Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

"- Therefore, the Katsushika Station will be further developed in the future. We believe that we need to lay down a system of cooperation focusing on small and large enterprises and that we need to make further efforts towards it. Note -"

Hundreds of bureaucrats involved in station operations. They are not Rising Sun employees, but employees of a public corporation known as the Katsushika Station Management Committee. It is their job to carry out the practical management of the station management, following the contributions and instructions of the station master.

And with the director of that administration, it's the representatives of companies with system ownership who decide where the station is going. Namely, Taylor and will be the popular representative chosen by the referendum he established. The very existence of a mayor has existed for a long time, so it is a form that has radically changed its method of election and authority.

"How many hours does this last? This. I'm getting tired of all the same stories."

Marr complains in a small voice to Silverman's new mayor, who has been making his opening speech to officials since earlier. Taro nods his consent to Marr, but left his smile on his face. Currently they were on a wide hall of sandalwood and their appearance had been broadcast live to network sites throughout the station.

"Oh, my God, it's 82% viewed. About four million people are looking at us right now. Don't count. I think I'm gonna wake up to something new."

To the terminal at hand, slightly drop your eyes and get tall. With all the Rising Sun employees, nearly 1,000 gaze would be gathered, but when it was 4 million, it was unknown. Such a tall, Marl returns a deep sigh.

"I don't really like being noticed. It will be chilled, and it will say nothing about it. Now it is."

That's what I said, Marl, small, shoulder to shoulder.

Rising Sun's name had already spread throughout the system and was now a well-known company without strangers in Katsushika. Of course, it's obvious because it's a company that will become a station master, but Taro. It was therefore the first experience for all of Rising Sun.

Sometimes they had already raised their names as guardians of the system before being delegated by Katsushika, and they had become a one-jump person. Marr was entertained with the goddess, and Alan was busy with bulletin boards on the network as an intellectual general. Of course, Taro was the most prominent being, but the two names, Guardian of the Virgin, were alive and well. And even now, core fans exist.

"I think it's about time I got a cool nickname..."

Silverman Mayor's voice flushed from right to left, while he blurted and tall alone. The mayor's voice starts to sound like a comfortable lullaby, bringing intense drowsiness to his sleepless body.

"- Wow. Taylor, wake up. Your turn!!

Hiccup. But Taro woke up much more to the sharp Marl voice and jumped up in a hurry. The chair sitting makes a rattling noise and makes a noticeable noise that this is still in the tranquil hall. And Mayor Silverman's, somewhat uneasy look.

"... ahahaha, this is rude. It's okay, I was listening..." Xiao Mei, sum it up!! ""

In the first half, turn to Silverman, with your voice. The second half is for Xiaomei, who is waiting on stage sleeves, at BISHOP.

"" Yes, Mr. Taylor. This is what happens when you summarise his words. Let's all do our best. That's it. ""

"" Thanksgiving Xiaomei... but it's inconvenient to talk about galactic standards. That's all it takes to say. ""

"" HAHAHAHAHA, that's a pretty good joke. Do you want a duvet? ""

"" It's a used story, I won't hesitate "... Yes, thank you. I am Taylor Ichijo of Rising Sun, now Station Master."

Walk to the center of sandalwood, toward the gathered people. Towards the camera. And it fires at the people across the camera. Thanks to the high performance sound collecting microphone, there was no need for a microphone table, and Sandalwood was cancerous. Taro puts his shabby hands behind him.

"Uh, as you all know it's a company that hasn't been long since Rising Sun was made, and its representative self is also a so-called young man. Minimum age I just missed the station master seat, but it could be pretty rare"

Taro stares out at the staff and makes sure his eyes and ears are right for him.

"I think some of you are quite anxious. Are you okay with such a young man? This street is also a gutsy way to talk, and no matter how well you look at it, you don't look like a genius child or a charismatic handsome. Oh, if there's a woman who says she looks that way, please sneak me in to contact her later. Men recommend corneal corrective surgery. Or maybe you should be an artist."

Leaks from the venue, laughs. Taro strives to respond to it with a refreshing grin, he continues.

"But it's okay. Rest assured, gentlemen. I'm just a young man, but not Mr. Silverman. He is an old strong man of war in the economy and a fellow who grew up here with you all. It's not like me being a newcomer. And as you know, he will be at the centre of the operation of the station. Not me."

When Taro separates his breath there, he puts his left hand to his mouth with the cough. And when you can't see the tube extending out of your sleeve, you moisten your nervously dry throat.

