Japan's Prime Minister.
Aside from His Majesty the Emperor, he's the most powerful person in the country. Abroad, though, Japan is known for changing prime ministers as often as the seasons.
You'd think that kind of turnover would cause problems. But since things have worked out so far, probably not.
In other countries—like Thailand, for example—when politics rot, the military steps in, overthrows the government, and the king restores order. It's almost tradition at this point.
Resilient people, really.
"Mm. Looks good."
In the kitchen of Prime Minister Adachi's home, a young girl hummed while cooking breakfast. Her sky-blue hair made her stand out anywhere in the world—she was an isekai person, named Shina.
No one dared ask why a foreign princess lived with Adachi, why she made him breakfast, or why she was cooking Japanese food. Asking would only bring regret—and probably indigestion. Adachi could explode, for all we care.
"Oh, that smells good."
Peering into the pot was Glyos, another isekai person. Like Shina, he was staying with Adachi. The two were close enough that they spent weekends together. Lately, Glyos had become obsessed with shogi and Romance of the Three Kingdoms. He'd even started gaming—a model student of the "otherworld life."
"Mmm. Nice aroma."
Next came Lynbel, the silver-haired Dark Elf. Someone had once asked if she shouldn't be living in a forest instead of Tokyo. She'd calmly replied, "Then I quit being an Elf," and that was that.
If a Dark Elf quits being an Elf, does that make her just... Dark? No one could figure it out.
Since Elves are vegetarians, the Adachi household's miso soup now used kelp stock. For those not from Japan, kelp alone tastes subtle, so Shina added dried shiitake mushrooms for depth.
(T/N: Shiitake mushrooms are often used in Japanese soup stock.)
And no, the author isn't obsessed with shiitake mushrooms. Probably.
"Yaaawn... good morning."
Elte stumbled in, rubbing her eyes. She was a summoner-in-training, only fourteen years old. Because she was still under Japan's compulsory education, she had to attend middle school.
Thanks to magic-based translation, she had no trouble with language classes, but history and geography were daily nightmares.
Since Elte didn't have a family name, she took Adachi's and went by Adachi Elte. Many assumed she was his adopted daughter, but there was no legal paperwork. She once called him "Dad" in her sleep, though. No one mentioned it afterward.
"Good morning. Breakfast will be ready soon."
Bit by bit, Shina had become the de facto "mom" of the Adachi household—a quiet conqueror disguised as a polite young lady.
...
"Smells like dirt."
"Yeah."
Two armored men sat in an open field, smoking. They were knights—isekai soldiers who had joined the Japan Self-Defense Forces.
Their camouflage uniforms were caked in mud, even their faces streaked brown.
"Never thought crawling on the ground would be called proper combat," one said.
"In our world, they'd call us cowards. But after what we've seen..." the other replied.
On a real battlefield full of flying bullets and shells, crawling meant survival. Soldiers even dove into puddles for cover. If you ever find yourself in a warzone, take the puddle. Trust them.
"What's that sweet-smelling cigarette?"
"A lady officer gave it to me. It's actually nice."
"No, it's awful! And stop blowing smoke this way!"
They were training at a Self-Defense Force base. Japan maintained many in mountain regions where soldiers trained regardless of rain or snow—running, firing, digging, nonstop.
Sometimes they carried over twenty kilos of gear, marched for dozens of kilometers, then charged straight into mock combat.
Truly, not human.
"Training's almost over," one knight said. "Short, but intense."
"Our styles of fighting are so different... Still, how do you explain Commander-in-Chief's sword skills?"
"Prime Minister Adachi? That's just his hobby."
"...We lost to a hobbyist."
Their pride smoldered like their cigarettes. Adachi wasn't normal—not even by Japanese standards.
If he ever got summoned to another world, he'd probably found a nation overnight.
"Break's over. Put that out."
"Already? What's next?"
"Digging defensive pits. Three per person."
"Ugh. Brutal."
Grumbling, the knights stood. Yet even as they complained, their tone had shifted. They were starting to sound... Japanese.
Once again, Japan is peaceful today.