[['Goblet Tattoo'] has been completed...]
[Completion level is being calculated...]
The system was silent for a moment, and in that subtle silence, Morofushi Hiromitsu stepped forward, first rescuing the criminal who was once again gulping down water, helping Ichijō Mirai unload the criminal's gun and tie him to the side, and then tidying up the messy stall.
While the stall was being tidied up, the Neon police, who are always the last to arrive, arrived, led by a man who looked familiar to Ichijō Mirai from the criminal disguise drill: the officer who was with Matsumoto Kiyonaga.
Upon arriving, the Matsumoto police officer took a look around the scene and quickly figured out the composition of the scene.
Excited people who were panicked, but not completely panicked, a police cadet who was so smart and capable that even the police were a bit flustered, a criminal who was dying on the ground and vomiting up a large amount of water, and who was suspected of appealing to the police for mistreatment or applying for a stay of imprisonment due to his own pregnancy, as well as a child holding the hand of the police cadet.
The child was holding the hand of Morofushi Hiromitsu, who earnestly told the cadet, who had finished cleaning up the criminals, cleaned up the mess, and started cleaning up himself, "It's okay, I'm not afraid."
She was very serious, "Brother Sergeant is very good, I've seen it on TV. He said he would protect me, so I'm not scared at all, I'm very relieved!"
People's sorrows and joys are not the same, Matsumoto sends the officer's eyes away from the child, not at all reassured, and goes up to Ichijō Mirai, bowing to him, "Greetings, Savio-cough,"
"Mr. Mirai, I have been ordered by the Administrator Matsumoto to assist you,"
He kept his head down, ears to his nose and eyes to the ground beneath his feet, determined to nod his head earnestly to express 'you're right' no matter what perfunctory nonsense he heard to show his unquestioning respect for Officer Savior, "Excuse me, what just happened?"
Ichijō Mirai's cap was no longer low enough to show only the bottom half of his face, the brim was raised to reveal a pair of red eyes for the onlookers to look into, giving them a little sense of reassurance.
At the same time, however, he put on a mask that covered the area below his eyes and his expression as well.
When Matsumoto sent an officer to ask him about it, he was looking at the sky, the ground, the air, the onlookers, and the officers who had just arrived, and then he took a break from his busy schedule to look at Morofushi Hiromitsu.
He met Morofushi Hiromitsu, who was half crouching in front of the child and quietly looking up.
Ichijō Mirai immediately withdrew his gaze and took off the doll clasped on his shoulder as if nothing had happened, "It's like this, because the police academy is temporarily closed for the holidays, I went out to have dinner with my classmates, and we happened to run into people in need of help, and people in need of help, and people in need of help, and people in need of help, and so..."
Morofushi Hiromitsu looked at him silently.
Without blinking he unfolded the description of the first 'people in need', "At first it was a couple of stallholders with urgent matters."
"Here, now the stalls are all from those stallholders, like animal lamps, like ceramics, like apple candy marshmallows and stuff like that, now this stall used to be a fish-fishing stall, and because two people were too busy watching too many stalls, we temporarily converted it."
The stall is a hodgepodge.
Ten minutes ago, it was a hodgepodge of everything, and now, it's a mess that's barely been restored.
Looking around, Officer Matsumoto could tell by the differences in the tables that the booths were improvised, so he waved a police officer around to take down a quick note of what he'd just said as a field statement.
He couldn't help glancing at the criminals on the ground, and wondered, "Is this man a troublemaker? Just kicked the iron plate and was hit ko?
He couldn't help but look at Morofushi Hiromitsu, who was still watching Ichijō Mirai, and couldn't help but touch his elbow, wondering: "That's strange, why is it that my back is a little bit cold, as if I've done something wrong and I'm being stared at...".
"Just after the remodeling was completed and the business started," a real man never looks back at an explosion, Ichijō Mirai firmly faces the police officers without turning back to receive Morofushi Hiromitsu's gaze, "a cute little customer came to the door."
He introduced this second 'person in need of help', "As she approached, I noticed what appeared to be an adult male in his 40's or 50's following her, and though I was skeptical and not quite sure, I was afraid of the worst, so I asked for her help in trying to find out."
The child nodded vigorously: "Uh-huh!"
"In fact, not really help," She was a little embarrassed, "just that there seems to be a bad guy is following me, let me stay in the stall for a while."
"I would have stayed longer even if I hadn't been told, the stalls were full of things I was interested in! I liked them all, I wanted to buy them all."
Before the child begins to wonder, "What a coincidence, how come there are so many things I'm interested in at the booth? Ichijō Mirai spoke without changing his expression.
"Morofushi-san talked to the child's parents, informing them of the suspected stalker, and because he was worried that the assailant was targeting the child, and might be targeting the parents in case the assailant had a weapon to harm them, he suggested that they leave the scene for a while and call the police, leaving the child in our hands."
He sidled his head to indicate Morofushi Hiromitsu, but his eyes were still glued to Officer Matsumoto's face, and he wouldn't take his eyes off of it, "Morofushi showed them our credentials."
