The National Diet Session Extension
The National Diet extended its session again.
Reasons vary, but the real story's the same: the ruling party says, "We want this bill passed, so we'll extend," and the opposition fires back, "We won't let that through easily. Brace yourself."
A tug-of-war of stubborn pride.
Deliberation is a kind of verbal martial art. In some countries, these debates even turn into real brawls—but let's not think too deeply about that.
"Tell me," someone muttered, "are there any here who truly care for the country?"
"In any crowd, you'll find such people," came the reply.
Two figures watched the chamber quietly from the corner: Glyos, the former emperor, and Lynbel, a dark elf.
Since the vampire incident and the knight's hostage siege, both make sure to appear at the Diet in case of another reverse summoning.
Sure, Adachi could probably handle things alone—but that's beside the point.
They aren't idle retirees either. When not here, they help with Otherworld Research, Aggressor suppression, or forest preservation projects. They're old, not useless.
"Therefore," one representative droned, "it's far too soon to demand such change—"
"Waf?"
"...?"
A strange, breathy sound cut through the chamber. Silence followed.
"Grr... woof!"
A dog.
No—by its size and form, definitely a wolf.
A wolf had appeared in Japan's political core, even though wolves went extinct here long ago.
"Grrr. Waoon. Gyau gyau. Wan!"
"Japanese language, please."
The entire Diet shared one thought: What is this thing saying?
"Hm? I was told humans could understand me. Perhaps it's because I haven't taken human form yet."
The wolf's body shimmered and reshaped into a young man—early twenties, sharp eyes like a predator's, lean and athletic.
Everything about him radiated confidence—except for the pair of fluffy dog ears atop his head.
Dog ears! They're here!
But where are the cat ears!?
Somewhere, the eternal war between dog-lovers and cat-lovers erupted again. Irrelevant to our story, so we'll move on.
"I'm Makami, a werewolf. I came here by Amaterasu-sama's reverse summoning."
"I'm Adachi, Prime Minister of Japan. So, reverse summoning... meaning a Japanese citizen was summoned near you?"
"Something like that."
Makami touched his chin, thinking. His ears twitched adorably with each motion. Do not touch them.
"About a month ago, we found a girl wandering the plains—barely dressed, confused. She clearly had her reasons but wouldn't explain. She could cook though. Won everyone over, young and old."
So, the latest Japanese summoned person had apparently captured not just hearts—but also stomachs—in a werewolf village.
A lucky one indeed.
"Then her safety's assured?"
"Yeah. Later, our priest heard Amaterasu-sama's voice. Said someone had to come to this country. I fought for that right—and won."
"...What?"
Lawmakers tilted their heads. Why fight to come to a strange land with no allies?
Maybe Makami was like Lynbel—tired of his world and eager to see another.
"...I also heard this nation has a thing called 'all-you-can-eat yakiniku.'"
That's... not a culture.
Several young Diet members nearly shouted the correction but wisely held back.
"And I also heard, 'He who does not work shall not eat.' A fine saying. Then I shall work! I'm strong, I have a good nose. I can find things! So, give me... all-you-can-eat yakiniku!"
Turns out our stoic werewolf hero was just a foodie.
His tail wagged wildly, like a dog told to wait before dinner.
"...Chairman, let's go for yakiniku."
"Sure. And don't forget all-you-can-drink."
Wait—you're actually going!?
Adachi's protest fell on deaf ears. The Diet members followed the chairman, laughing.
Japan was peaceful once more.
Meanwhile, in Takamagahara—
"Ah, wolves are so cute! Why did they have to go extinct in Japan?"
Amaterasu-sama gazed fondly at a wolf image. Tsukuyomi-sama watched, unimpressed.
"Well, wolves are practically your kin, aren't they? Like... Ak—something?"
"Don't say it!"
In Japan, gods like Ōguchi no Magami were deified wolves. "Wolf as Great God" dates back only to the Edo period, but let's not dwell on details.
In contrast, Western tales—like Little Red Riding Hood—cast wolves as villains.
Agrarian Japan saw them as protectors of crops, while the West saw them as livestock predators.
Humans changed the narrative, not the wolves.
"Tsukuyomi, I want yakiniku too."
"Please stay on topic."
Amaterasu's sudden craving made Tsukuyomi sigh. She'd probably seen Makami eating earlier, but Tsukuyomi hadn't, making it seem like random whimsy.
"Can't we just grill it here?"
"We only have an iron plate. I want to use a charcoal grill, with wire mesh!"
"If you go to a restaurant, they'll check your ID again. Last time you insisted you were an adult, remember?"
"Then buy me charcoal and a grill."
"Stop being unreasonable."
Amaterasu-sama flaunted her authority. Tsukuyomi-sama countered with calm logic.
Takamagahara was peaceful as always.