Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 111 - 33 Kujo Yua

Chapter 111: Chapter 33 Kujo Yua

In Tokyo, evening snow began to fall lightly again, swirling under the neon lights. It was Saturday, and the streets became lively, with lanterns in front of the izakayas reflecting on the snowy ground.

The drunks gathered in small groups, leaning against the street fences, loudly discussing the recent amusing events, with occasional bursts of laughter echoing from the crowd.

"Have you heard? The Heavenly Punishment Group has appeared on East Street again recently..."

"Eh... Like that serial killer? Why not call it Heavenly Execution?"

"How would I know? They say the killer is a vigilante, killing villains and upholding justice..."

"It’s laughable, like hippies staging a naked parade to promote a rebellious spirit..."

...

As they were chatting, a car turned onto the street, passing through the crossing, its high beams glaring and causing them to squint. The drunks exchanged knowing glances, chuckled coldly, flicked away their cigarette butts, and swaggered over with their hands in their pockets.

The man leading the group wore a cotton mask, stood in the middle of the street, and forced the car to stop. He pulled out a butterfly knife from his pocket, curling his tongue as he yelled, "What do you want?! Who allowed you to park in the middle of the road? Don’t you know it causes trouble for others?!"

The driver did not get out but honked the horn instead.

"You bastard! You dare look down on us!" yelled the masked man, signaling his companions to puncture the car’s tires as per their usual practice. However, after waiting a moment, no one followed him. Looking back, he saw everyone had scattered, realizing something was amiss.

The masked man retreated two steps, avoiding the high beams, and saw the Toyota Crown logo, with the words ’Police Department’ painted in black on the side door, and a police car warning light on top.

He turned and tried to run.

He hadn’t taken more than two steps when there was a sharp ’snap’ behind him. Before he could turn his head, intense pain struck his back, and the strong tingling sensation made him collapse to the ground, twitching.

The police car circled around and stopped beside the masked man.

The car door opened, and a woman’s pointed leather shoe sank into the snow. Above it, a slender ankle, its shape defined by black straight-leg trousers.

The masked man had just raised his head when he was kicked, the heel smashing onto his nose, and blood splattered onto the snow. Holding his nose and screaming miserably, he caught a glimpse of the perpetrator out of the corner of his eye.

She was tall, estimated over 177 cm, wearing black gloves, the hem of her trench coat fluttering. The buttons on the front of her coat were undone, revealing a neat black and white police uniform.

The masked man met her gaze. Her features were deep and well-defined, her eyes betraying a sense of weary satisfaction and a nihilistic apathy.

Stepping on the masked man’s back, she pulled down a metal probe, flipped her wrist, and retracted the electrodes of the stun gun.

"Officer, I meant no harm... I just wanted to say the roads are slippery in the snow, and remind you to drive carefully..."

Stammering in his defense, the masked man watched as the female officer flicked her coat open and pulled handcuffs from her waist, tossing them before him.

"Cuff yourself," ordered the female officer.

The masked man gritted his teeth, gripping the butterfly knife, plotting to give her a scare and make his escape. Just as he attempted to stand, his leg was kicked out from under him, and he fell again, off-balance.

The female officer stood her ground, not even sparing the masked man a direct glance. She took out a ladies’ cigarette from her coat pocket and looked over to the street where a koban was located not far away.

The assistant got out from the passenger seat, shielding the flame as he lit her cigarette. Turning away, she spat out the cigarette and glanced askance at the assistant, who appeared nervous, unsure of what mistake he had made.

"Take him to the station," instructed the female officer.

"But you..."

"I have my own feet," she interrupted.

The assistant nodded, dragging the masked man into the police car. Before leaving, she leaned out the car window and said, "I’ll be back in ten minutes..."

"Take your time, no rush," the female officer folded her coat over herself, tied the belt, and began walking toward the koban.

The assistant opened her mouth to speak but, watching her retreating figure, chose silence, lightly pressing the gas pedal as she drove the police car through Sugamo District.

...

Moriyama Yasurou tensed up at the sound of knocking on the door. She instinctively glanced at her watch—there was still time, and she let out a sigh of relief.

Probably Watanabe Shun returning, as that guy had paged half an hour ago, saying he was on his way. Fushimi Roku had volunteered to pick him up, yet there had been no return for nearly three hours, claiming he was still on the way.

"Baka! Where did you two actually disappear to—"

Moriyama Yasurou abruptly stopped scolding, as if someone had choked her.

Standing before the door, a female officer brushed the snow off her shoulder, swiftly adjusted her police cap, revealed a distant smile, and in a calm tone said, "It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Kujo Yua, Deputy Director of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. You can call me Kujo or Yua."

Moriyama Yasurou was genuinely flattered, not expecting Minamoto Tamako’s mother to look so young, probably only in her early thirties... Had it not been for the heavy fatigue she bore, she might have appeared even more youthful.

Standing at attention, Moriyama Yasurou saluted respectfully, then cautiously inquired if there had been a change in the schedule. Normally, the Police Chief should first inspect the station, received personally by the Chief, while the koban staff merely followed suit, having no privilege to summon the Chief personally.

Kujo Yua removed her gloves, folding them into her coat pocket. She rubbed her hands together, breathed warmth into her palms, and smiled, saying, "Just came to warm up, not in a hurry for the station."

Moriyama Yasurou understood, quickly turning to have Kazama Tatsuya go upstairs to fetch some tea, then personally brought a chair for the Chief, motioned Minamoto Tamako with an eye signal to get a heater.

Minamoto Tamako didn’t catch on to the director’s hint and felt extremely nervous. She never expected the visiting Police Chief to be Mama—having always been too busy to attend her birthdays and graduation ceremonies, now finding time for a visit... No, no, Tamako, you mustn’t think this way! Mama is here for work, to improve the safety of Sugamo District with her own hands! It’s work time, and I can’t have Mama looking down on me!

Minamoto Tamako snapped to attention with a salute, greeting the Chief.

Kujo Yua did not return the salute. She removed her coat, draping it over the back of her chair, took her time sitting down, extending her hands for warmth. Minamoto Tamako stood by stiffly, her salute hand refusing to drop, the air thick with an atmosphere even more terrifying than a chaotic scene.

Kazama Tatsuya held two cups of tea, the former elite criminal police now reduced to serving drinks. He stood at the stairway, hesitant to approach; Moriyama Yasurou, reading the atmosphere, believed Chief Kujo wasn’t here for official matters, seized an excuse to slip upstairs, dragging Kazama Tatsuya along, leaving space for a private mother-daughter talk.

The ground floor hall fell silent.

Minamoto Tamako’s hand ached. She had just begun to relax her arm when Kujo Yua said, "Did I say you could lower it?"