Morofushi Hiromitsu nodded slowly, "Yes, I showed them the credentials of the serving officers."
"Originally, without being on duty, I didn't have an I.D.," He was addressing the police officer, but his eyes were still on Ichijō Mirai, continuing his ghostly gaze, "but the instructor heard that we were going out, and sent me an I.D. on purpose."
This sentence needs to be changed from 'the instructor heard we were going out' to 'the instructor heard Ichijō Mirai was going out', or, of course, it could be changed in one step to 'Oh no, something's going to happen again'.
Listening to that, Officer Matsumoto nodded his head seriously: he was aware of the special case of the extra on-the-job ID for the police cadet.
He knew that the special ID was for this year's cadets, and he knew that the owner of the ID must be a close classmate of 'Savior-san', and he also knew the purpose of the ID...
It's probably the same as a dog license, so that Savior's classmates can yell out in various situations, "Wait! I have a license! I have a license! I'm a legal breeder, ah no, I'm a legal steward/chasing criminals/crime chaser/home invasion/borrowing a car, etc..
Savior-san' is the 'Savior' that the police have spontaneously adopted the academy's name for him, and when it comes to something, he never fails to take action just because he's not a police officer yet, he takes action.
It's just that sometimes this kind of action is so touching to the police, and sometimes it's so amazing that the police don't dare to move.
Occasionally, it's his classmates who need to show their IDs, and the Lone Wolf is more or less encouraged to bring his classmates with him.
Like the kidnapping of Suzuki's daughter the other day.
"I know, Administrator Matsumoto authorized it," Officer Matsumoto nodded absently, and then, looking at Morofushi Hiromitsu, who was looking at the police without looking at them when he spoke and looking a bit impolite, he tasted the subtlety of it with a flash of insight, "I know it was granted to this class of cadets, to Mirai-san's classmates."
"Well," Ichijō Mirai naturally answered, as if he hadn't noticed that his classmate was being impolite at all, speaking without looking at the person he was speaking to, and without the slightest intention of turning his head, firmly maintaining his politeness and attentively gazing at the police officer who was taking down a provisional statement, "the child stayed in the booth for a while, and I was sure that she was indeed the target of the suspicious person, and I intended to bring her to the police station for investigation, and I'm sure that she will be taken to the police station for investigation. I was sure that she was the target of that suspicious person, so I planned to bring her to the police station for investigation."
"It's probably because the police academy had conducted a criminal disguise drill and issued a wanted notice for the current class of cadets, so that suspicious person saw it again, remembered me, and mistook me for a criminal who was planning to target a child, so he came straight up to deal with me."
With that, he handed over the doll, "For fear of accidentally miscalculating or losing merchandise while watching the booth, both Morofushi and I have a camera that just happened to record the entirety of our negotiation, so you can check it out back at the station."
He got a serious look on his face, "However, the suspicious person said he had killed someone in a home invasion."
"What?!"
Officer Matsumoto and the officer who took the statement exclaimed in unison, quickly getting serious.
This exclamation overlapped with the exclamations of the surrounding crowd, who also stared rapidly and strained their ears to hear the stimulus.
"According to him, he had burglarized and killed a couple in Nagano Prefecture," Ichijō Mirai said, "and he described it in great detail, coincidentally, due to some,"
He finally glanced at Morofushi Hiromitsu.
Morofushi Hiromitsu looked at him quietly.
The child was quiet, designated as a demon, Ichijō Mirai was never accustomed to people who enjoyed demons, so he immediately retracted his gaze, and righteously said, "Since that case was related to my friend, I happened to know something about it, and I can confirm that what that suspicious person said about the details of the case that the police hadn't released was correct,"
"Nowadays, the prosecution period for crimes under Japan's law is still fifteen years, right? This case has not yet passed the deadline, so please be sure to investigate."
"Is it related to your friend?" Officer Matsumoto asked in surprise, then nodded, "Yes, I'll report it to Administrator Matsumoto, please don't worry, we'll investigate this case."
He hesitated again and whispered, "If there is any progress in the case, we will inform you, if there is no progress, we will also ask for your help, please don't worry."
Even 'if there's no progress, we'll ask for your help', that's the attitude that we're going to pursue the case seriously.
That's a good attitude.
Satisfied, Ichijō Mirai brought up his classmate Ishi and smiled at Officer Matsumoto, "In that case, let's..."
Officer Matsumoto stepped out of the way, "The statements have been taken, you may leave."
There's no need to follow him back to the station.
When the people at the police station saw him, their first reaction was probably to gasp in disbelief, "Have we come up with some kind of nonsense drill where the police cadets have to take over the police command center?! .
Ichijō Mirai once again smiled at this very sensible and understanding police officer, and carried his fellow stone student away.
Still staring in disbelief, Stone-san did not struggle, and not only did he not struggle, but he cooperated by kindly helping Ichijō Mirai to lower his cap to cover his conspicuous and distinctive red eyes the moment he entered the crowd.
Ichijō Mirai was in the middle of pulling off the mask when he blacked out.
He raised an eyebrow and inquired, "Are you trying to take revenge?"
