Hirotsugu Morofushi: Regret, Deep Regret

"A big ship... Come on, that's a really bizarre leap. How did this guy make you think of that word?" Hoshikawa Teru disapproved of Tangze's first two attempts.

"If it's the National Diet Building, then a politician seeing it as the ship that would carry him into new waters is still understandable." Asai Narumi tried typing "vault" into his interface, then shook her head. "So it's not such a straightforward image."

"Generally speaking, politicians, whether they're scum or not, tend to think highly of themselves. The National Diet Building would more or less be packaged as part of his political ideals." Tangze stalled halfway through, unable to stop himself from glancing at Hoshikawa Teru.

From that perspective, perhaps Shigeyoshi Tonokuchi, who had ties to the Organization, viewed the National Diet Building as a nightclub because he believed he had backed the right tree. His political career was destined to go smoothly from there, so he had fast-forwarded straight to the stage of decadence.

Losing the will to improve really was terrifying.

"All right, I know my father was especially ridiculous." Before Tangze could begin one of his hellish jokes, Hoshikawa Teru preemptively cut him off. "Based on the information you gave us, we can only infer that he was using the election to amass wealth. If it wasn't a bank or a vault, could it have been something like a money tree?"

"No response." Akemi Miyano shook her head. "I remember his campaign slogans always had something to do with maintaining public order and correcting social conduct. Many of the political ideals he proposed during the election involved strengthening police development or tightening judicial procedures..."

"That doesn't sound like a problem, does it? Tokyo's high crime rate is an objective fact." Asai Narumi, who had been working nonstop since joining