Chapter 7

"Share? What do you mean by share Mr. Gerald Sparrow? As far as I'm concern, I don't share what's mine." said All for One, testing the bottom line of Gerald while smirking.

"You're an interesting man I must say All for One. Truly interesting." Gerald started to slowly laugh which made All for One confused.

Suddenly, the laughing was cut off replaced by a cold and deadly air around Gerald who has the face of a maniac, someone who looked like a demon from hell.

"I will not repeat my words again All for One, how do you want to share Japan?" the tapping of Gerald's fingers started to slowly increase in speed as the rhythm slowly came to a climax.

"As I said Mr. Gerald Sparrow, I don't share what's m-" the words of All for One was cut as a bone crushing punch hit him squarely in the jaw sending him flying to the wall.

The people from both sides suddenly raised their weapons and activated their superpowers, ready to strike at any given time. Gerald on the other hand was looking at his fist with a slight smirk as he slowly walked towards the downed All for One.

The people and henchmen of All for One didn't know what to do so they just moved in between of the path of Gerald, trying to stop him.

"Stop! Try to go any closer and we'll shoot you!" shouted the henchmen as they cocked their mini uzi pistols and aimed at Gerald who was still slowly walking.

Gerald just smirked as he continued to walk forward and had the muzzle of the uzi pistol directly at his forehead.

"Shoot me, shoot me if you can." said Gerald as he held the trembling hands of the henchman who didn't know what to do.

As the tension slowly reached its peak, All for One stood up and cleaned his suit as he laughed loudly. He slowly walked towards the two having a standoff as he crushed the uzi pistol with his bare hands.

"That's enough! You know what Gerald, you're just like me. You're ready to do anything, you have the guts to do anything! I think we have a lot of common grounds and it will be my pleasure to do business with you." said All for One as he tapped the shoulder of Gerald who just smirked in his mind as he succeeded in his plan.

"I'm happy to hear that, now, how do you want to share Japan?"

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Prime Minister's office, Tokyo Japan...

The office was silent as the light was dim. The Prime Minister was fixing the wrist of the coat of his suit as it got unbuttoned. He's currently the 3rd most powerful man on the entirety of Japan. Well, he's supposed to become like his great grandfather, Hideki Tojo, the great Prime Minister of Japan on the 1940's. That's his very dream, become like his great grandfather, leading the Japanese people to greatness and standing on top of the world on all aspects.

This is why he's actively recruiting people with superpowers or rather quirks as it's getting known. He has a special quirk of his own that he awakened years ago. This quirk has the ability to mind control somebody, something like a charm. Once he uses it, he'll be seen as a great and powerful figure by his target and thus being obliged to follow him.

He used this power to climb up the ranks of the society. From a struggling congressman to a senator and now to the Prime Minister. He has reached the pinnacle of power in Japan. But he was far from done. He wants more, he wants everything for himself and for Japan and its individual Japanese people. He has taken full control of the military and these soldiers will charge to their death if he says so. This is the fruits of his labor and ambitions.

Just then, a man similarly in a black suit like him slowly entered the room with a folder at hand that has a mark of "top secret" printed on the cover.

"Good evening, Toriko-sama. These are the reports for today gathered by your ever loyal spies." said the man who looked like a normal 50 year old man with a thick beard.

"Just put it on my table. I'm curious, what has happened on the meeting by those two?" asked the Prime Minister as he gently sat down on his swivel chair.

"Toriko-sama, they've already came in conclusion that the man called All for One was going to control the government while the man named Gerald Sparrow will be controlling the economy." answered the man with respect in his tone.

"Umu, it looks like it's time to strike, prepare the troops. With the recent increase in incursions of the Chinese and with the premise of a revolt by the opposition we can recreate the night of the long knives! That's it! Have the JSDF move in, I want them to take control of Japan and instate a military government. Once done, we'll drag the the chine- no, the whole world in a war where we, the Japanese people shall ultimately win. Yes! I get to be like my great grandfather! No! Something greater than him! I get to become..."

"The Shogun!"

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Sparrow mansion, Tokyo...

The duo of stepsister and stepbrother finally arrived at the mansion premises as Gerald felt something off. Something changed, he doesn't know what or who, but he knows that something really has changed. He's not the one who believes in superstitions or religion, after all, he can create things a normal human will consider the power of a god or gods.

They passed by people on combat equipment with trained guard dogs patrolling the hectars of land where the mansion was standing. The pond is still there, the helipads too, even the bunker was there too. But,

But, this gut feeling of him that something changed isn't something he really will throw on the back of his head. His research on the brain has not given him any suitable conclusions about something of a gut feel. He thinks it's caused by the part of the brain being able to accurately assess if something is about to happen through statistics and probability. Something like a side or a really small spot on the brain doing mathematical equations and solving it through the given set of datas the 5 senses acquires and telling the other part of the brain about his findings with the standard deviation shrinked to an acceptable margin of error.

"Zyril, do you feel something changed around here?" asked Gerald as he had his window put down while observing the scenery outside the car.

Zyril just looked at him annoyed and returned to munching down on her burger silently.