Having persuaded a spy girl to agree to have a good time and learn more, the next step was to persuade the spy girl's boss, Gin.
When faced with a problem, Ichijō Mirai never reacted passively, but he proactively responded to the problem by enthusiastically calling Gin's phone number.
He called Gin's number a dozen times.
As usual, Gin didn't answer the phone, looking like an enemy of the capitalists who had gotten a job, a paycheck, and the right to kill, but still had no shame in taking a break from his work and not working hard enough.
But he did answer the messages.
The first message was: [I see.]
The second message was ten minutes after the first: [Ujiyu Ruri is yours.]
Ichijō Mirai: "?"
How can this be!
He was proactive and enthusiastic: "A gentleman doesn't take a man's favor, so let's get to know each other better... it's Japan... it's normal".
After a few more minutes, Gin sent a third message: [...Ok...].
The fourth message was a happy acceptance of the invitation to go deeper together: [I'll take care of the people, and you'll receive the information.]
I'm glad.
Ichijō Mirai was touched, so he stopped tormenting him with this topic and started the second one: [Rum is still not answering my calls, do you have any idea about that?]
He thought Gin was probably busy, or catty.
Busy, so it takes a long time to get back to him in between work and work. And catty, so he had to take some time off to get back to him from his shut-eye.
[He's not in Tokyo and won't be back anytime soon.]
Another message followed: [Calvados's contact information, if you need anything, call her directly.]
'Please don't torture me anymore'.
Ichijō Mirai naturally ignored this illusory message, which was not worth caring about at all, and scrupulously corrected Gin's wording: [You mistyped apple brandy with a pseudonym.]
Is it because you don't contact each other often and you're a bit rusty?
Gin: [I'm sorry...]
And lost contact again.
Rum won't see him, Gin won't see him, Vodka won't even leave his contact info, and Calvados won't be able to deliver the information for three days.
[Organization Newcomer's daily tasks have been cleared for the time being.]
Ichijō Mirai logged back into Police Academy Newcomer.
He sees Morofushi Hiromitsu in the classroom.
Morofushi Hiromitsu is standing at the first window at the front of the classroom, holding a slightly stained linen cloth in his hand, smiling good-naturedly and saying something.
It looks like he's here to catch a student who's taking a break.
It's cold to catch them before they've even had a break.
"Did you see the instructor when you came here?" Ichijō Mirai asked the callous fellow, "They just left."
The cold-hearted contemporaries paused, and smiled helplessly, as they had so many times before, "I saw them."
"It was the sight of them and the sound of your name that brought me here, and here you are."
"Oh," Ichijō Mirai nodded, and inquired keenly, "My name?"
Is it 'Ichijō Mirai' or 'Kujō Mirai'?
I should've gotten a longer name, like, "I told you not to let me practice with a gun, but you still have to let me practice with a gun, so if you're capable of hitting your head against my gun, you can fight me one-on-one, you son of a bitch.
Another example: why is always gun proficiency decline Onidzuka instructor you have any clue.
Or:
I'm sorry that the set was wrong. Re: I'm back from rebirth and I swear to take revenge. Please V50 to learn more about the details.
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "The words I heard were from instructor Onidzuka, who was a bit confused as to whether or not you had any prior training and why you didn't relax your muscles after overloading, and another instructor who said he couldn't do anything about it."
"The name," he said with a reminiscent look, 'was 'Kujō-san'."
"Not 'that kid', 'asshole', 'the guy who dares to provoke the instructor's authority' or anything like that."
Still smiling, he said, "Kujō-san can rest assured that the instructor who was walking with Instructor Onidzuka seems to have a favorable impression of you."
Ichijō Mirai's judgment: it sounded like the cold-hearted contemporaries weren't hearing the point.
He stared at Morofushi Hiromitsu's gentle smile and said slowly, "Morofushi-san."
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "What is it?"
'Do you want to hear about my revenge plan? If you do, v50 will start the details right away'.
Ichijō Mirai swallowed the sword that belonged to the player's eagerness and said in a serious manner, "I just overheard the classified information that the instructors were talking about."
Even though it was the first floor, there was a height difference between indoor and outdoor.
Ichijō Mirai stood under the window sill, below, while Morofushi Hiromitsu stood inside the window sill, even with his hand on the edge of the window, higher.
His eyes did not leave Ichijō Mirai's face, "...Classified information?"
Ichijō Mirai nodded, "About the next training program."
It's 'Disguised Criminal'.
It was 'Disguised Criminal', a training program very foreign to the Tokyo police cadets.
He said, "They were so careless, they didn't realize that the walls had ears, and they just told us about the next training program, and unfortunately, it's a training program where you'll be eliminated by surprise if you're unprepared, and barely pass if you're prepared."
Morofushi Hiromitsu's eyes twitched, and under Ichijō Mirai's gaze, his tone was gentle as he agreed, "Yes, the walls have ears."
That was a response to the first half of the sentence.
He responded to the second half of the sentence, "What does Mirai-san mean...?"
Since he said that, it must be, "Tell the class."
Ichijō Mirai blandly said, "This training program is difficult for most people who haven't broken the law before, and my initial guess is that if the instructors are ruthless, the program will last half a month."
"By then, the number of survivors will be in the single digits."
He smiled, "We're companions, and I certainly won't allow that to happen."
Often, Ichijō Mirai's smiles were polite smiles, seemingly gentle, but not at all sincere, just a habitual disguise to hide his true emotions.
Morofushi Hiromitsu was used to this gentle smile.
But once in a while, Ichijō Mirai's smile takes on a bit more of his true emotions, and stops being socially polite.
Like during the second half of a long cross-country run, when he's so tired that he's running his hair back, like now.
His smile was shining like the sun.
The sun spoke, "So, Morofushi-san, how much do you think the price tag should be?"
Morofushi Hiromitsu looked back, "What?"
"How much should I sell this information for?" Ichijō Mirai repeats the question, somewhat distressed, "I don't know the price level of Tokyo or the experience level of my classmates, what do you think is the best price to make the most money?"
He's seriously paying off the game.
See, even when he's thinking about his companions, he's thinking about how to make money.
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "...What?"