Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

The police car drove out of the residential area and merged into the traffic on the main road.

The young police officer gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

He recalled Yukinoshita Yuri's cold attitude towards them earlier, remained silent for a long while, and finally couldn't hold back any longer:

"Inspector Tanaka, I have a feeling that we are now on the opposite side of many people."

Tanaka Shisei was looking down at the case records when he heard this and paused in his work.

He closed the folder and leaned back in his chair: "Did you think we'd always stand with the people?"

The young officer was taken aback: "Isn't that right? Aren't we police officers pursuing justice?"

"justice?"

Tanaka Tsukasa seemed to have heard something interesting.

"We police, strictly speaking, are an internal violent institution. We never pursue justice, but rather stability. At least that's the case in our country. Ordinary citizens are the ones we need to guard against."

"What Inspector Tanaka means is..."

"You still don't understand."

Tanaka Tsukasa sighed, his tone carrying the sigh of someone who had been through it all.

"All we need to do is let the general public know that society is peaceful, the crime rate is low, and their lives are good. As for what the truth is, it doesn't matter. Our main responsibility is to those in power."

The young police officer fell silent.

He recalled those old files, gathering dust in the corner of the archives, which were clearly suspicious, even obvious, yet had been shelved for years, even decades, covered in dust and ignored by everyone.

"So these are the files from before..."

He tentatively began to speak.

That's it.

Tanaka Tsukasa did not deny it, glanced at him, and said earnestly:

"Remember this, you haven't been on the job long. This is the first lesson I'm teaching you. We've never talked about standing with the masses. Our only responsibility is to maintain stability. Death has now disrupted this balance, so you understand now?"

The young police officer gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white, feeling that his previous belief that the police represented justice had been challenged.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but remained silent. After a long while, he slowly nodded.

He put on this uniform with great enthusiasm, believing himself to be the embodiment of justice.

He was especially excited about being able to follow Tsukasa Tanaka, a famous detective in the police force. However, the reality that Tanaka told him was like a bucket of ice water, instantly sobering him up.

It turns out that his dream was just a joke in the face of reality.

Tanaka Tsukasa sighed, looking out the window at the setting sun, his mind filled with thoughts.

In island nations, for those who don't come from a professional background, it's nearly impossible to advance in the police force.

He persevered for so many years, driven by his passion for solving cases, before finally climbing to the position of police inspector. For the members of the professional team, however, this was just the beginning.

All of this has long since deviated from his original ideals, and now all that sustains him is his obsession with solving cases.

As for justice, it's long gone.

When they arrived at the scene, the courthouse had already been cordoned off, and no one was allowed to approach in order to avoid disturbing the scene.

Tanaka Tsukasa carefully watched the video recorded on site.

Years of experience in handling cases have taught him that a person's height and weight can be roughly inferred from their stride, shoulder width, and proportions relative to surrounding reference points.

The Grim Reaper in the video is about 1.83 meters tall and weighs about 75 kilograms.

The data flashed through his mind quickly.

The proportion of men over 1.8 meters tall in Tokyo is extremely small. Once this range is determined, the number of suspects available for screening instantly shrinks from tens of millions to tens of thousands.

Tanaka Tsukasa saw a glimmer of hope that the case would be solved.

Generally speaking, criminals who commit crimes repeatedly and succeed time and time again inevitably become arrogant and conceited after getting away with it each time.

Once you start to relax, you'll leave clues—this is an age-old rule.

Clearly, even Death has begun to slack off.

Tanaka Tsukasa's eyes shone brightly.

He was confident he could continue playing this game with Death.

……

We have art class today.

Like home economics, classes are held once a week in a dedicated art classroom. Art is a required course, and students must choose one from music, crafts, calligraphy, or fine arts to earn credits.

In the art classroom, Han Chuan You noticed Kujou Kita walking gracefully towards him and raised his hand to greet her.

The girl was bathed in the sunlight streaming into the corridor, which cast a dreamy golden halo over her. Her fair and beautiful face resembled a meticulously crafted porcelain doll, so beautiful it seemed unreal.

The two of them walked to a corner and sat down without prior arrangement.

Han Chuanyou turned his head to look at her and asked with a smile:

"I haven't seen you come to see me these past couple of days. Are you perhaps thinking of some kind of 'playing hard to get' tactic?"

Nine-Tailed Fox Feather, who was busy mixing paints, glanced at him upon hearing this and said in a nonchalant tone:

"I'm not that bored. Your charm isn't so great that I would consider using such tactics."

Han Chuanyou's lips curled slightly: "You clearly boasted before that you wanted me to fall in love with you, but you've given up?"

"It was bound to happen sooner or later."

Nine Fox Feathers turned her head and smiled, her glossy hair falling to the corners of her mouth. She gently brushed it aside, and her delicate features were outlined almost unreal by the halo of light. The most perfect features combined to form the most perfect face.

No one can resist her charm.

Oh no! That wretched witch actually used her charm on him!

Han Chuan You almost became captivated by the beauty of the girl in front of him; her appearance seemed to possess a unique and innate charm.

Seeing his reaction, Nine Fox Feathers smiled smugly, her fox eyes becoming even more alluring: "See, this is proof that you're about to fall in love with me."

"This isn't love," Han Chuanyou argued. "It's the result of puberty hormones. In short, I was just lustful."

"Not much difference."

"The difference is too great." Han Chuan You sighed and said with certainty, "Girl, you don't understand what love is."

"So what are your thoughts?"

"Then let me, the master of relationships, tell you."

Han Chuanyou raised his head slightly, like a philosopher.

"Love is an impulse to be with the other person regardless of everything, to do anything with them, whether it has any meaning or not, it has nothing to do with the body, it has to do with the soul."

In Kujou Kitsune's eyes, the boy in the sunlight had a unique charm when he spoke such profound words.

"Really?" She nodded thoughtfully. "Then how can I make you fall in love with me?"

Her beautiful eyes held a look of inquiry.

She didn't really understand what love was, but she was willing to learn in order to fill this gap in her knowledge.

Han Chuan You sighed: "I think this kind of love, which is purposeful from the beginning, usually starts with making me fall in love with your body."

"My body? My figure isn't good enough?"

Han Chuanyou looked at the girl's slender legs. Underneath the slightly sheer black stockings, the fair skin beneath was faintly visible. The absolute territory beneath the skirt revealed smooth and delicate skin.

It truly brings joy and is a body shape that can prolong life.

But he still wagged his index finger: "I'm talking about the inside."

"abnormal."

I thought this person would have some profound insights.

Kujou Kitsune had developed a resistance to his outrageous remarks.

Han Chuanyou didn't care at all, since he couldn't get rid of the label of being a pervert in her eyes anyway.

"Relationships that start with utilitarian motives are not suitable for the development of love. Compared to the collision of souls, physical intimacy, which has practical significance, is more likely to generate genuine feelings."

"Nonsense."

Han Chuanyou ignored him and picked up the paint palette.

Then, he turned to her seriously and said:

"So, in order to make me fall in love with your body, Ms. Kujo, be my model, the kind without clothes."