Nov 15, 2019, Japan. In a remote farmhouse, far from the noise of the city, several men gather on the lawn in three distinct groups. Dressed uniformly in black suits and white shirts, they sport neatly combed hair, and glimpses of tattoos peek out from forearms where sleeves are rolled up. Inside the house, three men are seated in the center of the hall, facing each other, with a silent figure standing behind each one. All three are members of the yakuza. One man, in his early forties, exhibits a partially bald head, a pointed nose, small eyes, a long oval face, average height, and a scar running down the side of his neck. He wears a white suit paired with a blue shirt. This man is Roshi Yamichi, the leader of the Yamichi clan, Japan's largest crime syndicate. Seated to his right is Jiro Hamejime, the head of a smaller syndicate in Tokyo, dressed in a gray kimono. Jiro exudes a relaxed demeanor, with a round face, brown eyes, small ears, and glasses perched on his nose. On Roshi's left sits Suguru Royuma, the leader of an emerging yakuza group, boasting long black hair tied in a ponytail, dark brown eyes, an oval face, a sharp chin, a tall frame, and a spot between his eyebrows. A silence blankets the hall until Roshi, his patience exhausted, snorts and asks, "If you didn't want to talk, then why on earth did you invite me?" Jiro, overcome with frustration, curses and passes two five-thousand yen notes to Suguru, which prompts an infuriated reaction from Roshi. "Did you bet against me again?" Taking the notes from Jiro's hand, Suguru responds calmly, "Yes, it was a wager on who would lose their composure first." Roshi stands abruptly, his face flushing with anger. He bellows, "Are you provoking me to wage war? Have you forgotten how I've crushed my rivals?" Jiro nonchalantly wags his finger and retorts, "We're well aware, but it hasn't deterred me." Roshi fixes his gaze on Jiro and threatens, "Do you aspire to be the next public example of my dominance?" Jiro coolly replies, "I'm not worried because today marks your final day." Roshi laughs heartily and challenges, "Are you intoxicated? I am the yakuza king, the head of the largest clan. Who dares to take my life?" Jiro counters, "Many desire your demise, myself included, as well as him," gesturing toward Suguru. Roshi eyes Suguru, who gazes back icily. "So, you both have finally made up your minds." Roshi suddenly laughs, pointing at them. "You think I came unprepared? Think again. Silence yourselves and listen carefully to the symphony of death." Gunshots erupt from outside, causing Jiro to gulp and look at Suguru. Suguru remains impassive, unperturbed. After five minutes, the gunfire subsides. Roshi smirks malevolently and declares, "Now I shall unleash hell. Brace yourselves for the worst imaginable." Fear grips Jiro, who sweats profusely in terror. Suguru glances at him disdainfully. A multitude of armed men storms in, clad in advanced gear, resembling a highly trained army unit. They encircle the yakuza leaders at the center. Jiro's mind goes blank as he wonders, 'Where did they come from?' Roshi, bewildered, watches the soldiers replace his own men. Roshi, still in shock, questioned, "Who are they?" Jiro, observing Roshi's reaction, reassured him. A man clad in a long trench coat approached from the midst and positioned himself in front of Suguru, who gazed silently at the soldiers. The man in the trench coat reported, "Sir, all the targets have been eliminated." "Good. Dispose of them, Alpha," Suguru ordered, pointing at Roshi, Jiro, and the two men accompanying them earlier. Alpha drew his gun and shot Roshi in the chest, then aimed at the two men who attempted to flee, but their efforts were in vain. Jiro, trembling, pleaded, "No, please don't kill me. I haven't wronged you. I thought we were friends." Alpha snorted and just as he was about to shoot, Suguru intervened, approaching the kneeling Jiro. He taunted, "Friend? Hahaha... Don't jest. I don't even consider you human. As for the rest of the mafias, they're nothing but a burden humanity bears." Jiro, his hope for survival dwindling, sobbed, "But you're one of us too." Fixing a cold gaze on Jiro, Suguru stated, "That's the part I'm not proud of. But it was necessary, or else who would rid us of these burdens?" Jiro's eyes widened in shock. Suguru fired a shot at his head, ending his life with the gun he had taken from Alpha. Returning the gun to Alpha, Suguru instructed, "Let's return. Raid every one of their hideouts and eliminate their presence from these cities." Alpha complied, "Understood, sir." Alpha signaled the soldiers and departed with them. Once they were gone, a man who had accompanied Suguru, Hiroto Mitsuki, entered the scene. He had short black hair, black eyes, a square-shaped face, a short neck, and a flat nose. He wore a plain black and white suit as he stood beside Suguru and inquired, "How do you feel?" After a pause, Suguru responded, "I feel nothing." Hiroto remarked, "That's the aftermath of revenge." Suguru mused, "Perhaps, but I won't cease. The world he envisioned for me, I found it appealing. I'll assist, not for his sake, but for my