Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner
Chapter 86 - 8 Onboarding Gift

Chapter 86: Chapter 8 Onboarding Gift

Two hours later.

The police station office was lit with a warm yellow light, documents and files piled up on chairs, and a portable grill sizzled on the desk. Soft and bloody Wagyu beef was grilled to a mature brown, and the oden bubbled away.

Watanabe Shun used his teeth to pop open a beer bottle cap, raising his glass in cheer:

"Cheers!"

No one paid attention to him.

Fushimi Roku was deftly using his chopsticks to grab Wagyu beef into his own bowl. He cooked for the sheer joy of eating himself, naturally keeping the best food for himself first. The others were merely props to enhance the dining atmosphere; it would be a loss if he gave the good food away just for face;

Minamoto Tamako was also eating rice. She quietly picked the carrots out of the salmon and tossed them aside, chewing the fish together with a big mouthful of rice, feeling utterly satisfied! Moreover, the sweet and sour pork with the pork on the table was super delicious, sour and sweet, perfectly to her taste;

Kazama Tatsuya and Moriyama Yasurou were both very accommodating, coming as soon as they were called. One of them helped grill meat, and the other kept an eye on the temperature of the oden. When the grill dried, Kazama Tatsuya added some sesame oil; when thoroughly boiled, Moriyama Yasurou poured in some broth, working in perfect harmony.

Watanabe Shun reluctantly put down the beer bottle and said, "How can we have a dinner gathering without drinking? Boss, don’t you feel your mouth is dry?"

"I have work tomorrow." Kazama Tatsuya flipped over the Wagyu beef.

"Drinking a little gives everyone more drive to work! How could we not have a drink after work in the workplace? It’s a good chance to bond with colleagues..." Watanabe Shun raised his eyebrows and hinted at Director Moriki to help persuade them to drink.

The latter ignored him, casually taking out a newspaper, scooping a piece of large root for himself, eating while reading, looking like a cosmopolitan urban lady with refined tastes.

Seeing that he couldn’t persuade the boss, Watanabe Shun had to temporarily give up.

Minamoto Tamako, with her cheeks puffed out, couldn’t help but praise as she chewed, "I never thought Fushimi could cook! His skills are so great; he could start his own restaurant!"

Fushimi Roku casually made up a story: "Yes, my father wanted me to inherit the family izakaya, but I always wanted to be a police officer. We argued frequently. After he passed away, I regretted never apologizing to him in time."

It was the first time Minamoto Tamako heard Fushimi talk about his family, not expecting such explosive content right from the start.

Turning her thoughts, she considered her own situation with her mother. Her mother always hoped she’d become a doctor or a university professor, but she was determined to be a famous detective and police chief... after her mother passes away, would she regret it like Fushimi?

At this thought, the food in Minamoto Tamako’s mouth no longer tasted good.

Recent setbacks made her feel a bit lost about the future. The work of a patrol police officer wasn’t quite what she imagined, and what she did seemed less meaningful than she thought. Everyone thought they could push her around, and even an abandoned little girl looked down on her...

She felt desolate and couldn’t taste the food, but fortunately, Fushimi Roku changed the topic and continued, "Before my father passed away, he left me a note. In it, he encouraged me to do what I wanted, saying that keeping the izakaya was just his own obsession. It was after reading this note that I decided to apply to police school."

"Oh... so that’s how it is." Watanabe Shun believed his story.

He thought this junior was promising, held a high belief in the cause of police work, and would even risk getting dismissed to shoot scumbags in order to protect victims, truly embodying loyalty and filial piety together.

Although the boss always saw something wrong with this guy, as a subordinate, he naturally had to unconditionally side with the boss, but sometimes he did think the boss could be a bit too stubborn... After all, how could such an upright man be a murderer? Even if he did kill someone, there must be a justified reason, like Ushijima Saburo seeking justice through revenge.

