Several dozen minutes later, as one UN fighter jet took off from the Cemetery, another of the same model finally landed there.
The medical personnel who stepped out placed the Commander-in-Chief on a stretcher, hurried him aboard, and immediately began emergency treatment.
By the time Gendo Ikari regained consciousness on the bed, he could already see Kozo Fuyutsuki sitting beside the fighter jet's window, leisurely drinking black tea.
The medical team had arrived just in time. They had watched the entire father-son slugfest from aboard the fighter jet and rushed down the moment the fight ended.
Come on, let's trade blows.
They were clearly all new faces who had come to Headquarters along with the Dummy System. They had never seen anything like this and had initially wanted to stop the two men.
Fortunately, the Deputy Commander had stopped them in time, or they probably would have taken a beating too.
Everyone tactfully left the two commanders alone. Kozo Fuyutsuki watched the scenery streak past outside the window, evidently in a good mood.
"It seems your conversation with First Lieutenant Ikari didn't go well, Commander-in-Chief." Kozo Fuyutsuki took a small sip of black tea.
Wrapped in medical bandages, Gendo Ikari felt as though every bone in his body had fallen apart, but he still endured the pain and sat up on the bed.
He braced his elbows on his thighs, his fingers interlaced in front of his nose as always. His sunglasses reflected the cold light inside the cabin.
Gendo Ikari's sunglasses had actually been smashed back at the Cemetery, but fortunately, he had left a spare pair aboard the plane, as though he had anticipated this.
He even accounted for the possibility of getting beaten up. As expected of the Commander-in-Chief. Kozo Fuyutsuki held back a laugh, deeply impressed.