Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 42 I Want to Go Home!

Chapter 42: Chapter 42 I Want to Go Home!

Not just the cadets, even the instructors saw it.

The skull stood on the cervical vertebra, not hanging and spinning around but trembling rhythmically. It sat quietly deep in the dim cave, like a silent watcher.

A few cadets were about to go to urinate together, and seeing this scene, they suddenly leaked a few drops.

According to the usual detective novel routine, by now a cadet should suddenly jump out to act as a narrator, quickly saying they suddenly thought of a bizarre legend about the resurrection of cave skeletons, or perhaps they had heard of local villagers having customs of worshipping skeletons, forcibly creating a wave of horror, insisting it was legendary murder, monster murder, or superpower murder...

But reality is so dull, the cadets couldn’t even fart, and the instructors looked at each other, hesitating whether to step forward to check the situation.

"Speaking of which, where’s Instructor Shirota..." someone in the crowd asked.

The group looked around and then realized the backbone was missing.

They hurriedly lifted the vines at the cave entrance, intending to go out and call for help. But the mist in the mountains was as thick as slurry, and when they shouted a few times, no one responded, only the ethereal and cold echo replied.

Just as everyone was at a loss, vague human voices came from the misty forest.

At first, it was faint, but after waiting a while, the voices gradually became clear, seeming like a man and a woman talking.

"I’m not saying I want to, actually I didn’t plan to, but I still have to say, why drag me here?"

"As a member of the detective team, you have to be present!"

"When did I join your team?"

"You’re my partner; you automatically join..."

...

Miu recognized it was Minamoto Tamako’s voice; Yoshimura Yu also recognized it was Fushimi Roku’s voice. Under the surprised gaze of everyone, the two figures broke through the thick fog, slowly walking towards the cave.

Fushimi Roku was wearing a windbreaker, with earmuffs on his head, supporting Minamoto Tamako as they walked on the snowy mountain path. The latter, having just recovered from a serious illness, wrapped herself like a ball for warmth, with tiny crystal sweat beads on her small nose tip.

Originally, Fushimi Roku didn’t want to come. Who would want to run into the mountains on such a cold day? It seemed like he was fussy about the system reward of lv1 pistol proficiency.

If he really liked shooting, he would’ve already had his fill at the police academy shooting range, or he wouldn’t be nearing graduation without even leveling up a basic shooting skill.

However, the point remains, what Minamoto Tamako offered was too tempting.

He planned to call it quits after this job; after graduation, the two would most likely head to different police boxes, and by then, he wouldn’t be able to receive Minamoto Tamako’s partner fee anymore. Seizing the chance to earn a bit more now seemed like a reasonable move.

Besides, Fushimi Roku was quite interested in complex cases. Since there was a chance to witness a ’Detective Conan’ investigation up close, going with the flow wasn’t a bad idea... Of course, he changed his mind after going up the mountain, much like a student losing interest during a scorching summer break outing.

Minamoto Tamako squinted her eyes and raised her hand to make a monkey-watching-away gesture: "Hmm? Why does it seem like there are many people?"

The two got closer and saw a group of old classmates with unfriendly expressions standing at the cave entrance. Fushimi Roku proactively smiled and greeted them, "Yo! Good afternoon, everyone, have you eaten?"

Before he finished speaking, Yoshimura Yu suddenly rushed over, grabbed his collar with both hands, and shouted at him, "How dare you come back, you despicable person? It’s all your fault—"

"Let go." Fushimi Roku interrupted.

"What?" Yoshimura Yu gritted his teeth fiercely and his eyes bulged. He couldn’t understand how this guy could be so indifferent, "If I don’t let go, what can you do? If it came to a fair fight, how could I lose to a weakling like you?!"

Minamoto Tamako hurriedly said, "Ah, don’t fight! We’re all classmates here; let’s sit down and calmly discuss any disagreements..." She stood aside at a loss, and no one took her words seriously.

Both cadets and instructors, everyone present harbored more or less resentment towards Fushimi Roku. Seeing Yoshimura Yu make a move, surprisingly, no one stepped forward to mediate—Miu had the thought but not the courage.

Moreover, in the ’martial’ police academy, students inclined more towards Yoshimura Yu’s call for ’a fair fight’, particularly despising the use of deceit or underhanded tricks. If one were a real man, they should stand in a battle with full force for personal honor; this is the so-called spirit of the Samurai.

"Take your hands off," Fushimi Roku’s mood was already bad, and now it reached the lowest point: "Don’t make me repeat myself a third time."

"Ah?!" Yoshimura Yu reached to pull Fushimi Roku’s hair: "I told you, what can you do if I don’t let go? If you have the guts, force my hand off—"

Before he finished speaking, Fushimi Roku suddenly twisted his arm joint sharply, with a crisp cracking sound, his elbow was bent backward into an alarming arc.

Before he could scream, Fushimi Roku captured his neck, locked his right leg behind his knee, and exerted strength at his waist to slam him heavily into the snow.

Just as Yoshimura Yu was about to lift his head, his back of the head suddenly sank, and Fushimi Roku stomped on his head saying, "I have never heard of such a request in my life."

Humiliated repeatedly, Yoshimura Yu’s face turned red, and he roared, flipping around with all his might. Unfortunately, Fushimi Roku kicked his other elbow, another crisp sound echoed, and his other arm dislocated too, leaving him lying on the ground bemoaning.

Snowflakes whirled, the forest was deathly quiet, and everyone watched with widened eyes.

Can Fushimi be so good at fighting...?

But why does this grappling move look so familiar? Only Instructor Sakurai was known to use grappling skills to break the cadets’ arms, right?

"Enough!"

A reprimand came from the forest, Shirata Masahiro parted the low, withered branches, walked over with a face full of anger, and said, "I step away for a little while and you cause trouble again!"

Seeing the backbone return, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Shirata Masahiro nudged Yoshimura Yu with his foot, telling him to stand up and not lie around and lose face. The latter sobbed bitterly, looking utterly disillusioned, mumbling, "I want to go home..."

"You’re the class monitor, don’t embarrass yourself here! Moreover, you initiated the fight—"

Before Shirata Masahiro could finish, Yoshimura Yu stretched his neck and yelled at him, "Forget the class monitor! You just make me do chores all the time!"

"I’ve had enough! Since you want me to quit school, why make me participate in the drills?! I want to take a car back now, and file a complaint against you! My father is the dean, just wait to be fired!"

When a cadet is injured during the exam, the exam should be suspended, and they should be prioritized for treatment. However, given the current isolated situation, Yoshimura Yu could only rely on his own legs to walk down the mountain, yet the instructors couldn’t say it outright.

Shirata Masahiro squatted down, reattached Yoshimura Yu’s dislocated arm, and used a stick to secure it simply, letting him exit like a man with some dignity.

Yoshimura Yu refused, ever since Shirata Masahiro announced changes in allocation rules, he bore a grudge. Since he was dropping out anyway, he finally could lash out openly, venting his long-pent-up anger on the instructor, blushing and neck bruising, cursing ’Kuso yarō’.

After some curses, he suddenly realized something and said, "You—you instructors, don’t you have a car to get down the mountain?"

Upon hearing this, the instructors went silent, and the cadets immediately erupted.