"W-Where am I!? Who are you people!?"
The voice of a confused girl rang through Japan's National Diet, which, as usual, was in chaos.
—Again?
The members of parliament barely reacted this time. They were getting used to it.
"Calm down, miss," said Adachi, now Prime Minister of Japan. "I'm Adachi. You didn't happen to meet Amaterasu-sama, did you?"
In the center of the chamber stood a blonde girl in loose robes.
Adachi, who had apparently leveled up from foreign minister to prime minister, spoke with his usual polished smile—the kind that revealed nothing of his true nature.
The previous prime minister, rumor had it, resigned with an ulcer courtesy of the gods' antics.
"A-Amaterasu-sama? No, I haven't!"
The girl shook her head frantically. She looked genuinely lost.
Apparently, Amaterasu had managed to take one step forward last time, then two steps back.
—Do your job, Amaterasu.
The Diet's collective thought was beautifully synchronized.
"So, here's what happened..." Adachi explained the situation.
"..."
"...Miss?"
After his calm summary, the girl fell silent and hung her head.
—Again? Seriously?
The parliament members exchanged uneasy glances.
"Is something wrong?" Adachi asked gently.
"Well... I was being attacked by monsters," the girl said. "So I panicked and drew a random summoning circle, hoping for help. Then this man appeared out of nowhere and—"
She hesitated.
"And?"
"—and he yelled, 'Oh no you don't, you filthy beasts!' then proceeded to beat every monster into the ground!"
Everyone froze.
Apparently, this "boy meets girl" story had skipped straight to girl meets unstoppable force.
The young legislator in the back jumped up. "Prime Minister! If that's true, the Japanese person she summoned is still in danger! They might be fighting monsters as we speak!"
If so, this wasn't "boy meets girl." It was "boy meets monster (death)."
Allowing an isekai summoning that ended with a citizen's death would make Izanami-sama furious beyond comprehension—beyond even divine vocabulary.
But the girl waved her hands. "Oh, he's fine! I think..."
"How can you tell?" someone asked.
"Well, he was... pretty muscular. He yelled, 'Don't come any closer, you pervert!' and then crushed the monsters one by one."
"..."
So, not a "boy."
An Onee (flamboyant).
And in this world—or any other—no one could beat an Onee. They would survive. They always did.
Adachi exhaled. "Chairman, if it's alright, my office will take custody of the girl and handle this."
"Sure, fine. All in favor?"
The entire assembly stood at once.
For this brief moment, there were no ruling or opposition parties. Only unity.
—Let Adachi handle it. He's the only one who can.
And thus, Japan remained—somehow—at peace.
・ ・ ・
Meanwhile, in Takamagahara.
"Thank goodness. He's still alive," said Amaterasu, watching through a divine mirror.
Tsukuyomi nodded. "Indeed. He's pretending to be frightened while striking every vital point. That exaggerated movement must be an act."
The two gods sighed in relief as they watched the Onee rampage gracefully through the monsters.
They'd narrowly avoided a lecture from Izanami-sama—their divine mother figure—and both knew how terrifying that could be.
Even the stoic Tsukuyomi feared her wrath.
"Thanks, Tsukuyomi," said Amaterasu. "That came out of nowhere, and I barely managed to react."
"…Pardon? I didn't do anything. Didn't you give them power?"
"…"
Silence.
The two gods froze mid-thought.
Apparently, the Onee had been monster-hunting under their own power—no divine blessing, no world-travel adjustment.
"…Eh, whatever. They seem fine."
"…"
Tsukuyomi resisted the urge to sigh.
This is why she never learns, he thought. But expecting Amaterasu to change now was pointless.
And so, another perfectly chaotic day passed in Takamagahara.