Chapter 388: You Might Need a Bit of Martial Force Support

"Enju, uh..."

When Satomi Rentaro rushed back home on his bicycle in a panic to search for traces of the girl.

What he saw was the girl looking completely unconcerned, sitting right next to the Saiyan boy.

The two were holding hands, sitting in front of the television, watching a rerun of the Tenchu Shoujo program from last night together.

"Rentaro~"

Seeing the boy rush in, Aihara Enju hurriedly greeted him.

"Enju, are you okay?"

Satomi Rentaro asked the girl with some nervousness.

"I'm fine, sorry to worry you, want to watch TV with us?"

The girl shook her head and asked.

"Good that you're unharmed."

The boy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Broly, how come you're back too?"

He looked at the boy beside him, yet asked this.

"I came to comfort her."

Broly spoke the truth plainly; he had always been frank.

"And to be my true friend!"

Aihara Enju added from the side.

"I declare, from now on Broly is my best friend!"

The girl raised the limb that had still been linked with the boy when the youth rushed in, and had still not separated, and solemnly announced this.

Satomi Rentaro looked at the girl and boy still holding hands, feeling it was a bit subtle, but the girl still had spirit, and that was a good thing.

"Right, Broly, you didn't bring any equipment back?"

Not suitable to entangle too much on this issue, Satomi Rentaro quickly shifted the topic and asked the boy.

"No."

Broly shook his head.

"Couldn't find equipment suitable for yourself?"

The youth asked.

"Found it, but was refused, didn't you see that before too?"

Broly answered somewhat sullenly.

"Is Wei Zhi that stingy, not willing to give him even a single piece of equipment?"

Aihara Enju felt it shouldn't be like that.

"The equipment he chose was Sima Wei Zhi herself, how do you expect her to equip herself onto him?"

When saying this, Satomi Rentaro actually thought of the equipping method, but quickly shook his head and tossed aside the image of an old cow gnawing tender grass, a big cart riding a small horse — that was too improper.

"Choosing equipment, how did you end up choosing a person?"

Aihara Enju looked at this true friend curiously and asked directly.

"The only equipment I want is the other party herself; as for other equipment, weapons are not as powerful as my own fists and feet, and protective gear mostly isn't as defensively strong as my Bay Beast Suit."

Broly pointed at the green beast suit hanging in the room and said.

"For real?"

Aihara Enju didn't quite believe it.

"If you don't believe it, you can try."

"Then I'll really try?"

Broly nodded, and Aihara Enju let go.

She ran to the front of the green beast suit, took the Bay Beast Suit and started trying to tear it.

The result was that even exerting all her strength, she couldn't make the Bay Beast Suit change in the slightest.

"Rentaro, Broly's clothes, the resilience is so strong."

Hearing this, Satomi Rentaro also grew somewhat curious and walked over.

【46】 "Can I use a knife to cut it?"

"Can I cut it with a knife?"

Trying to pull it and discovering it truly didn't budge an inch, he asked the boy.

"Up to you."

Broly didn't care; although it was clothing woven from already shed Bay Beast hair, it also wasn't something the weak people of this world could easily destroy.

And the fact was indeed so; Satomi Rentaro took a small knife and chopped, slashed, and stabbed, but did not cause any damage to the green Bay Beast Suit.

Clearly the clothes felt soft to the touch, but when actually chopping down with force, it was like chopping on a net that couldn't be cut through no matter what.

"What material are your clothes made of?"

The somewhat breathless youth asked directly.

"Bay Beast hair."

Broly answered.

"What is a Bay Beast?"

"A specialty giant Kaiju on Wanpa Star, and among them a few are my good friends."

Broly explained.

"Good friends?!"

Aihara Enju was very interested in this topic, so she inquired about it with the Saiyan boy, and when she learned that Broly's monster friend was as tall as a small mountain, her eyes shone bright.

Satomi Rentaro looked at the green beast suit, then looked over at Broly describing the Bay Beast's appearance to Aihara Enju in a lifelike manner, feeling that the boy's otherworldly alien identity seemed even more confirmed.

