"Let's congratulate Fujiwara Toru, who has once again won his match!"
"Today, Fujiwara Toru participated in a total of three matches. In every match, his opponent was no match for him in a single exchange. Even Konno Daisuke, known as Chiba's Tiger, was defeated in one move."
"In the matches that followed, Konno Daisuke displayed astonishing strength. As expected, he possesses the strength of a top-eight finalist in the National Tournament. Few of his later opponents could withstand his torrential attacks."
"From this, it can be seen that it is not that Konno Daisuke is too weak, but that Fujiwara Toru is too strong!"
"As a major celebrity in Japan, we invite Fujiwara Toru to say a few words to us personally. What do you say, everyone?"
The host was like a DJ in a dance hall, doing his best to liven up the atmosphere.
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire venue once again plunged into a sea of excitement. Girls screamed, and everyone shouted together:
"Fujiwara-sama!"
"Fujiwara-sama!"
"Fujiwara-sama!"
"..."
The entire venue went completely wild. Only Konno Daisuke looked depressed.
Can I complain about this host? It's fine if you want to say Fujiwara Toru is strong, but can you stop mentioning me all the time?
I'm a celebrity in Chiba Prefecture after all, the top master in the Chiba karate scene. If you say it like that, where am I supposed to put my face?
In literature there is no first, in martial arts there is no second. Konno Daisuke muttered inwardly, but he was only complaining about the host.
As for Toru, he was truly convinced.
Only those who had truly faced Toru in a match could understand his strength and his invincibility.
If it had been him facing those vicious criminals in the library back then, what would the outcome have been?
Konno Daisuke thought about it, and the result would likely have been that he could defeat a few criminals at most before being dismembered by the group.
It was true that he was a karate master, capable of fighting dozens of unarmed ordinary people without pressure.
But facing criminals who were also masters and possessed weapons, he did not think he could defeat them, and he did not even have the courage to stand against them.
Life-and-death struggles and matches in the arena were, after all, two different things.
And Toru not only dared to face the criminals head-on and fight and defeat those murderers, but Konno Daisuke felt that he himself did not even possess that courage.
He was truly convinced by Toru!
Amid the cheers of the audience, Toru, who had changed into his casual clothes, walked toward the center of the stage.
He took the microphone, waved to the crowd, and was met with even crazier shouts.
Those who knew understood this was the preliminary round of the National Tournament, while those who did not might think some major celebrity was holding a concert here.
Toru was naturally someone meant to stand at the center of the stage. Facing the cheers of tens of thousands of people, he was not nervous at all. He took the microphone and spoke confidently:
"Thank you all for coming to support me, and thank you for supporting the other competitors as well."
"I know that many people in the audience came from far away. They might be from Hokkaido, or they might be from Osaka. The reason they came to Chiba was just to watch my match."
"For that, I am grateful, but I must also say that I am not a public figure, just an ordinary person."
"I understand that I have done some things that are well known in Japan, but what I want to say is that what I did was just what a normal person should do."
"Who would want to see innocent people die without lending a helping hand? That is simply what a person with kindness in their heart should do, and it is not worth mentioning."
"I just did a trivial little thing."
As soon as he finished speaking, the venue erupted again.
"Fujiwara-sama is too humble."
"Yeah, being too humble isn't good either. How is that a trivial little thing? That's not something an ordinary person can do. If I had been there at the time, I probably would've been scared so badly I pissed myself. Forget resisting and saving people, just not kneeling down and kowtowing would already count as brave."
"Fujiwara-sama is too handsome!! He's so amazing, yet so polite and humble. Compared to Fujiwara-sama, the other men in Japan are simply a bunch of trash!"
"Hehe, they are all trash, all small fries. How can those men without any guts compare to Fujiwara-sama?"
The scene was as chaotic as a marketplace, but no one said Toru was all talk. Instead, everyone believed that he truly possessed such extraordinary qualities.
Toru was not a keyboard warrior, nor was he someone who only talked big. He had truly done those things, and even the biggest hater had nothing to say about it.
After the atmosphere in the venue calmed down a little, Toru said again, "So, I also hope that everyone will not pay too much attention to my private life, so that I can have some privacy."
"Of course, if everyone wants me to become a public figure, then there is also an opportunity now."
"In the election two months from now, I will be participating and preparing to run for the position of District Mayor of Tokyo's Koto Ward. If there are any residents of Koto Ward in the audience, please cast your vote for me then!"
"If one day I become the Prime Minister of Japan, then everyone will be able to see me often on TV and the inter."
Toru's words made many people laugh.
"Why does Fujiwara-sama want to be Prime Minister so much? What's so good about being Prime Minister? They change several times a year."
