Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 119 - 41: Cohabitation Life is Just Around the Corner

Chapter 119: Chapter 41: Cohabitation Life is Just Around the Corner

The days of working at the small police box were coming to an end, and it seemed like everyone was about to say their goodbyes.

Although they had been together for less than a month, Minamoto Tamako always regarded Kazama as a mentor and Watanabe Shun as a respected senior. The thought of them soon getting promotions and transfers made Minamoto Tamako happy for them, yet a little melancholy.

As Mama promised, another new police box was erected in the Sugamo district, with two posts built at the beginning and end of the street. Category B trainees at the police academy need to study for ten months, and the expansion of Sugamo coincided with the allocation of fresh police academy graduates, introducing new faces to both the old and new police boxes.

The apartment massacre case and gang riot case were successfully concluded, and Taira Sakurako retrieved the Noh mask she longed for. Within the Inakawa Association, under Ishii Takamasa’s reorganization, stability gradually returned.

Additionally, after timely rescue and with only a small intake of substances, Sazaki Gen managed to cheat death. Upon his discharge from the hospital, he sent Fushimi Roku a box of solid mochi, accompanied by a business card of a finance (money laundering) company.

No feast lasts forever; after the commendation meeting, Fushimi Roku received an exceptional promotion and was transferred to the criminal police department. The police box dormitory was running out of space, turning single rooms into double beds, so he and Taira Sakurako had to rent a two-bedroom apartment near the East Sugamo Mall.

On the day of departure, Minamoto Tamako cried her eyes out.

...

The next day, Fushimi Roku returned.

After reporting back to the police station, he finally understood why Kujo Yua had made a bet with his daughter.

The so-called initial training refers to new patrol officers learning basic criminal investigation knowledge and skills, such as criminology, criminal procedure law, on-site investigation techniques, evidence analysis and identification, interrogation, and questioning skills, to lay the foundation for promotion to criminal police in the future—in other words, although he had been transferred to the criminal police department and received a criminal police officer’s badge, the badge would have the word "intern" underneath.

In other words, it’s a grind.

Every year, patrol officers undergo initial training, but to become regular, they must pass the civil service promotion exam, promotion training, training points, etc. during the training period—in summary, without a high educational background or good connections, it’s basically an errand experience card at the police station.

This is also a new policy by the Japan Metropolitan Police Department in recent years to supplement police forces, which will definitely be canceled once the backbone of the gangs is broken.

With someone from above making a nod, the Toyota District Police Station naturally couldn’t let Fushimi Roku smoothly complete his training. They didn’t give him a hard time but instead transferred him to guard the Sugamo post.

Twelve-hour shifts a day, weekends off, salary unchanged, and report to the superior in case of emergencies.

Honestly, Fushimi Roku was quite satisfied.

This was his ideal life as a patrol officer, sitting with his legs crossed in the post every day, getting a salary without doing anything, occasionally watching thugs brawl, hooligans rob, and delinquent teens harass high school girls. If bored, he’d call the police box or the station to report, without even needing to handle it himself... It’s just too awesome!!

In comparison, Minamoto Tamako became the Hurry King.

"If this continues, won’t you be unable to handle a single case when your training period ends?!"

In response to Minamoto Tamako’s urging, Fushimi Roku acknowledged the seriousness of this issue but helplessly sprawled on the lounger in the post, goofing off.

In order to win the bet, Minamoto Tamako gave it her all. She reported to Director Moriki, applying to go on duty at the post with Fushimi Roku, just to catch a major crime.

A subordinate voluntarily requesting overtime, Moriyama Yasurou naturally wouldn’t refuse.

Thus, the small post became a double post, with Minamoto Tamako on duty during the day and patrolling at night.

Not even a day in, Minamoto Tamako couldn’t hold up, occupying Fushimi Roku’s lounger and dozing off in the post.