own. Because I yearn to witness it." With that, he exited. Hiroto shook his head and followed suit. … . . . . … . November 22, 2019. US military base situated in Afghanistan. In the central area of the command center, the operations room features a substantial wall screen, workstations, and desks occupied by personnel and communication equipment. On one desk, a video is playing on the computer screen. Within a spacious cave, an individual with a deformed face stands calmly. Beside them, Wahab sits placidly, while Ul-hak prays. Inuz and Ismail, looking terrified, swiftly flee the scene. Ul-hak and the masked man engage in a brief conversation before the footage abruptly cuts off with a flash. The personnel operating the computer closes the video and switches to a live feed of the blast site. The drone's camera reveals a massive crater where the cave once stood. The rocks have been leveled, and the tunnels have collapsed. The blast radius is extensive, although it represents the mildest nuclear explosion observed. All of this is displayed on the wall screen at the front. Positioned behind the operator are Colonel Glenn Philip, Major Shawn Mendes, and Captain Garry Law. Glenn, a man in his late forties attired in military garments, is bald, possesses small eyes, a hawk-like nose, a heart-shaped face, and a tall, lean build. He gazes at the scene and inquires, "Have you confirmed their deaths?" Behind Glenn stands a man in his early forties with short blond hair, blue eyes, a pear-shaped face, and a button nose. This is Shawn, who responds, "Yes, we have verified it. According to our intelligence, with the demise of the four main leaders and their elite officers, the terrorist organizations have fragmented into smaller groups. They are presently embroiled in internal conflicts to determine new leadership. The current situation is exceedingly chaotic." Glenn, his gaze fixed on the wall screen, asks, "What about the burned-faced man? Which faction does he belong to? Who are the Keepers and the Creators?" Beside Shawn stands a man in his late thirties with short black hair, brown eyes, an oval face, and a robust build. This is Garry, who wears a pensive expression and remarks, "Regarding the man, we lack any information. His burnt face prevents us from confirming his identity. The trident symbol on his mask is unprecedented in our records. Perhaps they are a newly emerging faction. As for the Keepers and Creators, the former focuses on intelligence gathering and trade. As for the latter, their existence has eluded us until now. However, the man in the video spoke of an organization known as The Creators." Glenn, gritting his teeth, asserts, "So they are the source of the advanced weaponry." Shawn adds, a hint of displeasure in his voice, "Indeed, they are responsible for supplying advanced weapons to Middle Eastern terrorists. Their creations have claimed numerous lives among our ranks." After a moment of contemplation, Glenn states, "For now, let's focus on further weakening the terrorists' forces. It's our best opportunity. Garry, take as many soldiers and weapons as you need. Employ any tactics you deem necessary, but I want them eradicated." Garry stands at attention and declares, "Yes, sir." In a rural small town in Afghanistan, a few houses are scattered about. The population here does not exceed 1000 people. The village used to be tranquil, with residents primarily engaged in sheep herding and manual clothing production. However, today, terrorists have invaded and shattered this tranquility. The town is now in ruins, with houses ablaze, structures demolished, and bodies strewn across the ground. The women and children have been captured, while most of the men, whether they resisted or not, have been mercilessly slain. Some terrorists clad in black robes and white turbans gathered the surrendered men, who knelt in front of their leader. The leader, a man in his early thirties, possessed black short hair, brown eyes, and a chubby physique. Glancing at the despondent men kneeling before him with hands behind their heads, he remarked, taking a firearm from his men, "Be thankful that you are about to make a sacrifice for the greater cause." At a distance, numerous weeping women and children were herded by the terrorists at gunpoint, resembling sheep. Certain women and children gazed at the kneeling men, who were reluctant and sad. Some of them were their husbands, brothers, fathers, etc. The chubby man aimed his firearm at one of the kneeling men, while his men targeted the others. Right before he was to shoot, yellow beams struck all the terrorists, piercing their bodies, and then vanished without harming civilians. The terrorists fell to the ground, deceased, smoke emanating from their wounds. The people on their knees stood in relief and cautiously looked around. A few women and children hurried toward them, while others sat on the ground crying sorrowfully. All of them observed some soldiers carrying guns approaching from behind. The civilians regarded them with panic and fear. From among the soldiers, around twenty men and women with medical equipment arrived in vehicles. Halting