"Whoosh-"
The toilet's swirling water mercilessly swallowed the top-secret lists that could have sparked an all-out war.
Kannazuki stood before the bathroom mirror, looking at the expressionless, black-haired boy reflected in it, his eyes deep and unreadable.
"Keh heh heh..."
The Shinigami Ryuk's massive, twisted body floated down from the ceiling upside down, half a crimson apple tumbling between his bone-white fingers.
"That was a vicious move, cutting them off at the source.
But humans are very forgetful creatures." Ryuk bit into the apple, juice running down the corners of his mouth, which stretched all the way to his ears.
"Today, they stirred up trouble in the Gulf, and you chopped off their hands;
tomorrow, they could start provoking trouble on the southern continent and lighting fires on the eastern continent.
Capital's greed is a bottomless pit.
You can't spend twenty-four hours a day staring at military maps of the whole world, can you? How boring would that be?"
"That's why I said following them around putting out fires was the stupidest possible tactic."
Kannazuki pulled out a paper towel, leisurely dried his hands, and turned back toward his desk.
He pulled out his chair and sat down, a chilling gleam flashing through his eyes.
"Capital will never stop testing the limits.
Give them a three-hundred-percent profit, and they'll trample every law in existence.
Never mind sacrificing tens of thousands of ordinary soldiers to fill the hole.
I killed Richard and Hassan today, but the Federal Military Department and Financial Street will only think those two poor bastards were unlucky.
Maybe it was a sudden heart attack.
Once things blow over, they'll immediately install a fresh batch of puppets and restart the war machine."
"Oh?" Ryuk floated behind him and leaned forward, intrigued. "So how do you plan to play