At the same time, inside the United States Embassy in Japan.
Richard Clement, the CIA's Tokyo Station Chief, listened quietly as his subordinate delivered the report.
"Sir, according to our intelligence, Sol's abilities far exceed those of ordinary ghouls."
Richard flipped through a stack of satellite images, his expression tightening. "Can you verify his identity?"
"There are no records," the subordinate replied, shaking his head. "It's as if he appeared out of nowhere."
Richard paused, thinking it over. "Contact the Pentagon. Request immediate deployment of the Blackbird squad. Someone like this cannot be allowed to fall into Japan's hands."
"Yes, sir."
Chiyoda Ward, Tokyo. Prime Minister's Official Residence, emergency meeting room.
"Washuu-senpai, are you certain Sol declared war on all of Japan?" The Minister of Defense wiped sweat from his forehead, his fingers tapping restlessly against the table.
Washuu Tsuneyoshi nodded, his face grim. "He made it clear. He intends to challenge the nation's entire military."
The Minister of Health, Labour and Welfare abruptly stood. "We need to convene a National Security Council meeting immediately."
"Hold on," the Chief Cabinet Secretary adjusted his glasses. "Before acting, we need a proper risk assessment. Based on current intelligence, his combat capabilities far surpass conventional forces."
The Prime Minister rested his hands beneath his chin. "What is the Self-Defense Forces' stance?"
The Minister of Defense swallowed. "The Special Operations Group is on standby, but given his demonstrated abilities, standard weaponry may not be effective."
Silence filled the room.
Then the door burst open as a secretary rushed in. "Prime Minister, the United States Ambassador is requesting an urgent meeting."
The Prime Minister frowned slightly and gestured for patience before turning back to the room. "It seems this situation is more complicated than we anticipated."
The Minister of Defense wiped his brow again. "How did the Americans learn about this so quickly?"
"That doesn't matter," Washuu Tsuneyoshi said coldly. "What matters is their intention."
The Minister of Health adjusted his tie nervously. "If they intervene, this will become extremely difficult to manage."
After a brief pause, the Prime Minister made his decision. "Let's hear them out. Allow the Ambassador in."
A few minutes later, United States Ambassador John Wilson entered with two attendants. His posture was confident, almost arrogant, as his gaze swept across the room before settling on the Prime Minister.
"Prime Minister, our government is deeply concerned about the individual known as Sol."
The Prime Minister gestured for him to continue.
"According to our intelligence," Wilson said, taking a document from his assistant, "this individual is likely an experimental subject from one of our classified projects, who escaped during transport."
The room erupted into shocked murmurs.
Washuu Tsuneyoshi shot to his feet. "That is impossible. His abilities exceed anything current technology can produce."
Wilson offered a polished diplomatic smile. "Chairman Washuu, you may not be fully aware of our latest advancements in bio-enhancement."
The Minister of Defense narrowed his eyes at the document. "Are you suggesting this… monster was created by your country?"
"To be precise, an uncontrollable experimental subject," Wilson corrected calmly. "A professional recovery team has already been dispatched. They will arrive in Tokyo within forty-eight hours."
The Prime Minister exchanged glances with the others. "This incident occurred on Japanese soil. It should be handled by us."
Wilson's smile remained unchanged. "Naturally, we respect Japan's sovereignty. However, given the danger, we are willing to provide technical support."
Washuu Tsuneyoshi let out a cold laugh. "Technical support? Are you planning to include the CCG in that support as well?"
The tension in the room sharpened instantly. Wilson's expression finally hardened.
"Chairman Washuu, choose your words carefully. We are fulfilling our international responsibilities."
The Prime Minister raised a hand to calm both sides. "We will need time to consider your proposal."
"Of course," Wilson replied as he stood. "But understand this, the genetic assets carried by that individual belong to the United States. Any unauthorized contact will be considered theft."
After the Americans left, the Minister of Defense slammed his fist against the table.
"Damn Americans. They want to take him for themselves."
The Minister of Health spoke with unease. "If what they said is true…"
"It isn't," Washuu Tsuneyoshi cut in firmly. "Sol's abilities cannot be produced in any laboratory."
The Prime Minister sat in silence for a long moment before speaking.
"Convene the National Security Council immediately. Place the Self-Defense Forces on Level One alert. Whatever the Americans intend, we must be ready."
Meanwhile, inside a high-rise apartment in the 20th Ward.
Sol stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, casually spinning a CCG badge between his fingers. His psychokinesis had already spread across Tokyo, forming a network that captured every conversation. The discussion between the Ambassador and the Japanese officials echoed clearly in his mind.
"An out-of-control American experiment?" he muttered with a faint smile. "That's a new one."
Between the Japanese government, the CCG, and now the Americans, things were becoming far more entertaining.
The doorbell rang.
Sol did not turn. He simply lifted a hand, and the lock clicked open on its own.
"Come in, Mr. Ambassador. I've been expecting you."
John Wilson stepped inside alone. His agents remained outside, held back by an invisible force. He glanced around the apartment. The design was simple, yet every detail hinted at quiet luxury. Whoever lived here had refined tastes.
That made things easier.
"Mr. Sol," Wilson began, maintaining a composed expression, "I represent the United States government. I'm here to negotiate."
Sol let out a soft laugh. "Negotiate? I thought you came to retrieve an experiment."
Wilson's smile tightened for a moment. "You misunderstand. Our government recognizes your unique abilities and wishes to establish cooperation."
"Another offer, huh?" Sol said, amused. "Let's hear it."
"Anything you want," Wilson said, pulling out a blank check. "Name your price. Mansions, private jets, beautiful women, a lifetime stipend. Whatever Japan offers, we will double it. Serve us, and it's yours."
Sol laughed, genuinely entertained. "That's generous."
Then his expression shifted, the amusement sharpening.
"Too bad I don't care about money."
Wilson felt a chill crawl down his spine. "Then… what do you want?"
Sol's voice dropped, quiet yet heavy enough to suffocate the room.
"War."
He smiled faintly, eyes gleaming with interest.
"A war that makes the entire world remember my name."
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