"I'm sure that would be a pleasure for all of you, but let's see. I'm sure you'll all think the same thing. Rising Sun lets others run their own money and what they want. Or maybe it's too man-made."

I can see no individual faces in the backlight, but I can confirm that a number of silhouettes move to snort. Taro, like them, nods small a few times.

"Yeah, that would be exactly, naturally, a question. If it were normal, it would be in the form of running the station first and foremost the interests of the company, because you all know Mr. Silverman wouldn't...... but actually not. I am convinced that Mr. Silverman will give the best priority to our Rising Sun interests."

Multiple venues. A glimpse of the Mayor Silverman, who makes his expression look more rude just because he's out of his mind. To him, who still has a grasping look on his face, Taro turns his palm and forgives him to calm down.

"It's not too late to be angry, I'm sure, after listening to you. Then I'll go on...... Nor does that mean that there is a problem with Mr. Silverman's personality, or some sort of bond between us and him. I'm not forbidden to do that, and it's something I do everywhere. It's not, it's a simpler reason."

Taro opens the room to make you think about things.

"Yeah, it's a very simple reason. It means that your interests and ours are the same. So, Mr. Silverman should undoubtedly put our interests first. Anyway, that's in your interest."

It's going to be really easy, Taro clapping his shoulders with a body like that. Taro feels somewhat relieved that Mayor Silverman smiled calmly in a satisfactory manner.

"I... rather than... Rising Sun wants to have an enduring relationship with Katsushika, not say five or ten years, 50 or 100 years. If that's what's possible, I wish I could go out with you for 1,000 years."

Like a dreamer, Taro looks up. And bring that gaze down again.

"Then Ala wonders. No matter how you calculate it, it's ultimately more profitable for each company in the system to grow than for Rising Sun to grow alone. In that case the profit rises exponentially and its profit and loss branch is not so far away. It's ideal, it's beautiful, it's nothing."

Taro's slowly rising left hand is followed by his rapidly rising right hand. A thousand eyes gather in the motion of that hand that stands out on the graph. Taro slowly lowers his hand, putting it back together again.

"Gentlemen. The status quo in which Katsushika is placed may never be optimistic. A new type of wind has emerged, the network has been dimensioned and threatens its life. Some opponents are nasty: the Enzio Alliance. But this should also be an opportunity. Katsushika is expected in the future as a new major trading route and there is also a huge demand for defensive battle readiness. No one gets the kind of policies that exploit people, like cutting the momentum of the system here."

Unwrap the assembled hands and spread them like they were before the embrace. All the moves as practiced with Alan and the others beforehand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, be free to do it. Not at will, but in mutual consideration and order. Those who work hard will be rewarded, and those who do not will be rewarded accordingly. And we decide for ourselves. Defend your freedom and duty with your own hands!! It can be difficult. But there's nothing you can't do!!

Taro with a discouragement and a gradual tone of voice.

"We are not going to divide ourselves into those who are supposedly in control. Take each other's hands and let's all do our best!! I'm not telling you to trust us. That kind of thing is something that finally qualifies to leave after years. It's okay. You all know merchants are honest about making money. If it is in our interest, we will undoubtedly do our utmost!!

Raise your hands wide and raise your voice to the fullest towards the end.

"Freedom and prosperity, katsuka!! Let's walk away together!!

Taylor closes his eyes and tells him that the conversation is over. Create a grin on your mouth in preparation for reactions around you, but that turns into a bewildering look in no way.

Quiet to unusual.

"... Oh, that. Something went wrong?

Though not to say Hail Thunder applause, I at least expected Taro to applaud it as a social decree and affection. That's why cold sweat flows through the status quo like you ate a shoulder blush. People ask around with some uneasy look and frown at how they reacted.

"President Taylor. May I have a moment?"

Marl from behind, not moving at all. When Taro nodded with the thought of straw, he gave way to Marr. Marr slowly raised his hand toward the staff when he made a laugh, "Not yet," he said.

"On behalf of Taylor, the delegate, I, Marr, the vice president, will supplement. The president is cordial with a senior Imperial Army official, and his sister, President Liza, is an executive under the TRB Union umbrella. The representations have already been sent to the Empire for its formal approval"

A moment of silence.

Shortly afterwards, the venue was wrapped in applause and cheer that just kept cracking.

"Haha...... I see. When you were free, you were afraid of the Empire..."

In a delight to the point of enthusiasm, Taro muttered small with a bitter laugh.