"Right, Broly, in the evening I'll take you to the Doctor for a physical exam."

"What's a physical exam?"

Broly asked curiously.

"It means a body check-up, to see if you're healthy, if you have any illnesses."

"My body is super healthy!"

"Check it anyway. Hmm, Enju has to go too."

Leaving the girl alone at home, Satomi Rentaro was a bit uneasy.

"Doctor Muroto Sumire is a somewhat gloomy person; she always stays in the underground Research Institute without seeing the sun, likes researching Corpses, dissecting Gastrea, things like that; I've even seen her eat Gastrea meat.

But she's a Good Person; she regularly checks My Wife's body, and gives Rentaro some Suppressants, letting Rentaro inject them into My Wife's body at regular intervals."

Aihara Enju introduced her.

"Are you sick?"

"It's not that I'm sick, but I have the Gastrea Virus; if the Gastrea Virus Erosion Rate inside my body exceeds fifty percent, I'll turn into a Monster."

"Won't happen; as long as you get regular check-ups, inject the Gastrulation Virus Suppressant on time, Enju you absolutely won't turn into a Monster."

By this time, the rerun of Tenchu Shoujo on TV had ended, and the next program was the Tokyo District Morning News.

And the news headline was: the Holy Son of Heaven, at this year's Diet, proposed a special bill...

With the host's introduction, a beautiful girl in a white-haired top hat appeared on TV.

The other party first praised the activity of civilian Civil Security companies, saying they provided active positive influence for the Tokyo Area's Safety.

Then she brought up the proportion of Cursed Children appearing among the population increase over the past Ten Years, combined with the Civil Security's activity, the role some Initiator girls play for the Tokyo District's Safety.

Further proposing, upon her own enthronement, a Protection Bill for Cursed Children...

"The Gastrea New Law is a bill granting Cursed Children the Human Rights they deserve; this will certainly become the cornerstone of the post-Great War New Era.

Taking this bill as an opportunity, opposition between Humans will disappear, steadily advancing toward a society where everyone can coexist peacefully.

This is precisely the Mission of me, who received the Holy Son of Heaven position from the previous generation..."

Satomi Rentaro saw the boy suddenly drawn to the news program on TV, thought he was attracted by the news topic above, so he said a sentence.

"Although the world is filled with Discrimination against Cursed Children, it is changing for the better; the appearance of the Gastrea New Law is proof of that."

"Uh, I just want to know, where is this person?"

Broly pointed at the White-haired Holy Emperor on TV and said.

"I want to invite her to be My Wife."

Satomi Rentaro: "..."

【Why don't you just ascend to heaven?】

"This person is the new Holy Son of Heaven, the head of state of this country; I think she won't accept your invitation to become your Wife."

"If you don't ask about this kind of thing, how can you know?"

Though he said that, having been rejected Many Times in a row, the Saiyan boy also lacked some Bottom.

"The Identity gap is too big; even meeting is hard."

"Hard?"

"Not that there's No Way; there's a thing called a hotline.

To show approachability, the Holy Son of Heaven has a dedicated hotline phone.

Citizens can call the phone to propose their opinions to the Holy Son of Heaven.

Of course, this needs to go through some Team's review.

And only approved calls will be connected to the Holy Son of Heaven's side.

This is the only Reliable way for ordinary citizens to communicate with the head of state."

Satomi Rentaro took out his cell phone.

"Need me to call the hotline for you?"

He asked.

Although the boy's idea was a bit Absurd, the other party had Comforted Enju after all, so Satomi Rentaro felt he should do something for him too.

Of course, the youth didn't believe the boy could really succeed; even whether this call could get through was an unknown.

"Mm."

Broly nodded; since this is a Reliable way to communicate with the Capture target on TV, he'd use this then.

It was raining outside; the matter of Enju's Cursed Child Identity being Exposed had happened, and Satomi Rentaro also had no mind to go back to School for class.

First he called Sima Wei Zhi to have her help request leave for him, then the youth began dialing the Tokyo Area Holy Son of Heaven hotline.