Upon waking up at night, Minamoto Tamako was especially regretful, hating herself for not being strong. She asked Fushimi Roku to supervise her the next day, making sure she wouldn’t sleep in again and to wake her when she felt drowsy. Fushimi Roku thumped his chest and assured her, and the next day, Minamoto Tamako again slept from morning to night, with Fushimi Roku considerately covering her with a blanket.

"This can’t be right! At this rate, we’re sure to lose!" Minamoto Tamako lamented without tears.

She sat on the lounger, hair messy, wrapped in a blanket, staring out at the sparsely populated street through the post’s glass window.

Outside, it was pitch black, with only the light from the post shining on the street.

Fushimi Roku sat next to Minamoto Tamako, leaning against the wall with his feet on the table, flipping through the latest issue of the manga "Sword Wind Legend," and casually said, "Isn’t Sugamo’s peace a good thing? Besides, this is Tokyo’s urban area, it’s impossible to have daily murder incidents."

"That’s true." Minamoto Tamako said, frowning.

Lately, a Heavenly Punishment Group emerged, claiming to be ’chivalrous,’ confronting criminals who steal and rob with clubs, disrupting Sugamo’s crime atmosphere. Plus, with the internal reorganization of the Inakawa Association, some operations stopped, and some people went missing, making Sugamo peaceful for a time.

Beep-beep-beep——

The small clock on the table chimed; it was time for Fushimi Roku to get off work. He dog-eared the manga, stretched, clocked out on the machine at the door, and earned another day’s salary.

Tonight Minamoto Tamako was on leave and didn’t have to work the night shift; she planned to visit Taira Sakurako.

After Fushimi Roku packed up his belongings and locked the post’s door, Minamoto Tamako followed him, bringing up the matter: "I haven’t seen Sakurako in a while, I miss her... Can I visit her tonight?"

"Come over if you feel like it; Sakurako’s been thinking about you too." Fushimi Roku tucked the manga under his arm, switched on the flashlight, and lit up the road.

"Eh? What’s she been saying about me?" Minamoto Tamako asked.

"She wants you to move in and share a room with her." Fushimi Roku stated honestly.

"Really? Wouldn’t it be too much trouble if I moved in?"

Minamoto Tamako now had a female roommate, a fresh graduate who tossed socks and didn’t wash underwear, and snored thunderingly at night. Minamoto Tamako, with her keen sense of smell and hearing, found it unbearable and had long considered moving out.

"If you’re willing to take care of Sakurako, that would be great, as she’s a girl, and there are some things I’m not quite suitable for." Fushimi Roku paused, adding, "Provided you don’t mind."

"Mind what?" Minamoto Tamako didn’t get it.

"Living with me, people might think we’re cohabiting." Fushimi Roku glanced at her.

"Ah? That’s true..." Minamoto Tamako blushed a bit, but when she thought of the biological weapon in the dormitory, she suddenly thought idle chatter was nothing: "We’re not even sharing the same room, we lived together at the police box dorm before, right? As long as we have a clear conscience, let others talk as they please!"

"I’m fine either way, it’s up to you." Fushimi Roku said.

Minamoto Tamako had no objections, so the decision was made; she would move the next morning.

The two walked side by side on the quiet street, Minamoto Tamako in a great mood, humming as she walked.

Not far away, at the alley entrance at the street’s end, a woman in a coat turned the corner, walking her dog toward them.

As they got closer, the dog became increasingly restless. Fushimi Roku shone his flashlight, and its pupils reflected a red light, sharp fangs already bared.

Just four or five steps away, the Saint Bernard drooled heavily, growling and snarling at Minamoto Tamako. The woman tried to soothe her dog, but with little effect, and could only pull back with an apologetic look, pulling the leash as she retreated.

Minamoto Tamako was a bit frightened, stepping back instinctively.

At that moment, the Saint Bernard lunged forward, and the woman couldn’t hold it back, being pulled to the ground instead. The massive dog, weighing over 140 pounds, leaped at her, jaws wide open.