in front of the civilians, they disembarked, assessed everyone, and administered first aid. The soldiers combed through the debris in search of survivors. Amidst the ruins of a house, a slender teenage boy knelt. Half of his face was covered in black ash, his curly brown hair and blue eyes obscured by dust. A man with an intense demeanor, dressed in a long coat and pants, approached from behind. The boy disregarded the presence behind him. It was Lee. He queried the boy, "What have you lost today?" Unexpectedly, the boy replied, "Nothing." Lee sighed. "Where are your parents? Return to them; they must be worried." The boy apathetically responded, "You're mistaken. I haven't lost anything because I have nothing to lose." Lee scratched his teeth with a toothpick and inquired, "Then why are you here?" The boy replied, "Because the friend I was trying to make yesterday is now buried here." Lee shrugged and remarked, "Too bad. So, what will you do now?" The boy pondered, "Don't know. I lack ambitions, dreams, and anything of that sort." Lee contemplated for a while before speaking. "Would you consider joining me? I can assist you in pursuing your dreams and ambitions." The boy shut his eyes in thought, reopening them shortly after. He gazed at Lee for the first time and responded, "Alright." Lee was taken aback by his straightforward replies. As he stared at the expressionless face, he whispered, "He is bound to be quite a handful." ......... Nov 24, 2019, Japan. At the world's busiest square, a broadcast on the billboard showcases the election results from Japan. A popup window emerges on the billboard, displaying the message: Conservatives dominated, yet Liberals have the last laugh. Is there a hidden influence at play? "This uncertainty raises suspicions about us engaging in underhanded dealings. Some conservative politicians were arrested for corruption charges, while others withdrew their nominations abruptly. These incidents are being linked to us, accusing our party. Claims suggest we secured victory through deceitful means." An elderly man, almost bald, with black eyes, facial spots, wrinkles, and a hunched back, explained. On the top floor of a building, within a conference room, 20 men occupy chairs around a large table. These men are liberal party politicians who emerged victorious in the election. Presently, Mr. Toshi Shutsumi, an elderly member known for corruption, discusses the public sentiment regarding their unexpected triumph. Seated in the middle is Yashida Yamanaka, the liberal party leader. He observes various emotions—shock, joy, and confusion—on his party members' faces. Yashida feels empathy for their bewilderment, understanding the true reason behind their success. Naurhito Sinzema (44), a portly man with a receding hairline, brown eyes, a round face, and a large belly, interjects. "What's the issue? We've won; that's what matters." Toshi counters, glaring at Naurhito. "It's not just about winning. What truly matters is who maintains their standing till the end. Therefore, it's crucial to uphold a positive image. Convince the majority that I am virtuous, then take no further action." Naurhito responds with a stern look. "We don't require your guidance to make decisions. We're perfectly capable." Toshi returns the annoyed gaze. "You insolent—" Yashida, observing the altercation for a while, intervenes. Interrupting Toshi, he admonishes them both. "Could you please cease this argument? This is the time for celebration and future planning. Instead, you're squabbling here. If news spreads that two of our members are feuding publicly about our victory, what impression does that give?" Toshi retorts, "I'm not quarreling; I'm emphasizing the need for maintaining a positive public perception." Abruptly, applause resonates from the entrance. All eyes turn towards the source to see a man in a blue suit entering. He tousles his brownish-black hair before joining Yashida. He asserts confidently, "Why concern yourselves with public image? You're politicians—many already view you as corrupt. Instead, present something that resonates with them." Toshi queries Yashida, as realization dawns. "Who is he?" Yashida responds, "He's the orchestrator, the one who supported us discreetly." Toshi reacts, "So you sought assistance from criminals." Yashida counters, "Criminals? No, he's our benefactor." Toshi argues, "His methods hardly differ from those of a criminal." Carl gazes at Toshi, his blue eyes silent. "Indeed, I am a criminal. And you? How do you perceive yourself?" Toshi grimaces and replies, "I am a respected politician from the Liberal Party." Carl counters, "Your goodness is tied to keeping your actions hidden. I'm not an easily deceived public member. I represent the trinity—you sought our aid, and we delivered. It's not the reverse, and you're the only one opposing this arrangement." Toshi searches for support and realizes he stands alone. "So what? You think I'll be frightened by this? You've misunderstood." Carl responds, "I have no intention of intimidating you. What's in it for me?" Toshi took a deep breath in relief. Suddenly carl took a hand gun from