Submarine: Nirai-kanai - 11
Jan. 15th, 2023 01:00 pm<Simultaneously, at the SS Steering Committee Headquarters>
Gatekeeper: Tsk—
There are three complaints I’d like to make right now.
First, I’ve been too busy to get enough sleep, so my entire body feels sluggish.
Next, while being in such a state, I, unbecoming of my age, came to blows with an energetic youth, so I’ve incurred a bit of damage from the failure I took.
My whole body, particularly the side of my face where I was kicked, hurts like hell.
Last, absolutely nothing is going how I expected it to.
I heard you were in a similar situation, last year or something like that, and I’m almost surprised you managed to do well—very well, to be frank.
Eh, Anzu-chan? You were the one and only little producer at Yumenosaki, yes?
Every last one of them just has the nerve to do whatever the hell they want without listening to me.
Especially the ones who’ve got more power than they know what to do with or something, they’re a real pain in the ass. They mess with the positions and the movements of the pieces we’ve got on the board without a care in the world for our convenience.
Even though those bastards, just like their idols, have no right to.
The only one who’s making sure things go according to my plan is you—Anzu.
I’m starting to think that you’re a little cute. Alright, alright, come here so that I may lay my head in your lap to soothe this exhaustion of mine.
…I’m joking. Quit looking at me like I’m a dying insect; I’m not interested in you like that.
I am a eunuch, castrated upon the death of my god.
Not a single thing that exists in this world can offer me a shred of solace. Though it’s not like I even want that.
I just want to fulfill that “forgotten dream” that my boss left behind in his final moments before this body of mine wears out into nothing.
It doesn’t seem likely that he’ll praise me for it after I die.
It’s simply to satisfy myself. Everything is.
This may just be the face you put on, but I believe you’ve been influenced by the same kind of motivator. Unconditional love, that seeks nothing in return—
Hahaha. You idiot; you’re so absurd that it’s not even funny.
Cheer up, Anzu. I’m the only one who notices, sympathizes with, and recognizes the value of someone like you.
And then, I’ll release you from the clutches of that shitty, worthless duty you hold.
I’ll force you to do it in a way where you can make excuses after. Just say “scary Mr. Gatekeeper threatened me into it, so I couldn’t get out of it,” or something.
Oh? Why would I do something like that, you ask? What’s the point?
Then I’ll flip that question on you—is there a single thing in this world that has a “point”?
This universe, mankind, idols—what’s the point behind their existence?
There was a time when I had an answer to questions like that—that everything existed to give birth to Boss, to our God, and to keep him alive.
But now I’ve lost the answer to that question. What could be more tragic than this, huh?
I wouldn’t really care if anything and everything were to perish right at this moment, you know?
Oh? “I guess that’s the case for you”, you say? So it’s different for you, hm, Anzu?
So, for you, there’s a meaning behind this world and life itself? Well, how can you say that for certain?
If you’re able to answer that question, tell me in secret, sooner or later. If you’ve given me a convincing answer by the end of SS, I’ll let you go.
And if no answer comes to mind, well, my deepest condolences, but—
As per the contents of our dealings, and as per our contract, you are to be a machine who just nods along and listens only to what I say.
The king has a donkey’s ears…♪1
Ahh. That will be enough for me. You’ll rescue Trickstar from my private jungle, in exchange for me allowing them to be decent idols—
For the duration of SS, all your producer activities have been suspended. Essentially, that reduces you to nothing more than a puppet who can’t leave my side and can only listen to me.
I don’t intend to demand anything more than that, so just be a lamb. As long as you don’t do anything selfish to violate the contract, I’ll be gentle with you.
I know it must be frustrating not to be able to give your all to working with the idols, including Trickstar. I’m sure there are lots and lots of things you want to do, yes?
But you can’t. The faint desire you hold, which cannot even be called a dream, will not be realized.
I’m sure I said this while we were watching the preliminary rounds in Hokkaido—I’m going to stamp out Trickstar.
And you’re a part of Trickstar, too. This SS that I’m responsible for has no need for a supporting role.
Everything will end having gone exactly as anticipated. You can stand back and watch these unwanted developments occur while wallowing in a sense of powerlessness, knowing that you can’t do a single thing to intervene.
Just looking at you like that gives me a feeling of satisfaction. I feel that same sense of relief and delight that a caffeine addict feels every time they drink their morning coffee.
That’s all there is to it. I don’t have any ulterior motives or anything hidden beneath the surface—you’re just a tranquilizer to me, nothing more.
Even though you’re surely a symbol of hope, a goddess of victory, for Trickstar and whatnot—
The gods and deities of differing religions are rarely more than an unintelligible pattern painted onto clothes and such.
Nevertheless. In the eyes of those who believe in that god, they are a presence that cannot be ignored. That’s right, they can’t be ignored—that’s the important part.
In the region of Okinawa, Shinkai Kanata was enshrined as a god. If such information were to reach the idols, along with some degree of credibility—what would that guy do?
“That guy” being the one who had the nerve to kick the side of my face. Mikejima Madara.
The faith that he abandoned everything in order to desperately try and destroy suddenly having a revival in the far reaches of the south…Knowing that, he wouldn’t be able to remain calm.
Even if he has to throw everything away, he might fly all the way to Okinawa to ascertain the truth.
While he’s wasting his energy like that, the “Boss’s Secret” that he’s been chasing will slip right through the cracks of his fingers—
That’s why I’m raising this false alarm—to keep Mikejima Madara in check.
I had thought that if such misinformation were conveyed to Morisawa Chiaki, he would be in a position to contact Mikejima Madara, but…
It’s gone terribly.
It seems as though Morisawa has developed a subconscious level of distaste and rejection towards ES and the agency due to the discord that surrounded the recent Comet Show.
I heard that Morisawa was the type of person who’s honest to a fault, so I thought that he would believe the misinformation and act without taking a moment to question it. But he’s surprisingly cautious and quick-thinking.
He’s not the idiot hero that the public sees him as or that his looks suggest after all, hm?
What a pain in the ass. Absolutely nothing is going according to plan.
I don’t have the sensibility to think such a thing as “it’s exactly the unexpectedness that makes it interesting.”
Any more than this will certainly not stop my discomfort level from increasing, so I’ll leave my intervention in Okinawa here.
I’ve sown the seeds, and if they sprout well, we’ll reap the profits—
For the time being, the preliminary rounds in Okinawa are proceeding exactly as planned, and tremendously in line with my ideal.
I don’t want to spoil everything by intervening in a strange matter either, so as long as nothing happens, it should be fine to leave things to chance from here on out.
In war, the strongest take the victory, and the strongest survive. Ahh, just like that, you idols.
This is what SS is for; this is worthy of idols.
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TL Notes:
1: This is a reference to a children’s tale, “The King With Donkey Ears.” In this tale, there is a king with donkey ears, which he is ashamed of, and his hairdresser is the only one who knows of these ears. The king threatens to send the hairdresser to prison if he reveals this secret to others. In this scenario, Anzu is like the hairdresser—Gatekeeper holds power over her through the form of their agreement, so she cannot speak out of turn, or she will face consequences.