"Thank goodness for watching some Polish movies", thought Haruka. It was Saturday night, and instead of having some semblance of life, like watching movies, indulging in hobbies, or even going to sleep early, she was watching two old men, drinking like they were in their twenties, not good after sixty. She could just put her polished Polish face on, and pretend she was not here, or hearing any of their talk, up to the moment she will be needed.
The men in question were probably the most important men at this point of time - Prime Minister and Mr CEO.
"You just don't understand, Mr CEO", said the Prime Minister while deeply sighing. "Whole life I was complaining about politicians making this country worse. Even when I was a politician, my whole point was complaining. But now? I'm prime minister, and I don't have anyone to complain about. If someone has the power of fixing this country it will be me", he said with deep sadness in his voice. He took a shot of sake, and let out another deep sigh.
Mr CEO didn't like that. He absolutely hated it when the Prime Minister was starting to drink this sadly, the whole night was wasted. He needed to act quickly to change mood.
"What about youth?" asked Mr CEO. "We can always complain about young people."
"That reminds me, did I show you the new photos? Yuki-chan just started school! She looked so adorable!", the Prime Minister said while taking out his phone to show his friend pictures. Yuki-chan was indeed adorable, with a school bag half her size and smiling brightly. Now Mr CEO started to get irritated. The Prime Minister's granddaughter was so small and adorable, while his own granddaughter started a rebellious phase of her development, and didn't want to talk to him. She said she was in her "activist era" and she "cannot support old and evil corporations". But he knew his Kōdai Group wasn't evil, it was just japanese.
"That reminds me, how's Emi-chan"? Mr CEO just frowned. Seeing this, the Prime Minister understood that the topic was kinda touchy, quickly took another sip, and said:
"Teens, huh?". They both sighed in unison.
"You know what she told me recently? She is, I mean, was, fan of these kinds of books, where they summon heroes to another world, and the Hero saves the world, while having a lot of adventures, and…"
"Oooooh, summoning a hero! We should do that!" The Prime Minister shouted with delight. Haruka let a deep sigh inwards, while tucking her short black hair behind her ears. She knew this was going to be a long night.
About half an hour and two bottles of sake later, the Prime Minister and Mr CEO were observing how the staff of the hotel and some of the Mr CEO's employees were lighting atmospheric candles, and putting on ominous music from hidden speakers. They were writing summoning circles and mystic symbols that, to the watchful eyes of Haruka, looked totally like an illustration from the light novel the granddaughter of Mr CEO was reading. How did she know which was the light novel Mr CEO granddaughter was talking about? That was because she was highly competent. And maybe because there were quite some resources for her, as a highly competent and the most trusted of Prime Minister's assistants. Definitely not because she actually enjoyed reading trashy light novels, based on web novels, in her very rare spare time.
"So, what do you think, who will we summon? I hope for Oda Nobunaga", said the Prime Minister.
"Oda Nobunaga is likely someone who would burn a country just to rebuild it. Maybe Tokugawa Ieyasu?"
"I like your style, ya old dog" laughed the Prime Minister. He was not the youngest and while his endurance was commendable, sake started to take its toll.
Meanwhile, the whole room shook a little. Haruka lit 6 candles and put them all in their place. She was reading the description of the ritual, knowing that this was all pointless, but at the end of the day, the Prime Minister liked to feel like he did something. And because she was the best at her work, she would do it to the letter.
"Sir, we're ready", she announced seriously. "We need to define six problems, and ask the heavens to send a hero to help us. After that, we pray, and if the ritual works, havens will send us a hero".
"A great hero!" exclaimed the Prime Minister and took a sip. "I would like to have someone, who will save Japan from peril! Like why is this room so small? We should build a great and big Japan! And why don't young women want to have children? I want to see more children in the parks! And… I don't know. Mr CEO?"
"I want my granddaughter to talk to me again", said grumpily. "I mean… For lesser elder isolation and for the end of the succession crisis in companies.
"Yeah, that's a good one! Do we have all six?"
Haruka sighed inwardly. She just wanted to go home, or to have more power instead of these two old morons just wasting her time on a Saturday night.
"If this is all, let's pray."
Mr CEO looked like he would fall asleep any minute now. The Prime minister was on the other part of the drunk spectrum, with the unhealthy excitement of a child waiting for dessert. And then 5 minutes past, 10 minutes past, from where Mr CEO sat, quiet snores started to emerge.
The Prime Minister looked absolutely devastated. He stood up, brushed invisible dust off his suit, and took a deep breath, when there was a sudden quake in the whole room that woke up Mr CEO! And then, through the ceiling somebody crashed right into the center of the summoning circle.
A lot of things happened at the same time. The Prime Minister started to yell "we did it! We summoned the hero!". Bodyguards immediately jumped on both the prime minister and Mr CEO, like they were two rugby balls. Mr CEO started yelling at the Prime Minister that he shouldn't have made building earthquake regulations softer. Haruka ran with in her high heels to the middle of the summoning circle to look who just crashed in, and a blonde Jens Sorensen looked at Haruka and stammered:
"Am I an angel? Cause I hurt from heaven"