Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 112 - 34 I’m Not a Fool

Chapter 112: Chapter 34 I’m Not a Fool

Dammit, is Mama here to give me a hard time? Or is she angry about me asking for an advance on my allowance?

Minamoto Tamako was well aware of her mother’s opposition to her being a police officer. The two had a big argument over it, leading to a year-long cold war that was still ongoing.

Although Minamoto Tamako occasionally sent sincere letters to Kujo Yua, the latter never responded. So, in reality, it was a one-sided cold war. Kujo Yua would only show her a friendly face if Tamako apologized and resigned from her police job.

Hearing this, Minamoto Tamako also started sulking. She pouted her lips and continued to hold her salute.

The office fell silent again.

The low pressure lasted for almost half an hour. Kujo Yua didn’t speak, sitting upright on the bench with unfocused eyes, lost in thought. Minamoto Tamako also kept silent; during work, they were superior and subordinate, and she couldn’t speak if the superior didn’t.

Just as Minamoto Tamako was about to give in to the soreness, Kujo Yua sighed and said, "At ease."

"Yes!" Minamoto Tamako grimaced, lowered her hand, and stood straight with her arms by her sides.

"This doesn’t concern you; go upstairs and rest." Kujo Yua said.

Minamoto Tamako persisted, "My duty tonight is to receive the superior..."

"That’s an order." Kujo Yua interrupted with a tone that left no room for argument.

"Yes!"

Minamoto Tamako had no choice but to trot upstairs. As she turned at the hallway corner, she found Senior Kazama and the Director sitting on the stairs.

The latter made a ’shush’ gesture, signaling her to sit on the next step.

Looking puzzled, Minamoto Tamako complied, dusted off the step, and sat down obediently.

"Are you not getting along with Mama?" Director Moriki asked in a whisper.

Minamoto Tamako quietly explained the argument. Director Moriki listened, stretched out a "hmm" sound, and exchanged glances with Kazama Tatsuya before continuing, "Why don’t you try apologizing to Mama? Or maybe soften your stance..."

It would be best if you could help get Chief Kujo to approve more funding. The station in front of the intersection is so poor they’re about to close up shop.

Minamoto Tamako shook her head, knowing her mother too well: "It’s useless. Unless I resign, nothing I say will help."

"Have you tried communicating with her?"

Director Moriki quoted a line from a classic drama: "After all, words spoken without sincerity cannot be conveyed."

Minamoto Tamako hesitated. Thinking back, she realized she had indeed been quite impatient since Mama opposed her.

Although Mama also had an indifferent air, in any argument, someone has to make a concession, right? As a daughter, she ought to empathize with her hardworking mother.

With that thought, Minamoto Tamako stood up, ready to go downstairs for a heart-to-heart with Mama, and perhaps share the glorious tales of her time as a patrol officer. Maybe Mama would change her mind after listening and wouldn’t insist on her resignation... Did Mama even receive those letters?

Kazama Tatsuya pressed her shoulder, signaling her to sit back down, and softly said, "Chief Kujo isn’t here for you."

"Huh?"

Minamoto Tamako froze, thinking, am I overthinking this? Mama is clearly here for work! But then again, if she’s here for an inspection, why isn’t she asking Director Moriki to report on the district’s safety?

She turned her head to find Director Moriki wearing a mysterious auntie smile.

"What do you mean?" Minamoto Tamako didn’t understand. She sensed that the situation seemed a bit complicated.

Normally, Mama wouldn’t be this serious, nor would she wear formal clothes. In private, her tone was very gentle—Mama wasn’t here for work or to see her; then what was she here for?

Director Moriki nudged Kazama Tatsuya with his elbow, suggesting he page Fushimi Roku to see where he was. The latter’s thumbs flew over the keys, telling Fushimi Roku to forget about Watanabe Shun, that idiot, and hurry back to the station.

"I’m not an idiot."

The pager charged by the word count, and typing was awkward. Fushimi Roku wasn’t used to it and felt it was a rip-off from the operator, so he hadn’t bought one. That meant Kazama Tatsuya was paging Watanabe Shun, telling him to relay the message to Fushimi Roku.

"What are the two of them dawdling around with?" Moriyama Yasurou was almost gnashing his teeth.

Kazama Tatsuya also felt something was off. This long had passed, and they could have run three circles around the Sugamo district... Recalling that Watanabe Shun said he wanted to treat them to a high-end izakaya earlier this morning, Kazama had a bad premonition.

He relayed Moriyama Yasurou’s order, demanding they return to the station within ten minutes, or their pay would be docked.

Watanabe Shun still sent the same message: "On the way, almost there."

So, where were they exactly?

Opposite the station, in a narrow alley leading to the apartment, Fushimi Roku and Watanabe Shun were squatting with their butts sticking out, their hands buried in the snow, maintaining that posture without moving.

The pager beeped in his pocket. Trembling, Watanabe Shun pulled his right hand out of the snow and checked the pager, feeling uneasy: "The boss is urging us again... Is what we’re doing really going to work?"

"It’ll work, trust me."

Fushimi Roku didn’t look too good either, a thermos and a basin at his feet. Every hour, they poured a basin of hot water, pulling their hands from the snow to soak them in the hot water.

Watanabe Shun glanced at his watch. It was time. His hands were dead numb, so he had to clamp them under his armpits for a moment, then shakily poured the hot water.

Then, gritting his teeth, Watanabe Shun put his hands into the water, feeling a tingling sensation in his fingers. Excitedly, he shouted, "It worked! It worked!"

His hands were chapped, turning red as if frostbitten after being soaked in the hot water. Seeing this, Fushimi Roku also dipped his hands into the basin, soon covered in ’frostbite’ as well.

The two exchanged satisfied smiles.

"Are you ready?" Fushimi Roku asked.

"Already ready, let’s go!" Watanabe Shun stood up, took a deep breath, and turned his face: "Don’t hit my eyes!"

Fushimi Roku swung his fist wide and punched Watanabe Shun hard in the face. The punch landed with full force, and Watanabe Shun fell to the ground, almost blacking out and taking a while to recover.

"You jerk, were you serious?" Watanabe Shun clutched his face, feeling as if his molars had become loose.

"You have to go all the way when acting." Fushimi Roku said.

"Alright, it’s my turn, ready?" Watanabe Shun, holding back his anger, intended to punch back hard.

"I’ll pass," Fushimi Roku said, sitting on the ground, "Rolling on the ground a couple of times will do."

"What? That’s not what you said before!" Watanabe Shun became furious.

"Having only you injured makes you seem more heroic, right?" While saying this, Fushimi Roku rolled in the snow. After a while, he stood up, dusted off the snow on his clothes, looking all disheveled.

"Makes sense..." Watanabe Shun nodded but still felt a bit miffed.

"Alright, now’s not the time to haggle over this; you remember your lines, right?"

After ensuring Watanabe Shun was okay, Fushimi Roku patted his shoulder, tossed the thermos and basin into a street trash can, and the two headed towards the station.

Bam, Watanabe Shun charged through the station doors first, with Fushimi Roku following closely, supporting his shoulder. They staggered into the office like brothers in distress.

"Director, we were attacked while patrolling!!"

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