195 Haruko and Blanca

Haruko and Blanca

As members of the New America delegation filed in one after another, the remaining Arasaka Corporation negotiators also arrived in succession.

The doors to the conference hall slid open again, and Kenichi Shiro entered with steady strides. His gaze casually swept over Carl. That brief glance seemed like an inadvertent appraisal, yet it also appeared to carry some hidden meaning.

He then headed straight for the other end of the long table and took a seat beside Sanada, Vice President. The two exchanged a few quiet words, their expressions solemn.

Immediately afterward, Arakawa Michiko appeared in the doorway, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

She wore a futuristic studded leather jacket, its collar raised high and its cuffs set with shimmering patterns.

Most eye-catching of all was her striking blue mohawk, the locks standing upright like sharp blades and gleaming with a metallic sheen beneath the cool-toned lights.

Unbothered by the astonished and probing looks around her, she strode toward her seat with her head held high, her heels clicking crisply against the marble floor.

Arakawa Michiko's fashion had always transcended conventional eyes, and she had always been ahead of everyone else.

She had once sparked a worldwide trend of schoolgirls wearing JK uniforms. Now, she had clearly witnessed fashion evolve to another level and crossed into it before anyone else had even seen it.

But honestly, from Carl's perspective, Arakawa Michiko's style was still somewhat shocking. Perhaps she had glimpsed the fashion trends of the future, but geniuses were one step ahead of their time; those two steps ahead were simply a little too strange.

If this was what future fashion looked like, Carl might not be able to accept it. Though, considering how many people on the streets already seemed to be dressing that way...

*The future