However, there seemed to be quite a lot of people calling this hotline; the phone end kept showing a busy signal.

"Ah, as soon as the Gastrea New Law news aired, all the calls coming in are terrible ones!"

The Holy Son of Heaven dedicated line operator rubbed her head; after the Morning News aired, early in the morning all the calls received were Scolding the Holy Son of Heaven.

"This is normal; in this Plundered Generations, many people vent their Resentment against Gastrea onto those Cursed Children.

Only people who haven't had their precious things Plundered away can view those children normally, but how many such people are there?

In today's society filled with a Wind Qi of loathing Cursed Children, among people who can view Cursed Children normally without relevant interests, how many would speak up for children Unrelated to themselves?

Even if they have relevant interests, like parents who gave birth to some Cursed Children, under the cold-eyed pressure of Countless People around them in life, they would still do the thing of abandoning their own children.

This is the general social trend; the Holy Son of Heaven Adult wants to change this, being Scolded by citizens calling in is normal."

"Alright, stop complaining. This is the job we do. Keep answering the phones and listening to the trash talk."

The colleague beside him persuaded him with a sentence, then continued answering the hotline calls from citizens.

He said very perfunctorily that he would convey their opinions to the Holy Son of Heaven, then hung up the phone.

Then, he continued on to answer the next call.

"Senior, you really are something. But do we really have to convey the abusive content from these callers up to the Holy Son of Heaven?"

The young person was somewhat confused.

"Of course we won't convey the content verbatim. It will definitely be summarized and polished before being reported up."

"As for the fact that all the calls oppose the Holy Son of Heaven's proposed new law, that's not something us small fry can concern ourselves with."

When it comes down to it, they're just hotline reviewers eating government rice; they won't let excessively negative, vulgar calls slap the Holy Son of Heaven right in the face.

"Hey, Senior, I've received a different kind of call here."

After dialing the hotline continuously for two hours and finally getting through, Satomi Rentaro expressed his high approval of the Gastrea New Law over the phone, then was told to hold by the operator on the other end.

After a while, the person on the other end of the phone told him he was very lucky — his call would be answered by the Holy Son of Heaven personally.

Upon learning this, the boy's expression was somewhat subtle; he really hadn't expected the call to not only get through, but to get the Holy Son of Heaven's personal answer.

At the Tokyo Office of Directors, the White-haired Holy Emperor was somewhat heart-tired. She knew pushing the Gastrea New Law would face great resistance, but hadn't expected it to be this great.

First the Seven Star Relic was lost, then a terrorist like Hiruko Kagetane appeared, and then after the news of the new law's promotion aired, opposition voices emerged from all walks of life.

Fortunately, not everyone opposes the Gastrea New Law's promotion. Some Civil Security agencies in the private sector are also willing to speak up for the Cursed Children, and the International Originator Supervisory Agency IISO Tokyo Branch also has some people willing to let the supervised Cursed Children obtain a portion of the rights belonging to normal people.

And among the populace, although there are still many people who can't understand the Gastrea New Law, calling the hotline to say some unpleasant, excessive things to her, this Holy Son of Heaven, there are still clear-headed people who know continuing like this won't work, and are willing to support the Gastrea New Law.

Even though people like this might not even number one in a hundred, as long as the Gastrea New Law can be pushed through, the number of people in society who understand will definitely grow more and more.

Sitting on the office chair, the Young Holy Emperor took a deep breath, and after making preparations, began answering the hotline calls from the populace.

"Mr. Satomi, thank you for your call. I am the Holy Son of Heaven..."

Of course, saying she's answering hotline calls from the populace, but not just any ordinary citizen's hotline call can be reported up to her.

Actually, the frontline operator only reported it up after seeing the incoming phone number bore the Tenkō Agency identifier.

The Tenkō Assistant Official by her side has always had reservations about the Gastrea New Law; the Holy Son of Heaven also thought it was the rumored Assistant Official's granddaughter, who doesn't get along with her family, contacting her through this method, so she specifically took the call.

How to put it, this is actually a rather wonderful misunderstanding.

"Holy Son of Heaven, I very much agree with the Gastrea New Law you proposed..."

