Chapter 939: Chapter 12: Skillful Hands, Steely Heart (4)
“Hehe.”
Yamamoto laughed smugly and proudly. He turned on the TV to see if there was a replay of his interview. The TV displayed a late-night news broadcast, where a young man in a red shirt with short hair was speaking with reporters.
“…Mr. Jago Drususi, the Cardinal Governor of the Public Church, expressed deep humanitarian concern over the wave of technician unemploynt in this city and its surrounding areas. He stated that machines can never replace creative humans, and tomorrow’s art exhibition will be the best proof of this…”
The interview with the Cardinal Governor ended. President Yamamoto’s expression turned grim. He turned off the TV and angrily slapped the remote control onto the table.
“Those bastards at the TV station!” Yamamoto shouted in anger, “At last week’s cocktail party, they made promises to , and this is the result… What happened to the collective comrcial spirit! I play the clown on their shows and this is what I get! Thunderbolt-san! Thunderbolt-san!!”
“I’m here.”
The ceiling of the president’s office opened, and the company ninja, Thunderbolt, silently stood before the president in bright yellow ninja equipnt. “After all, we are outsiders, the influence of the Siluoke family and the Church is greater.” Thunderbolt spoke the truth he didn’t want to hear, as President Yamamoto anxiously tugged at his hair. “Those bastards, if they catch the opportunity to promote this, all the effort over such a long ti will just…”
The company ninja waited quietly, until the president regained his composure. A cunning smile appeared on President Yamamoto’s face.
“Well, that’s fine too. If the other side wants to probe, we’ll find a way to turn it into an opportunity. Inform the Church people that we’re also interested in participating in the charitable art exhibition, and send the latest model, the Skillful K9.”
“With pleasure.”
“Then, tell the people at the TV station and those self-dia bloggers, this event is the best opportunity to prove the Church’s beliefs, and the truth always erges in debates… all those cliché phrases. Also, hire so experts to argue in the newspapers, let them ride this montum to stir up the topic, the more lively, the better, right? Then co up with an eye-catching headline. ‘Machine VS Human! Battle for Artistic Discourse!’ Sothing like that, right?”
“With pleasure.” Thunderbolt nodded, “Should we build them up just to tear them down?”
“Exactly, elevate them high and then push them down harshly.” Yamamoto’s eyes steeled, “Thunderbolt-san, use your ability to interfere with them tomorrow. Make sure they fail! Then people will clearly understand who the progressives of this era are!”
“With pleasure.” Thunderbolt said, “But their experts won’t stand by idly. They have a Creator Realm Mage, and the investigator from Skytropolis arrived today.”
“Is the gap between Manifestation and Creation that big?” Yamamoto frowned.
“As big as the gap between Zero Island and Ustus.”
Thunderbolt knew that this analogy made Yamamoto completely understand. The president mused deeply at his desk, flipping through the docunts of their adversaries together.
“That young man, he only has Creation Realm level combat power when in the state of opening the Divine Communication Skill, right?” Yamamoto asked, “Then, if we force him to the point where he has to use Divine Communication… Mr. Gaius will be able to gather sufficient intelligence, right? This is even more aningful than our actual mission, isn’t it?”
“Indeed, it is.” Thunderbolt said, “A aningful defeat equates to an alternative victory. Please lend the equipnt gifted by the Rainbow Winged Lord.”
At this, Yamamoto shrank back and worriedly said, “You can use the weapons produced by the company, like iron-sand shuriken. But as for that, forget it, Thunderbolt-san. It’s too dangerous, that’s not sothing humans can use.”
“Without even this level of resolve, we’ll be crushed by the enemy in an instant.”
Thunderbolt stood silently, a stubborn battle intent flowing from his eyes, coupled with a fanaticism similar to that of President Yamamoto.
“Yamamoto-san.” He switched to a personal title, “After reaching a certain age, humans can clearly see their own limits. Like a politician who can’t rise any higher, or a white-collar worker who can’t get promoted, I am the sa. I’ve trained to the Manifestation Realm, and this is as far as I can go in my lifeti.
However, I desperately want to see the view ‘beyond the end.’ I don’t wish to stand there, just to take a glimpse… even for a fleeting mont, it would satisfy .”
“Sigh…” After hesitating for a long ti, Yamamoto made a decision, “Please be certain to stay safe.”
The two arrived at the deepest part of the Y·C Industrial Building, where a set of alloy battle armor, about two ters high, stood in the darkened space. Golden currents flickered across the equipnt, its helt shaped to look sinister, like a vicious dragon about to bite off a head.
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