"There's nothing wrong with revenge, is there?" Morofushi Hiromitsu replied, "If you didn't want me to press your hat, your first move would have been to press the hat, not remove the mask."
"You told me to."
"'Messiah' ordered me to do it. How could I not?"
How eloquent.
"You've learned to talk back," Ichijō Mirai exclaimed, "but I like you better when you're quiet, Morofushi-san."
In the meantime, they had moved away from the scene of the crime, and from those who had seen the 'red-eyed officer's' current clothing features, and into the fringes of another crowd.
At the center of this crowd was also a group of police officers who were talking to the parents of the child, seemingly in an attempt to calm them down.
Ichijō Mirai passed by the edge of the crowd, not intending to get in on the action, but just casually glancing under the brim of his hat and withdrawing his gaze as if it was none of his business.
Morofushi Hiromitsu glanced over as well, and from a distance all he could see was a sea of blackened heads, and hear bits and pieces of conversation coming from the center of the crowd.
He suddenly said, "I thought 'double action' meant the two of us acting together."
Instead, Ichijō Mirai had cut him off and taken on that dangerous fellow on his own.
"Ah," Ichijō Mirai intoned, innocently, "didn't we just act as a pair?"
"I feel like we're working well together."
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "..."
Even a clay figure would get angry if Ichijō Mirai kept pinching and squeezing him for so long, let alone Morofushi Hiromitsu.
But, his irritation was more than a little bit of helplessness, "That guy is dangerous, he's probably mentally challenged, you haven't confronted him before, there's no way to predict if he's going to suddenly have some kind of overzealous behavior,"
"What if he doesn't intend to negotiate and suddenly attacks you?"
"What if he doesn't intend to negotiate, but suddenly attacks you," Ichijō Mirai returned the question, "what do you do?"
He didn't say it all, but Morofushi Hiromitsu understood: what if Ichijō Mirai didn't leave Morofushi Hiromitsu alone, but instead left him to face a dangerous criminal with unpredictable behavior, what if he was attacked out of the blue and injured?
There's no way.
Anyone who faces this kind of criminal is likely to get hurt.
"...I've had experience with him," Morofushi Hiromitsu's words paled in the face of such a question, "...and after all, it's my business."
"I think it's something I have to deal with, and if you sideline me and get hurt while facing him, I'll feel..."
"You'll think it's your fault." Ichijō Mirai retorted, "No."
He said deeply, "It's my business."
This is the player's mission!
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "..."
Ichijō Mirai's tone was so reasonable, so reasonable that for a few seconds, he was shaken:Could it be, that criminal is not my enemy?
"You," He could only pause again and again, smiling more and more bitterly, 'are, as always, 'Kujō Mirai'."
What kind of person was 'Kujō Mirai'?
Even the police who had never met Ichijō Mirai could try to answer: powerful, capable, and so good that it was scary.
Even police cadets who hadn't had much interaction with him could add: 'meddlesome'.
Anything he knows is his business, even if it's a dog being slapped on the road, even if it's a dangerous, mentally unstable criminal he's got to deal with.
Once he puts you under his protection, he'll do the dangerous things for you, the difficult tasks, he'll take you through, and the tough training, he'll help support you.
From life and death to daily training, except for what to eat for lunch and whether or not to put cilantro, he can take care of everything if necessary.
It's not about being helpful and selfless, it's about being nosy in a positive sense, almost as if he's hand-raising you to the Outstanding Police Officer Ceremony.
But at the same time, he's cold, and once he's made a decision, there's very little anyone can do to change it.
"If you get hurt, I'll think it's my fault," Morofushi Hiromitsu said, "and if I get hurt, you'll think it's your fault."
"Ok,"
"But this is different, once you get hurt," he paused for a few beats and said the words that followed in a joking tone, 'in another thirty or forty years, I might wake up suddenly in the middle of the night, tossing and turning and confessing, 'I'm such a loser for deserting the army and leaving you to face a dangerous guy like that all on your own, I'm such a loser,'"
He looked at Ichijō Mirai, "We're a two-man operation."
After a long time without a prompt, the suspected lagging system prompt finally loaded slowly.
[Completion: 100%.]
A list of quest rewards and quest evaluations popped up: [What you did is like a standing coin, and will be remembered by Morofushi Hiromitsu.
[What you did is like a standing coin, shining in Morofushi Hiromitsu's memory, and will be remembered by him for the rest of his life.
Heads or tails...]
Ichijō Mirai looked, translation: Morofushi Hiromitsu holds a grudge.
He whistled as if nothing had happened, and justifiably said, "But because the criminals are related to you, the police have a principle of avoidance, so don't get involved in cases related to you."
"Next time-"
He swore, "Next time for sure."
"Next time?" Morofushi Hiromitsu repeated, "Really?"
Well...
If the quest is appropriate, and it's not a quest that says, "Forget it, it's not appropriate to bring in NPCs that die when they die, so why don't the players die a few more times to get a feel for the boss fight process?" then sure.
Ichijō Mirai removed the long prefix, a serious, "Of course!"
A real man never looks back at the explosion, a real player leaves as soon as he finishes talking.