The file records that when faced with a large number of armed robbers, Date Wataru's father took the risk of calling the police at the first opportunity and, having been instructed not to act rashly, hid quietly among the hostages, but later violated the instructions by disclosing his police identity, attracting the attention of the robbers to the hostages, and was injured by the robbers when they targeted him for beatings.
As a police officer, he did fall silent when the robbers robbed the convenience store, but not out of cowardice, but because of instructions.
Ichijō Mirai stared at the message and smiled, "Found it."
Found a way to complete the Date Wataru quest.
"What what," Matsuda Jinpei looked up blankly, "What was found?"
He didn't have the 'My parents died when I was seven, I joined an illegal organization when I was seventeen, and I joined the police academy as an undercover agent when I was twenty' memories from the weighted cross-country run.
Not to mention the memories of 'Okay, I'm done with my tragic past, you guys aren't going to get a free ride, are you? In exchange, tell me your tragic past', so when I saw Date Wataru's file, I just sighed, "No wonder Date-san chose to become a police officer, it's because of his father."
Because of his childhood experience of his father being slandered by the irresponsible police, he hated the incompetent and irresponsible police, and had no resistance to the competent and responsible police, not to Ichijō Mirai, nor to Date Wataru's father.
That is, "Date-san doesn't usually talk about such things, does he?"
Matsuda Jinpei was skeptical, "But you seem to know about it. You're not surprised, Kujō Mirai-san."
"You really knew?"
"...Although you have a lot of little problems, you have a knack for socializing... I thought you were very bad at it, judging by your attitude towards other people."
When it comes to other people, Ichijō Mirai pretty much just ignores them as long as they're not in training.
It was a far cry from training, where Ichijō Mirai could always get stuck lending a hand when everyone was on the verge of reaching their limits, as if he were watching everyone in the room.
After some discussion, it was agreed that Ichijō Mirai is a bit of a people person.
Matsuda Jinpei thought so too, but not for the reason he stated as a recognized point, but for the reason that Ichijō Mirai was too self-possessed.
It was as if he did whatever he wanted to do, made fun of people when he wanted to, made fun of people when he wanted to, and was so spontaneous that he had no sense of boundaries, and instead of interacting with normal people on an equal footing with normal human beings, he had a sense of playing with his own dolls.
He speculated that it wasn't intentional, and that Ichijō Mirai was just a bit socially inept...
Then how come they have secrets with Morofushi Hiromitsu and Date Wataru?!
Did they really get to know each other after being rubbed up against each other?
"I know not only about Date Wataru, but also about you," Ichijō Mirai felt in his pocket, and then realized that the training was over, and his cell phone had been taken away, so he couldn't immediately call out to Date Wataru to ask him where he was, and to see if the experiment could be accomplished, and regretted it a bit, "Do you know where Date-san is?"
This question, Furuya Rei knew: "Went to the training ground with Kenji-san,"
"There's a one-on-one kumite class coming up in a few days, and he wants to go one-on-one with you."
However, Ichijō Mirai was a bit uncertain about how good he would be, so I planned to work out in the next few days to be in the best shape to face his opponent.
I had an appointment with Furuya Rei, but he had to clean up, so Date Wataru went to Kenji Hagiwara instead.
He didn't go straight to Ichijō Mirai because, "You're sleeping,"
And, "You won't say yes for sure."
Furuya Rei repeats Date Wataru's words, "During non-training time, you have your own things to do."
The reason is the same: Ichijō Mirai in training and out of training are almost like two different people, one is a persistent and dazzling 'sunny Savior', while the other is just going about his business without lifting an eyebrow at his classmates.
Ichijō Mirai: "..."
Fighting...
His fighting skills are only passable.
Passable enough to run over ordinary people, passable enough to take on untrained criminals, but passable enough to beat professionals, passable enough to run away from trained FBI agents.
Date Wataru's body type seems to be that of a trained professional, but he needs to work out again?
There's no need, there's really no need.
"One-on-one classes are rotating one-on-one, aren't they?" Matsuda Jinpei said, "The classes are held in the playground, so they should be in the playground now?"
Ichijō Mirai turned his head and walked away, "Bye, you guys clean up, I need to talk to Date-san."
Matsuda Jinpei went after him, "Hey! What's the matter, you just saw the file and wanted to talk about your little secret!"
"And, and, and, what do you know about me?"
"I know that you joined the academy because your father was vilified by the police, so you're gritting your teeth to become a police officer that meets the expectations of the public," Ichijō Mirai waved his hand without looking back, "Of course, there's an ostensible reason for this kind of pridefulness, and it's to beat up the Inspector General of the Police at graduation to vent your anger, not to become a righteous and excellent police officer."
Matsuda Jinpei's steps to catch up with him stalled, "...Hey!"
He was dumbfounded, catching up faster, "How did you know?!"
And then reacted with a hasty denial, "I didn't, wait, who's a prude?!"
"Hey! Speak up!"
"Ah yes, yes, yes," Ichijō Mirai started to step down the stairs, "You're not a prude, how could you possibly be a prude, right Matsuda-san who's a prude."
Matsuda Jinpei: "...Hey!!!"
Their voices were getting farther and farther away.
In the archive room, Morofushi Hiromitsu raised an eyebrow and looked at the corridor, which was already deserted, for a few seconds before withdrawing his gaze and looking at Furuya Rei with a slight urge to laugh, "What's wrong?"
Furuya Rei shook her head, "Nothing, I just felt something strange,"
"You guys know Mirai-san too well, don't you?"
They all know each other's little secrets.
Whether it was the case of Morofushi Hiromitsu's parents' deaths, or Matsuda Jinpei's father being smeared by the police, they were both private matters that even the most familiar of friends wouldn't open up about for no reason, but had to have the right time.
But in just one month, Morofushi Hiromitsu, Matsuda Jinpei, and Date Wataru have already had three appropriate moments?
And, "You insisted on calling me 'Mirai-san' first, didn't you?"
It's a bit intimate to be called by your first name instead of your last name, but it's only a little bit fuzzy when you add the suffix "-san" to it.
Morofushi Hiromitsu wouldn't have chosen that name for an ordinary classmate he had just met.
"Because there's no way to call him 'Kujō-san'," Morofushi Hiromitsu replied with a smile, "And it's not just us, believe it or not, he knows something about why you joined the academy?"
Wataru threw up his hands in advance, "I'm not the one who leaked it."
"I didn't know about Date-san and Matsuda-san, and only told Mirai-san my personal secret, so I guessed, just thought he,"
He thought about the wording, but gave up on the qualifier, "is more in control."
People who had an unfortunate childhood always have some influence on them, just to a greater or lesser extent, and when he said that, Morofushi Hiromitsu changed his reasoning, "I noticed from Disguised Criminal's attack on the bar, he wasn't physically present at the scene, but he was controlling almost everyone as if he was playing chess, isn't it obvious that he was 'controlling'? Isn't it obvious?"
This kind of control can also be translated as a sense of insecurity.
Morofushi Hiromitsu didn't continue, he looked outside again, raised his eyebrows helplessly, and picked up the file on the table, "I'll put it back, and then I'll clean the machine room with you."
He took the file into the almost layer after layer of files crammed together in the shelves, not the first time to return the file, but slowly swept through the rows and rows of file shelves, and finally stopped in front of a dusty missing piece of file shelves, walked in, one by one to pull out the file to check the name.
On the twentieth shelf, Morofushi Hiromitsu managed to find a thick file.
There was only one surname on the file: [Ichijō].