At this thought, Watanabe Shun remembered that he forgot to mention the main thing.

He clapped his hands to attract everyone’s attention, then stood up, took out two packages, one big and one small, from his personal locker.

"The usual tradition, gifts for newcomers."

Watanabe Shun distributed the packages to Fushimi Roku and Minamoto Tamako, proudly saying, "The boss once gave me a gift for joining, and now it’s my turn to give you guys."

Fushimi Roku received the package and found its shape suspicious. It was quite elongated, a rectangular-shaped item.

He turned to see that Minamoto Tamako had already opened hers, a small square box containing a gold watch.

"Eh?!"

Minamoto Tamako was surprised.

Watanabe Shun quickly said, "It’s fake, it’s just sprayed with gold paint, not real gold. Senior members in the elite squad always give East University graduates a gold watch as a blessing for a bright future. I’m just following suit for good luck."

Everyone except Minamoto Tamako thought Watanabe Shun was brainless. Such a flashy gold watch, how could it possibly be worn outside? If they encountered a real criminal police officer from the Golden Watch Team, they might even be laughed at.

But Minamoto Tamako was delighted, feeling it was a sign of acknowledgment from her senior, meaning her hard work had been significant over this period.

Watanabe Shun urged Fushimi Roku to open his, who then tore open the black plastic wrapping, revealing a tachi inside.

The handle was bound with silk, depicting a diamond pattern, and dragons and tigers were carved on the hilt, vividly lifelike. Fushimi Roku couldn’t help but draw the blade. It revealed a cloud pattern with a cold gleam, not looking like a cheap item.

Watanabe Shun subconsciously glanced at the boss, saying guiltily, "This, this is also fake, haha, it hasn’t been sharpened, just a craftwork."

The Regulation of Firearms and Knives Control Act stipulates that blades longer than 15 cm are "controlled knives," and it’s illegal for ordinary citizens to possess them.

Others weren’t blind; even Minamoto Tamako could see that the blade’s sharpness seemed obviously honed.

"Write another seven-page self-reflection, make it a round number." Kazama Tatsuya said.

It seemed he had tacitly approved, and Moriyama Yasurou didn’t say anything either, she was focused on reading the newspaper.

As for Minamoto Tamako, she didn’t think much of it because her family had several similar art collections, appearing even sharper than this one. As long as they were registered and approved, they could be legally owned, nothing to make a fuss about.

Fushimi Roku nodded in gratitude, toasting Watanabe Shun as a sign of thanks.

If Watanabe Shun had a tail, it would certainly be wagging now. The junior toasting him made him feel particularly prestigious—thinking carefully, he was now a respected senior too!

With Fushimi Roku taking the lead, the atmosphere gradually warmed up. Minamoto Tamako secretly drained a few gulps of iced beer, her face slightly flushed. Watanabe Shun animatedly recounted his heroic deeds as a criminal police officer, occasionally persuading the boss to have a drink. Kazama Tatsuya, unable to bear the repeated nudges, symbolically poured himself a glass, and once the drinking started in a gathering, it hardly ended with just one glass.

"Let’s have the boss give a speech! Everyone, applause!" Watanabe Shun started clapping enthusiastically.

Fushimi Roku wanted to see him make a fool of himself, inciting Minamoto Tamako to clap along. Kazama Tatsuya felt overwhelmed, trying to shift the topic to Director Moriki to help out: "Anything interesting in the news lately? You’re so absorbed."

"There’s media coverage on the Sugamo Apartment massacre case."

Moriyama Yasurou folded the newspaper, held it with a teacup, and continued reading: "Our station is featured in the news too."

"Eh? Really... What does the news say?" Watanabe Shun leaned in curiously.

Moriyama Yasurou moved the plates aside and spread the newspaper on the table. Everyone looked down, with the glaring headline catching their attention:

「Tokyo Terror: Seventeen Lives Taken by the Demon, Mysterious Symbols Cause Public Outcry」