Satomi Rentaro first expressed his agreement with the Young Holy Emperor's political views.

"Thank you. I wonder if Mr. Satomi called to offer any insights on the Gastrea New Law?"

The Holy Son of Heaven politely thanked him, then inquired.

"Insights is too grand. Mainly, there's a child on my end who quite admires you, Holy Son of Heaven."

Satomi Rentaro looked at Broly beside him who was looking at him, and said to the Holy Son of Heaven on the phone.

【A child? Admires me?】

The Young Holy Emperor was first stunned, but quickly understood.

The subtext of these words should be saying that some Cursed Children in the Outer District have already learned of the Gastrea New Law's existence, and explicitly express support for her.

As for how those Cursed Children knew, that was definitely the action of the Civil Security from Tenkō Agency on the other end of the phone.

The other party is using actual action to express their stance — they're on this Holy Son of Heaven's side.

"Uh, this child who admires you has something to say to you, Holy Son of Heaven, and I hope you'll listen."

"Okay."

The Holy Son of Heaven agreed without hesitation. Although she is young, she is also a politician; most of her calculations are political, but if she can obtain some sincere encouragement from Cursed Children, it can still make her feel some relief.

"Be more polite. Address her as Holy Son of Heaven."

Satomi Rentaro pressed the handset, reminding the boy beside him not to be rude on the phone.

Broly nodded, took the phone and said: "Hello, Holy Son of Heaven. I saw the news of you advocating the Gastrea New Law on TV."

【How does it sound like a boy's voice?】

The Holy Son of Heaven was somewhat doubtful, but still replied: "This is what I should do."

"Heard there's quite a lot of resistance?"

The kid on the other end asked again.

"Yes, but no matter how difficult, I will make the Gastrea New Law be implemented."

The Holy Son of Heaven gave a guarantee to a child.

"Do you need help?"

"Of course, I need many people's help."

"I can help you."

"Huh?!"

The Holy Son of Heaven was somewhat surprised; this conversation didn't seem like one with an ordinary child.

【Could it be someone used a voice changer, and is conveying information to me through the Tenkō Agency Civil Security number?】

"May I ask who you are?"

The Holy Son of Heaven probed.

"I am a Saiyan."

【What kind of person is a Saiyan?】

The Holy Son of Heaven was somewhat doubtful, but didn't show it.

"I wonder what kind of help you can provide me?"

She asked.

"I excel at using force; you might need a bit of force's support."

【Military personnel?!】

The Holy Son of Heaven thought of how the Tenkō Agency behind the scenes was also involved with Sima Heavy Industry, and couldn't help but form some guesses.

But on the surface she remained unperturbed, asking: "I wonder what I would need to pay to gain your support?"

"No need to pay anything; you just need to agree to become my wife."

As the words fell, some commotion sounds came from the other side; the Holy Son of Heaven vaguely heard the words 【Don't speak recklessly】, and it seemed a disagreement had arisen on the other end.

As a political figure, she would of course not listen to the words just now in a shallow way; the "wife" the other party spoke of should mean combine.

And husband leads, wife follows; this meaning is that if cooperation is achieved, this Holy Son of Heaven of hers would have to listen to the other party, with the other party as the lead.

"I'm embarrassed; regarding the condition you proposed, I cannot accept; please forgive my refusal."

"Won't you consider a bit?"

"I'll remember this number; if there truly is a need, at that time I'll call again."

The Holy Son of Heaven left these words, then hung up the phone.

"It's over; look at what you said."

Satomi Rentaro had a headache, only hoping the Holy Son of Heaven on the other side would treat the boy's words as a joke.

The youth did not know that the Holy Son of Heaven of the Office of Directors regarded this phone call as a military faction borrowing the Tenkō Agency's name to call.

After hanging up the phone, she felt worldly affairs were difficult; not only was the Advisor side staring at her like a tiger, but even within the Army there were unknown factions wanting to hollow her out.

"Ah~"

Putting down the phone, Broly sighed.

Rejected again, but he seemed to have gotten used to it.

(Chapter End)