"I saw Fujiwara-sama's entrance speech at Tokyo University, and he said he wanted to be Prime Minister."
"What do you guys know? Fujiwara-sama is from the Fujiwara family, that Fujiwara family with a thousand-year history. This is the largest political family in Japan, and the goal of a political family is to become Prime Minister!"
"I don't support Fujiwara-sama becoming Prime Minister, I support Fujiwara-sama becoming the Shogun!"
"Hahaha, I think that's possible."
"..."
There were really many people just looking for fun.
Toru heard someone in the crowd suggest that he become the Shogun. He muttered to himself that he also wanted to be the Shogun, that would be more enjoyable than being Prime Minister.
However, this matter required a long-term plan and had to be taken slowly.
In a corner of the stands, two girls wearing Tsukinomori Girls' Academy uniforms sat side by side.
Soyo, like the other spectators and girls around her, held a banner in her hands and shouted excitedly.
Mutsumi was like a doll, also holding cheering sticks in both hands and swinging them rhythmically.
To Soyo, it looked just like when they had gone to karaoke together when CRYCHIC was still active.
At that time, Mutsumi had just been swinging the cheering sticks foolishly like that.
No, I don't want to think about CRYCHIC anymore, Sakiko... Sakiko is no longer important. The most important thing now is Toru!
Since the Shuchi'in Academy incident, the relationship between Soyo and Mutsumi had become increasingly close.
The two had been best friends in the past, but it had been more of a one-sided belief on Mutsumi's part.
Mutsumi had always considered Soyo her closest best friend, while Soyo had mostly been using Mutsumi, intentionally or unintentionally, for Sakiko's sake.
But since the two of them experienced that dangerous terrorist attack together, their relationship had finally stopped being a superficial sisterhood and truly become as strong as gold.
After giving up on Sakiko, Soyo discovered that the world was not just about Sakiko, but was so colorful.
She had a boy she liked and a truly good best friend.
Mutsumi, she has actually always been supporting me.
"Soyo, why are you unhappy?"
Mutsumi noticed Soyo leaning back in her chair in frustration and asked with concern.
"My home is in Shinagawa Ward, so I can't vote for Fujiwara-kun."
Mutsumi's light golden eyes shifted slightly, and she whispered, "My home is in Koto Ward. I will vote for Fujiwara-kun, and I will also ask my parents to vote for Fujiwara-kun."
"Soyo, don't be sad, I will cast your vote for you too."
Soyo said, "This is different. I also want to do something for Fujiwara-kun."
"After we go back to school, I'll ask around. There are quite a few classmates from Koto Ward in our school. If we can win them and their parents over, that would be best."
"Although this is only a trivial little thing, I still have to do something for Fujiwara-kun."
Soyo tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her tone gentle.
"Soyo is amazing."
Mutsumi said softly.
Unlike Soyo, who knew many people at Tsukinomori, she was just a nobody there, and few people paid attention to her.
On the other side, Ran grabbed Sonoko and said excitedly, "Fujiwara-kun is amazing, he is now one of my two idols!"
Amateurs watch the excitement, while experts watch the skill.
The other two opponents Toru faced could not show his true strength.
But Konno Daisuke was definitely a master, a master much stronger than Ran.
It was precisely because of this that Ran admired Toru. Such a master could not even withstand the power of his kick.
"Ran, you have other idols?"
Sonoko asked in surprise.
"It's Makoto. All of us who practice karate regard Makoto as an idol."
Sonoko said disdainfully, "That Makoto is as dark as coal, just like that guy in Osaka called Heiji. Look at how handsome Fujiwara-sama is, they are completely from two different dimensions."
"Besides, Makoto isn't even as good as Kaitou Kid!"
Ran gave a dry laugh.
She could not refute Sonoko either.
Her so-called idols were merely people she admired for their karate skills, regardless of appearance.
And among the people she had met, Toru and Makoto were the two strongest.
After giving a campaign speech, Toru left the arena and returned backstage.
He would later have an exclusive interview with Rena, and a stress-relief activity in the evening.
...
In a sprawling villa in Tokyo, an old man in his sixties watched Toru on television. He smiled at the secretary beside him and said:
"Go and contact this Fujiwara Toru and have him become a member of our Unification Church."
The secretary respectfully said, "Reverend, what if he refuses?"
"Refuses? He must agree. If he doesn't want to enter politics, then we really can do nothing about him, but as long as he wants to enter politics, he must obtain our support."
"If he doesn't cooperate with us, he will never become a District Mayor in his life, let alone a Diet member or even Prime Minister."
The old man spoke confidently.
(To be continued.)
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