer did try and help under my instructions…”

“This is a complicated political issue…” Mr Hunter, who had remained silent during our confrontation, spoke up. “It makes me a little uncomfortable to hear it, though, since Britain’s Gods’ Chosen have already been returned safely… there’s no benefit in causing our ally, America, who stands with us against the terrorist threats such as the Church, needless international condemnation. I’m sure that Mr Oshiro here is willing to extend the same aid to the other… guests…” his lips curled unpleasantly at that euphemism. “…of America, in terms of healing and mental health care, that he offered our citizens. Of course, such shouldn’t be granted for free.”

That’s right. Hinata pressed for our advantage, knowing that not only could we achieve our goal of getting the remaining captives freed, and the worst excesses of Project Star Mirror shut down, but we could also get paid for it. It’ll take up a lot of Haru-san’s already precious time, so we need remuneration. Not necessarily financial, but…

“It’s a mess, but it’s a mess of your making, Adam! You and the others.” The President declared, looking through the wall of invisible wind at Gina and Christopher. “So clean this all up! I don’t need any trouble when my re-election campaign will be moving into full swing soon. As for the cost… we can meet it.” He paused. “Going to ask for anything else?”

I shook my head. There’s no point pushing. Hinata agrees. He can supposedly be extremely vindictive so… we’ll take what we need and call it a win. “Not for Chirurgery, although obviously this can’t be construed as any support for you over your political rivals. As you said, it’s merely a private transaction. I’ll throw it in for your wife as well. But…” I warned them not en enter the Boundary, as I certainly wouldn’t be held liable for injury of death caused by being foolish.

“A pleasure doing business with you. I’m confident we can manage your humble requests.” He seemed pleased. “As for another matter…” He fixed me with a firm stare. “…we talked earlier of your business ventures, we are of course aware of the construction going on around several sites on the outskirts of Tokyo. And we’ve heard rumours… care to tell me precisely what you’ll be making?”

It’s a good opportunity. Obviously we threaten the vested interests of a number of countries who hold the energy monopoly over the rest of the world. The United States especially, as the fact that oil is valued in dollars helps prop their currency up as the world’s reserve. Perhaps in simpler times, you’d mysteriously disappear, and your technology would vanish or be used by the US military, but… if they try that now, it won’t go well for them. Hinata was excited, and so I disclosed our plans.

“Battery and generation technology. Far in excess of what current scientific standards can manage. A minimum of ten times the capacity, with significantly less waste heat. In terms of generation, micro-style power plants, each with generation of several hundred kilowatts to a megawatt per hour.  They produce electricity directly, rather than replying on turbines and the like, so maintenance and lifespan should be excellent.”

At my proud boasts, Adam narrowed his eyes, clearly calculating how that could change the balance of power. The President was equally impressed, though his smile was a little worrying.

“I’d find that hard to believe, if it sounds too good to be true, it usually is. Although… I’ve no reason to doubt. We’re doing our own research, of course. Wholesome research.” He glanced at Adam, smirking at his discomfort. “It’s simply a miracle how many reports cross my desk now, whereas before I never heard about any of this. That’s the downside of having subordinates who think themselves competent.” He shrugged. “You’re a leader too. Obviously, you can’t compare to carrying the weight of the United States of America on your shoulders, and being the protecter of the free world, but… I see a lot of myself when I was young in you.”

“Thanks…” I managed dryly, while Eri and Hinata were laughing heartily in my head as I relayed that comment. Chiaki-chan, Chiasa-chan, you are good girls, not making fun of me!

“I see, I see. No wonder old Kenji Fukumoto is so eager to marry you off to his daughter. If his electronics could have such batteries… hmm… computing, transportation… even military applications. The HELIOS system…” As the President muttered to himself, ticking things of on his fingers, I waited, until he snapped back to reality, smiling at me invitingly. “The potential is there for a trillion-dollar company, certainly. And you control most of the shares?”

“All of them, technically. The deal with Ichijou Heavy Industries is for other products.”

“I see. I see.” he seemed enthusiastic. “But… to produce enough products to make your business the best it can be… can Japan handle it? And the supply chain…”

“Obviously we need to scale up.” I agreed. “Though once we get the production lines working we anticipate scaling them up rapidly. As for resources… we have plans for our supply chain already.”

“Of course, you have to watch out for forgeries and theft.” he pointed out. “China in particular is notorious for not respecting intellectual properties.”

“I’m not foolish enough to claim that we’re the only ones capable of merging Material and Astral technology, but… I’m confident nobody will be copying our products for quite some time.” We have too many advantages invested, like Ixitt’s genius, Nie Ling and Ginneka’s Favours, and more… by the time others start making similar advances, our products should have already captured a significant market share. Though the President is right, meeting demand worldwide is going to be impossible over the shorter term, which is why in general it’ll be supplied to Japan and Britain first, then, assuming our potential ties with South Korea aren’t scuppered by their internal division, Yu-mi can start expanding our business there.

“I like your confidence.” the President declared. “I think we need to talk more about this…”

At Hinata’s urgings, I nodded, trying to navigate the negotiations, while Adelheid relaxed. Seeing that, I held in the urge to sigh. At least someone’s having fun…