Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 240 - 161: Champion Fushimi Roku

Chapter 240: Chapter 161: Champion Fushimi Roku

Kazama Tatsuya shouldered his messenger bag, and as he entered the train station, passersby made way for him. When he boarded the train, high school students in uniforms stood up to offer their seats for the disabled. For the first time, he found Japan’s manners to be annoying.

Ignoring others, he held the handrail with one hand and took the train back to Sugamo.

After staying in Hokkaido for over a month, returning to Tokyo felt like a different world. Kazama Tatsuya pushed open his front door to find a thin layer of dust covering the furniture inside. He stood in the entryway without entering the living room and bent down to pick up the mail piled below the mail slot.

Using his ring finger and middle finger to hold the stack, he quickly flipped through it with his index finger and thumb, discarding advertisements onto the floor and picking out overdue bills. As he skimmed to the last one, his fingers suddenly stopped.

The last piece of mail was a property contract from the Yin Style Dojo. As a Grandmaster entrusted with the complete transmission, Kazama Chihime naturally had the qualification to establish a dojo. According to inheritance law, the dojo belonged to Kazama Tatsuya.

Having read the property contract, Kazama Tatsuya said nothing and still did not enter the living room. He turned around with the bag and knocked on the door next door.

Faint shouts from A-jun could be heard behind the door. Kazama Tatsuya glanced at his watch and knocked again.

The door on the left suddenly opened, and Shirakawa Miki, claiming to be the apartment manager, inquired what Kazama Tatsuya needed. He answered truthfully, saying he was coworkers with this tenant and had arranged to meet today.

"Ah, what a coincidence, they went out," Shirakawa Miki replied with a smile. "If it’s not urgent, I can relay a message for you..."

"No need."

Kazama Tatsuya declined bluntly and called Fushimi Roku to ask where they were. Fushimi Roku reported the shooting range location and casually asked what he had found. Kazama Tatsuya did not answer and hung up the phone.

He didn’t head straight to the shooting range, instead detouring to the Yin Style Dojo first.

The nameplate and stone steps had not been cleaned for a long time, covered with moss. The main entrance was sealed, so Kazama Tatsuya went around to the backyard, where a wind chime hung on the porch. The deer scarer was broken, water flowed with a rush, and the past sounds of bamboo swords swinging were like fleeting illusions.

He slid open the door track, entered the dojo, traversed the wooden corridor, and found Kazama Chihime’s nameplate in the break room. He pried open the locker with a single hand using a wire—inside were a Sword Dao uniform, a wooden sword, and a family portrait.

Kazama Tatsuya took the photo and slipped it into his wallet.

He took a taxi to the shooting range, paid the range fee, and the receptionist had a staff member lead him. The two walked one after the other through the indoor range in the large shed, heading to the outdoor practice area. Not far along, they heard gunshots and faint exclamations from a safety officer.

As they turned a corner of the barrier, they saw Minamoto Tamako wearing protective glasses, holding a gun with both hands and tilting her head to aim at the metal target. Opposite her, about ten meters away, Fushimi Roku stood with a sword drawn, posing in the Iaido Slash stance.

"What is this..."

The staff noticed the safety officer looking incredulous, with their protective glasses pushed up, hands on hips, occasionally scratching their head—an expression meme in the making.

The staff wanted to remind them that standing in front of the muzzle was dangerous, but before he could speak, the gun fired. Minamoto Tamako pulled the trigger—and at the same instant, or more precisely, before Minamoto Tamako pulled the trigger, Fushimi Roku abruptly drew his sword, sunlight reflected for a frame, nearly blinding the staff member.

The gunshot and bullet impact sounds blended into one, with the bullet remnants splitting apart above and below, narrowly grazing Fushimi Roku’s left arm, landing on rocks and deadwood with two crisp clinks, stirring up a small spray of dust.

Not only was the staff stunned, but even Kazama Tatsuya caught his breath. Fushimi Roku flicked his sword with a flourish, sheathing it, and in Kazama Tatsuya’s eyes, his figure overlapped with Kazama Chihime’s.

...They were exactly the same.

Not only was the motion of sheathing the sword identical, but the breathing rhythm was as well—even the small habit of using the thumb’s side to brace the sword guard was the same.

Kazama Tatsuya was momentarily speechless.

On the other side, Minamoto Tamako removed her protective glasses, her face equally shocked.

They had already tried dozens of times, and Fushimi Roku had only succeeded once. Minamoto Tamako thought it was a fluke, feeling indignant. No matter how lousy her shooting skills were, they shouldn’t affect the bullet’s speed, right?

Completely unexpected, he succeeded again now, averaging a hit every thirty shots—claiming it’s blind luck seemed far-fetched.

This wasn’t scientific!

"It must be another coincidence!" Minamoto Tamako exclaimed. "We’ve tried so many times; you just have better luck!"

"Again."

Fushimi Roku didn’t argue, lest it affect his Heart Flow state. He still couldn’t fully release and retract his nerves, needing to stay constantly tense to barely anticipate Minamoto Tamako’s shooting action.

Upon hearing this, Minamoto Tamako put her protective glasses back on, raised the gun muzzle, and carefully aimed at the metal target to Fushimi Roku’s left side, to avoid accidentally shooting him dead...

Honestly, when she first heard such a request, Minamoto Tamako’s instinct was to refuse. No matter how you put it, this was too dangerous. What if she accidentally blew Mr. Fu Jian’s head off? Wouldn’t she become a criminal?

Fushimi Roku had to coax her, promising to pay with a Redemption Voucher, but Minamoto Tamako still wouldn’t agree. Only when Fushimi Roku donned a bulletproof vest did she reluctantly consent... as long as it wasn’t rapid firing, she was quite confident in her shooting skills.

Now, Minamoto Tamako held her breath, staring for nearly two minutes. The others grew impatient with waiting before she finally pulled the trigger.

Another gunshot rang out, and Fushimi Roku swiftly drew his sword; sparks flickered as the bullet grazed the blade.

He didn’t split it.

"Again."

Fushimi Roku showed no discouragement and attempted over a dozen more times.

Kazama Tatsuya stood by the edge of the barrier, observing. The staff member had no intention of leaving and quietly called colleagues through a walkie-talkie to witness the spectacle. Unknowingly, a crowd had gathered around the range.

Fushimi Roku stayed focused, his gaze fixed on Minamoto Tamako, who fired again. The sound of drawing a sword suddenly echoed as the bullet split in two amidst a flash of fire.

The crowd gasped, as if watching a performance, and burst into applause.

Minamoto Tamako could no longer deceive herself.

She lowered the gun, eyes wide, wondering how the gap between people could be this vast. She could understand some people being naturally strong and athletic, but this talent was too overwhelming, wasn’t it?

Could Mr. Fu Jian be a born Sword Master? Just like Miyamoto Musashi, who at thirteen could slay seasoned swordsmen, it’s like he’s blessed by the heavens...

Minamoto Tamako’s self-confidence was severely damaged.

It’s one thing for Mr. Fu Jian to have talent, but he secretly trained behind her back... practicing not only swordsmanship but also studying legal terms, researching culinary skills, improving social abilities, and even having the energy to infiltrate a cult for investigations!

How could a person push themselves this hard?

She thought she was diligent enough, but compared to Mr. Fu Jian, she seemed like the one slacking off!