his waist and fired a shot. Shooting on toshi's head, all the present members of the party become shocked. Carl puts his gun back. "I only wanted to erase you." Two tall and burly men stepped in, packing the body on bag before carrying it away. After they left, Carl glanced at the other members. "There's another force from the west, interfering in the politics of this country. And from our sources, they were the external support of the conservatives. As for toshi, he changed sides long ago. The reason of your party's decreasing strength." Yashida who remained silent till now spoke at this time. "Gentlemen this is our helper, I have invited. He will help us to get what our founders wanted to do." A young man in his mid thirties suddenly stood up in shock. His eyes contracted thinking about the words yashida said. Mumbled slowly. "This party was founded for the sole purpose of stopping the western interference in this country." He has a curly black short hair, brown eyes, chubby face and body, short height with glasses on his eyes. His name is Shiku haruka. Hearing his Mumblings, yashida looked at him in appreciation. "Yes, it's exactly what you are thinking." All the members sitting on the seats looked at yashida. "Now it's enough, they have meddled a lot in Asia. Now it's time for them to go back or we will send them back." Many of them objected over this. A man in his mid thirties stood up and said seriously. Black shoulder length hair, big black eyes,average height and build, a flat chin, clean shaved and a sunken cheeks. "We don't have any reason to do this. Do you want to declare war? Did you forgot about hiroshima and Nagasaki. " Yashida, "Hey hiroto, you know me well. I don't take risks if the chances are lower than 70 percent. " Hiroto makimo (38), "What about the thirty percent? " Yashida, "If you want change, then you have to take some risks." Hiroto, "But what if we fail? " Yashida, "Another hiroshima and Nagasaki or not. The thing we want, it can't be done without a war. Even if we lose, we have to fight for what we want." Carl listened to them and interjected at this while. "Why are you so pessimistic about the situation? Just think that everything will be fine." Hiroto glanced at him snorting. "What did this have to do with you?" Carl curled his lip in sneer and said. "Everything you don't have to." Yashida roared at hiroto. "Are you insane. He is the helper who pushed us back to the top, And here you are arguing with him over a small matter." Hiroto shot back at carl. "But—" Yashida , "No buts. I don't want to hear anything against him anymore. You got it." Hiroto glanced downward and replied, "Yes, sir." Yashida then directed his gaze towards Shiku and inquired, "What's the situation in the county following our declaration of results?" Shiku reported, "The people are celebrating our victory, mostly in the areas dominated by liberals. As for the conservative majority zones, only a few supporters remain neutral." Yashida turned to Carl, who stood by the window gazing outside. Calling out to him, he asked, "Carl, what's your perspective on our current situation?" Carl suggested, "Eliciting sympathy from the public is our best bet to quell their outrage." Yashida inquired further, "Do we have any leverage to use against them?" Shiku shook his head, denying any such leverage. Carl, on the other hand, smiled and stated, "But I do." Yashida's face lit up as he asked for confirmation, "Truly?" Carl nodded and elaborated, "Yes. All you need to do is strategically manipulate the media at the right moment." Yashida asked with anticipation, "When do we initiate this?" Carl revealed, "I've already taken care of it. I've exposed evidence of bribery, money laundering, and more against them. The final act will be quite dramatic, rallying the entire country to your side." Yashida inquired about the specifics, "What will this final act entail?" Carl smirked and replied, "Rest assured, you'll experience it firsthand. It will mark the first step towards expelling foreigners." Upon hearing this, all of them grew serious. Yashida locked eyes with Carl, seeking something, but found only confidence. "If things transpire as you've described, I'm preemptively grateful." Carl waved dismissively and attributed their actions to their leader's desires. "No need for thanks. We're executing this plan at our leader's behest." Yashida then smiled and expressed his desire, "Someday, please introduce me to him. I'd like to personally convey my gratitude for all of this." Carl turned away, a contemptuous smile on his lips. "Certainly." With Carl's departure, Shiku approached Yashida and voiced his concerns, "We shouldn't trust him, sir. His motives are unclear, and this could be detrimental." Yashida smiled and acknowledged, "I'm aware, but for now, we're mutually benefiting from each other. Once we're done with them, I'll eliminate their influence from our country." Shiku smiled in agreement, "As expected of you, sir." Dec 01, 2019, Tokyo The parliament recently selected Yashida Yamanaka as the new Prime Minister. Today marks the moment when the emperor will officially pass on his responsibilities