"Do you dare to step forward?"
The monk's voice was as thin as a gossamer. His vocal organs were roasted by the flames, emitting the fragrance of cooked meat.
"Pa!"
The half-burnt stick couldn't bear the burden and snapped in the middle.
Moribe Takeo's eyelids twitched violently. The wall of fire was also affected by its master and jumped violently.
"Do I sit in the sky … as a high and mighty God, or do I return to being a mortal?"
The monk's robe was burned to ashes, and the monk's body was covered with mosaic of burnt flesh.
"…" The veins on Moribe Takeo's forehead twitched slightly. His mouth was dry. His body, which was not afraid of fire, seemed to be unable to sit still because of the heat.
"Sasha."
Moribe Takeo wore a headset to communicate with the headquarters personnel who were paying attention to the situation. However, there were a few times when the headset was about to start and stop. No one knew what the higher-ups on the other side were thinking.
Tokyo.
"Hiss …"
The conference room was filled with the sound of gasps.
The helicopter shook the live broadcast screen. The radio equipment on Moribe Takeo transmitted the sound in time.
Looking down at the monk coming out of the wall of fire, everyone felt their muscles curl up.
But what made them more uneasy was the 'secret' from the monk's mouth. It was terrifyingly detailed.
"This monk really knows everything!
There's a mole in the base. "
"Can he still survive after being burned like this?
He … he's not a transcendent. He's just an ordinary monk. We've all been fooled. "
"This must be the work of the same person as the chaos in the Yokosuka base. And … we wasted Moribe Takeo for nothing. Is the mastermind behind this a Tianji horse race?"
"Will Moribe Takeo be okay?
If he loses control, he can be eliminated, but we'll have to cut off one of our arms. "
"No problem. If there's a problem, we won't agree to send him.
Don't worry. Moribe Takeo's mental model has already listed all kinds of situations. He … is very stable. "
"Very stable?"
"Yes. We won't be disturbed by such trivial matters.
We must believe in the judgment of science. Moribe Takeo is our partner. "
The gods in the conference room looked at the screen, overlooking everything that was happening in the mortal world.
Osaka Prefecture.
The Island nation of Toya had not succeeded in entering Europe for 200 years. Instead, it combined some messy customs with the local 'aristocratic' habits and gave rise to a bunch of strange things.
For example, tea parties for the ladies of the upper class.
The community was distributed according to social class and income. Coupled with the custom of housewives not working at home, there would be small gatherings between the wives in the high-end communities. The annual membership fee alone was more than the annual income of the average family.
Hirano Eiko's identity changed very quickly. She was obviously living a hopeless high school student's life in Tokyo, but now she had become the 'fiancée' of Minister Takeo.
Of course, it was just a 'fiancée' that everyone had heard about, the kind that had never had a wedding.
"Speaking of which, I really envy Ying Zi. She's so young and beautiful. Department Head Takeo is also young and promising. It's a match made in heaven.
Just hearing the story of when you two met makes this old woman's heart thump. "
"Someone with real power in the Osaka Prefecture, superhero, extraordinary leader. Any one of his titles is enviable."
"It's an honor to be able to live in our area."
The Osaka upper-class madams were very skilled in bootlicking. They didn't have the rudeness of the Osaka aunties.
"No, no, he's just an idiot who doesn't know anything in life. He's very wooden."
Hirano Eiko's behavior was still unfamiliar and immature, but it wouldn't be long before she became as noble as the madams.
"Ah, then isn't it easy to control him? It's such a blessing to have such a capable and obedient man like Minister Takeo. That man of mine, tsk tsk."
For the madams, it was nothing new for a powerful husband to find a few lovers outside. At most, they would feel a little stifled when they thought about it.
Hirano Eiko was enjoying her current life, or it could be said that this was the life she had always dreamed of.
She didn't need to break her head to enter a university or find a job. Through Moribe Takeo, she could directly enter the upper class. The entire Island nation had a population of more than 100 million. She was already standing at the height of the clouds overlooking all living things.
Sitting at home, money kept flowing in. This money didn't even need to be invested to reproduce itself. Whether it was buying jewelry or real estate, the total amount of money didn't decrease. It turned out to be such a boring number game.
Hirano Eiko had a new worry. She didn't know how to spend money efficiently other than hiring people to waste it.
It turned out that rich people really had problems that money couldn't solve!
In the high-class kindergarten in the community, Takeo Makoto also enjoyed the treatment of a celebrity. Be it the teachers or other second-generation children, they all revolved around Takeo Makoto Makoto.
No matter what kind of person they would become when they grew up, at least in their hearts, who wouldn't worship a hero who eliminated the bad guys?
Being a born criminal was, after all, a hypothesis that went against medical ethics.
On the kindergarten's small platform, the children's outstanding drawings were chosen. Naturally, Takeo Makoto stood at the top.
"Makoto, little friend, tell everyone what you're drawing."
"Yes."
Makoto Makoto's little face bloomed with an innocent smile. Her little finger traced the characters in the drawing.
"The one on the left is my older sister, the one in the middle is me, and the one on the right is my father."
One couldn't expect the kindergarten children to have high drawing skills, but from this freehand drawing, the kindergarten teachers were able to decipher a lot of deep meaning. As expected of Moribe Takeo's daughter, she displayed outstanding talent from a young age.
"Clap, clap, clap."
Those who should applaud, those who should applaud.
"How can you draw Takeo Makoto so ugly?"
There were children in the audience who couldn't bear to see Takeo Makoto's drawing. "You drew Takeo Makoto into an ugly monster."
"But this is what Daddy looks like."
"No!"
The little boy waved his hand, and his eyes were filled with little stars. "Minister Takeo Makoto is a great hero, super, super, super, super!
Take a look at what you've drawn. "
Takeo Makoto's little face puffed up. "You've never seen my father. This is what my father looks like."
"Nonsense, I've seen it on TV. He can defeat bad guys with a wave of his hand."
The two children argued about who in their eyes was the real Moribe Takeo. The kindergarten teacher, who was watching from the side, smiled and pulled them apart.
Miura Peninsula, south of Toko City.
The Wall of Fire was still burning, full of vitality under the sun that had already broken through the dawn.
"Moribe Takeo." The monk fell to the ground. "Is this your answer …?"
From beginning to end, he didn't show the miracle that the government speculated.
"No one …" Moribe Takeo's lips trembled as he reached out and waved away the flame on the monk's body.
The flame came and went at will. He was like the mythical 'Kagura Earth' god who controlled fire. He burned his biological mother to death when he was born.
"We can go through here."