Side: Shimitai Hikari
My name is Shimitai Hikari.
My hobby is weight training and my trademark is a black T-shirt.
Yesterday, my face was caved in and it looked like it came from Frankenstein however… I’m tough so today I’m also reporting for work normally.
I was stationed in the office and I finished cleaning the toilet and ate oyakodon.
My office always orders take-out food and has it delivered and I eat oyakodon.
I actually like katsudon however, even now I’m thankful many times for the police…
Bad memories are surfacing up.
That’s why it’s oyakodon.
Well, I don’t hate oyakodon so it’s okay.
Rather, this store’s oyakodon is really superb.
At the time I was gladly eating oyakodon.
“Shimitai-san? Are there reports from the hooligans we sent to the murayama family?”
“Hey, Aniki. There’s no reports.”
“That person was absurd, after all. Possibly that lot… They might ignore orders and rape the girl.”
“Although… Right now… They were the only ones who could be hired.”
“Well, that’s why I’ve used loosely hooligans… I’m limited to outsourcing most of the violence.”
“I agree with you. Too much rampage and we’ll be at the end of the policeman’s rope.”
“So, what happened to the hooligans we sent to the stupid brat Morishita?”
My phone rang.
“Yes, it’s Shimitai.”
“Shimitai-san!? What you told us was wrong!”
“Eh!?”
“Black-haired… Female High School Student… With katana’s in a sword bag… Fingers, ears, noses… Everyone was sliced… Gyaa! Don’t come! Don’t come! Don’t come! Can you not see this gun! The gun was cut in half! Gya! Gyaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
And then the call hung.
Female high school student with katanas? Gun being cut in half?
What in the heck is this guy talking about.
“Did something happen, Shimitai-san?”
“It was the hooligans we sent to the Morishita family… It seemed a bit too much like an anime.”
“I see.”
Then the office’s bell rang.
*Pinbong*
*Pinbong*
*Pinbong*
I left my oyakodon and stood up.
*Pinbong*
*Pinbong*
*Pinbong*
Okay, I’m coming.
I’ll come so you don’t need to ring so much.
I was startled as I opened the door.
Three men were standing.
All of them had punch perm hair-style, sunglasses and fancy suits.
What is this… They’re more template yakuzas than us…
“Who might you people be?”
The man with the grey hair and sunglasses smiled.
“Nice to meet you, we’re from the police department of yakuza control. We’ll be conducting a compulsory search.”
Eeh!?
In an instant I froze and then he put his hand on my shoulder.
“You lot have been untactful. You’ve thought he was just a brat and have done it in rough probably… That brat seriously won’t forgive you.”
The man took out USB stick from his bust.
“These smartphones are amazing, right? This holds proof of all of the threats and menace of you guys. Well, gorilla… The cause of your face being caved in has been removed, however.”
“Aniki! It’s premises search!”
At the same time, I turned my head, Aniki—- jumped off of the 2nd floor from the window holding in one of his hands a bag made for escaping and it was filled with money.
Side: Shimitai Hikari
My name is Shimitai Hikari.
My hobby is weight training and my trademark is a black T-shirt.
Yesterday, my face was caved in and it looked like it came from Frankenstein however… I’m tough so today I’m also reporting for work normally.
I was stationed in the office and I finished cleaning the toilet and ate oyakodon.
My office always orders take-out food and has it delivered and I eat oyakodon.
I actually like katsudon however, even now I’m thankful many times for the police…
Bad memories are surfacing up.
That’s why it’s oyakodon.
Well, I don’t hate oyakodon so it’s okay.
Rather, this store’s oyakodon is really superb.
At the time I was gladly eating oyakodon.
“Shimitai-san? Are there reports from the hooligans we sent to the murayama family?”
“Hey, Aniki. There’s no reports.”
“That person was absurd, after all. Possibly that lot… They might ignore orders and rape the girl.”
“Although… Right now… They were the only ones who could be hired.”
“Well, that’s why I’ve used loosely hooligans… I’m limited to outsourcing most of the violence.”
“I agree with you. Too much rampage and we’ll be at the end of the policeman’s rope.”
“So, what happened to the hooligans we sent to the stupid brat Morishita?”
My phone rang.
“Yes, it’s Shimitai.”
“Shimitai-san!? What you told us was wrong!”
“Eh!?”
“Black-haired… Female High School Student… With katana’s in a sword bag… Fingers, ears, noses… Everyone was sliced… Gyaa! Don’t come! Don’t come! Don’t come! Can you not see this gun! The gun was cut in half! Gya! Gyaaaaaaaaaaaa!”
And then the call hung.
Female high school student with katanas? Gun being cut in half?
What in the heck is this guy talking about.
“Did something happen, Shimitai-san?”
“It was the hooligans we sent to the Morishita family… It seemed a bit too much like an anime.”
“I see.”
Then the office’s bell rang.
*Pinbong*
*Pinbong*
*Pinbong*
I left my oyakodon and stood up.
*Pinbong*
*Pinbong*
*Pinbong*
Okay, I’m coming.
I’ll come so you don’t need to ring so much.
I was startled as I opened the door.
Three men were standing.
All of them had punch perm hair-style, sunglasses and fancy suits.
What is this… They’re more template yakuzas than us…
“Who might you people be?”
The man with the grey hair and sunglasses smiled.
“Nice to meet you, we’re from the police department of yakuza control. We’ll be conducting a compulsory search.”
Eeh!?
In an instant I froze and then he put his hand on my shoulder.
“You lot have been untactful. You’ve thought he was just a brat and have done it in rough probably… That brat seriously won’t forgive you.”
The man took out USB stick from his bust.
“These smartphones are amazing, right? This holds proof of all of the threats and menace of you guys. Well, gorilla… The cause of your face being caved in has been removed, however.”
“Aniki! It’s premises search!”
At the same time, I turned my head, Aniki—- jumped off of the 2nd floor from the window holding in one of his hands a bag made for escaping and it was filled with money.