to him. The Prime Minister's Residence. "Outside the residence, a massive crowd has gathered at the entrance to welcome their soon-to-be-appointed Prime Minister, Yashida Yamanaka. The oath ceremony will, as always, take place at the Prime Minister's residence. Currently, a large crowd has gathered here in support of the liberal party and Yashida, despite rumors of their questionable victory in the elections. The people are embracing his arrival." Holding a microphone, a man is reporting on the situation. The cameraman is capturing him and the crowd behind him. At this time, a convoy of cars arrives, stopping beside the path to the residence, cleared by the police. Yashida, along with Naruhito, Shiku, Hiroto, and other members, step out of the car. Yashida takes a glance at the cheering crowd, waves his hand, and bows to them. After these gestures, he resumes his walk to the entrance of the residence, with Naruhito and the others following behind him. Suddenly, a Caucasian man rushes out from the crowd, stopping in front of Yashida and his companions. Three security personnel are chasing the man. The man speaks in a low voice that only the two of them can hear. "Mr. Carl wanted me to deliver a message to you." Yashida panics at the abrupt appearance but relaxes upon hearing his words. He signals the security to stop and, turning back with a smile, asks the man, "And what is that?" The Caucasian man smiles and replies, "The significant event he mentioned to you? It's scheduled for today." Yashida asks with excitement, "Where?" The man glances around and answers, "Right here." With a hint of anticipation, Yashida responds, "But it's too crowded for anything." The man shakes his head and says with a sinister smile, "No, it's the perfect place to witness the assassination of the newly elected prime minister." Yashida's mind goes blank, and as he snaps back to reality, he's shot twice in the chest by the man. Silence falls after the gunshots. Security personnel, Naruhito, Hiroto, Shiku, and others look in shock at Yashida, who collapses on the ground, covered in blood. Finally, the security personnel regain their senses and rush towards the shooter to apprehend him. However, the shooter raises the gun and shoots himself in the head, taking his own life. Shiku remains calm throughout, only reacting when others call for help. ...................... After two days of Yashida's assassination, the parliament decided to elect another candidate as the Prime Minister. With the support of the new head of the liberals, Naruhito, the majority voted for Shiku. The next day, Shiku completed his oath ceremony under tight security. Now, he addressed the media, announcing his policies and future path. In the conference hall of the prime minister's residence, Shiku stood on the stage beside the podium, gazing at the guests and reporters seated below. Holding the microphone, he began, "As you are aware, two days prior, Yashida Yamanaka, the newly elected P.M., our party leader, and my esteemed senior, was assassinated. The assassin subsequently took his own life. Over the past two days, our police have investigated the motive and the person behind this tragedy. The results have been deeply unsettling; all evidence and clues lead to the USA. The murderer was a former US Marine officer. When we engaged with their higher officials, they denied any involvement. Perhaps Mr. Yashida's ideals had greatly offended them, prompting this drastic action. He had aimed to establish our own army, a promise he intended to fulfill upon winning the election. Unfortunately, he passed away before formally assuming the position." "As his successor, I will not only establish a proficient army but also work towards abolishing Article 9 and terminating the security treaty. We have relied on other countries' military capabilities for far too long." A reporter inquired, "Won't the world perceive the abolition of Article 9 as an aggressive move?" Shiku responded composedly, "Indeed, they will. However, our nation's decisions need not be constrained by others' sentiments. We possess the capacity to proceed despite their objections." Another reporter raised a question, "How do you intend to handle the US military bases on our soil?" Shiku declared, "In my capacity as the Prime Minister of Japan, with the parliament's consent, I hereby announce the nullification of the security treaty between Japan and the USA. This treaty is now officially terminated. Regarding the troops stationed within our borders and the 80+ US military installations, we grant them two week to withdraw their forces. Subsequently, our own forces will assume control. Should we find any bases occupied, we will consider it an aggressive act towards our nation, leading to the apprehension of all personnel involved." The reporter started to express concern, "Isn't that—" Interrupting the reporter, Shiku interjected, "Rest assured, we are committed to ensuring a peaceful transition during our takeover." The reporter persisted, "But what if conflicts arise?" With a confident smile, Shiku concluded, "In that case, we will be prepared for whatever comes our way."