REIWA JIGOKUHEN - Chaotic Disturbance of Reiwa Era

Chapter 126 - Arrival and Departure

Shinhama Ward, Tokyo: Memorial Museum

"It seems that I am destined to be blessed with a great student."

Old man Sugiyama, who is called "Cyborg Grandpa" these days, had never doubted this belief. The other Munakata, who spent his entire life as Munakata, was the mentor of Prime Minister Kato. It is needless to mention Dr. Oktay. The phenomenon of the nation itself moving through time and space had long led some to contemplate the concept of unprecedented superluminal navigation, but Dr. Oktay's observations of gravitational waves had actually transformed this into a higher-dimensional leap theory. But what pleased him most of all was that there is still no end to the number of students who came to visit him. Ryan, an elderly Anglo-Saxon gentleman who walks by his side, was also a rambunctious middle schooler about half a century ago.

"Just a little bit bored with work," Ryan suddenly sent a message, and it was really enjoyable to hear from him.

He had gone on to study aerospace engineering at the Lushun Institute of Technology and then got a job at Ishikawajima-Harima Heavy Industries. He had been in charge of the control system for the hydrogen recombustion device on the nuclear-powered composite propulsion transport aircraft that flew from Kamchatka to low orbit. He became a purebred citizen of Machida City after getting married and even had grandchildren, which was surprising.

He spoke about various wings, including the F-2A displayed at the museum entrance. The main fighter jet of Japan in Reiwa, which fought in that war, was mostly designed by the United States, which was originally a superpower on the other side. If there had been no Time-Space Cataclysm, perhaps humans like Ryan would have been in charge of designing it.

"Well, I wonder about that," Ryan smiled a little sadly, "I got into this field because I saw Zero fighters and Hayabusa in Dalian."

"Oh, I see."

"Yes."

Ryan's gaze shifted to the preserved Zero fighter, which was not his favorite plane, but like the one he had seen in Dalian, it was a former Genzan Air Group Zero fighter. For Sugiyama, who had once flown in the sky as a sub-lieutenant in the Imperial Japanese Navy, it was always a nostalgic sight.

In contrast to the Gennai Project Pavilion, there was a crowd gathering around the plane. It seemed that there were more "compatriots," that is, new Japanese people like Ryan. There was no sense of discomfort there. Those who were forced to experience racial mixing were those who belonged to the army and navy, which had become a quasi-world government, and those who had returned from various parts of the country, including the children of foreign nationals and those who had undergone strange Japanization. As a result, there is a ridiculous phenomenon occurring simultaneously in the mainland of political conservatism and racial diversity. They looked at the Zero fighter with somewhat mysterious eyes.

"Sensei, you said that you fought with the Zero fighter even after that, right?"

"Yeah. I chased after old Soviet bombers and bombed Vladivostok."

Sugiyama remembered the intense pain deeply.

"It was a really tough battle. Even if we fought with all our might and won, it was meaningless in reality. What's necessary is for our descendants to handle it with jets. And since it was a military aircraft, I couldn't even tell my comrades that it was just a sham. But even so, we couldn't help but fight."

"If I told you that I was the result of that battle, would you be surprised, sensei?"

Sugiyama was at a loss for words in the calm soliloquy. Not knowing what to say, a dumbfounded expression appeared on his face.