Sister Rescue Plan

I, a Japanese Policewoman

I, a policewoman, fight a magician.

I'm a policewoman, and I fight superpowered individuals.

I'm a policewoman, fighting supernatural monsters.

This is a story about a policewoman who uses her wits and courage to fight against criminal forces such as the yakuza of Shinjuku, ghouls of Tokyo, and magicians of Fuyuki.

Currently featured in: Detective Conan, Fate, Tokyo Ghoul, Parasyte, Tomb Raider, Psycho-Pass, etc...

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Cunning and Beautiful Nine

When Itsuka Shiori saw the enormous wedding dress shop, Izayoi and her brother happened to walk out. Miku was holding Izayoi Mirai's arm, smiling happily, just like Tohka surrounded by soybean flour bread. This made Itsuka Shiori's thoughts waver.

Do they really need to be saved by themselves? The atmosphere between the two was so harmonious that it felt impossible to interfere.

Shiori Itsuka felt a strange pang of sadness, as if an important friend had suddenly left her.

"Don't look so stupid, sis." Kotori looked at the dejected face on the screen. This was a camera she had specially set aside to record Itsuka Shiori's situation, and it was only displayed on the small tablet in her hand.

"We can detect the spiritual energy fluctuations on them, and so can AST. If we really want them to live a happy life, let's speed up our efforts to win them over."

"I see."

Kotori's words cheered Shiori up. Yes, her initial mission was to save the elves with ears, so that the elves could be as happy as normal people.

"Hey, Shiori-kun."

When Izayoi saw her, she waved to her, feeling a little guilty for standing her up, and unusually called her name.

Miku leaned against Yoyo Mirai and smiled, indicating that whoever it was, she was asserting her dominance first.

"Hello... everyone."

The siblings' names are pronounced exactly the same, which makes Shiori unsure how to address them.

Seeing her troubled look, Yuuyo Mirai laughed. When the two siblings were together, their names had caused a lot of trouble for many people. No matter who was called, the two of them would respond together.

Of course, there are exceptions. For example, when answering questions in class, it is always Izayoi Mirai who stands up. In the end, the teacher always refers to her as "older sister" and "younger brother". Izayoi Miku inexplicably has a bunch of younger brothers and sisters who are several generations older than her.

They asked their parents why they chose this name, and the answer was "because it's interesting." However, they wouldn't get it mixed up at home because when they were doing chores, calling "Miku" would definitely mean him, and Miku would be there happily directing him.

"Call me Izayoi."

Miku offered a solution, showing her understanding side in front of Izayoi Mirai, and she didn't want other men to have any closeness to her, even in terms of address.

But is this person really a man dressed as a woman?

Beneath Miku's polite smile lay suspicion; from any perspective, this man named "Shiori" was far too feminine.

From her voice and tone to her posture and demeanor, even the way she walked was exactly like a girl's.

Miku Izayoi is currently in an all-girls school, and her fans are all girls. She can't see any masculine features in this "man" at all, not even a sense of heroism.

Is he really a boy? Or is he pretending to be a boy?

Izayoi Mirai and Itsuka Shiori had already started chatting, with Miku occasionally chiming in. Most of her attention was focused on their conversation, especially the subtle changes in Shiori's tone and expression as she spoke.

When Izayoi saw her, Miku had already followed his gaze to Shiori. She had also caught the momentary disappointment in Shiori's eyes. In addition, when the two of them were talking now, Shiori's slightly upturned lips, unconsciously raised eyebrows, and her cheerful voice all revealed her joy.

Unbeknownst to Miku Izayoi, her perception of people's emotions had become unusually acute, and she was currently engrossed in studying the information revealed by Shiori Itsuka.

So, is he trying to use his good looks to seduce his younger brother, or is he dressing as a woman simply to use his male identity to get closer to the two of them, and then reveal it when their relationship becomes intimate in order to achieve his goal?

Miku Izayoi clenched her small fist. Regardless of whether he was male or female, there was no doubt that he had ulterior motives towards her younger brother. She would shatter such delusions!

Looking at the time, it was almost midnight. Izayoi Mirai suggested, "How about we grab something to eat?"

Upon hearing the word "eat," Shiori felt her stomach churn. She had thought that Izayoi Mirai could finally escape this nightmare, but she forgot that it was already lunchtime.

It seems none of them can escape it.

Shiori Itsuka had a heroic air about her going away and never returning, but on the surface she still pretended to be normal, and like an ordinary girl who had been invited, she accepted with a little shyness.

Izayoi Mirai has gradually become accustomed to Shido's feminine side. She wouldn't be surprised if Shido told her that he had been a trans woman for several years and would go to Thailand to "purify himself" and become a real girl.

Miku Izayoi observed Shiori and sensed that she wasn't as happy as she seemed. A thought struck her: perhaps this was an opportunity?

Inside the restaurant, Itsuka Shiori ate her pizza in small bites, appearing to eat elegantly, but in reality, she was forcing herself to stuff a little more into her already empty stomach.

The negative consequences of multitasking are now evident, but since Shiori has chosen the strategy, she must overcome the difficulties and obstacles along the way.

"Itsuka-kun, don't force yourself if you can't eat. Your health is important," said Miku Izayoi, fiddling with the noodles in her bowl with a smile.

Forcing yourself to eat when you can't is foolish, but it will definitely increase the other person's favorability once they find out. How could Izayoi Miku allow this to happen? If you continue after being told off, then you're really stupid.

And what are you going to do? Miku looked at the pizza that was mostly left on Shiori's plate and smiled silently.

Izayoi Mirai dislikes wasting food. Of course, even if a pizza is thrown away, she might feel a little sorry for it, but she won't care at all.

However, little by little, similar things accumulate and are enough to subtly influence his perception. Just like her hints a few days ago, even with overly intimate behavior, Izayoi Mirai didn't notice anything amiss. However, this time the period was longer and left no trace.

Izayoi Mirai wouldn't even harbor any ill will towards Shiori; she would simply feel that the two of them weren't a good match, nothing more.

At this moment, Shiori Itsuka paused, and as if to cover up her actions, she took out her phone to look at it. In her earpiece, Kotori's voice was somewhat serious: "We detected a weak spiritual wave reaction. Currently, only Kurumi has escaped our observation. It must have happened on her side. Shiori, you need to go there quickly."

Upon hearing the news, Shiori Itsuka's first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief. She was torn between her stomach and Yosuke Mirai's good intentions, feeling extremely awkward.

She put down her phone and looked at Izayoi Mirai: "Um, I have something to do..."

Izayoi Mirai smiled nonchalantly: "It's alright, go ahead if you need to."

He paused after speaking, as if lost in thought or looking at something, before saying to Shiori, "If you need anything, you can ask me for help."

"I understand, thank you."

After thanking her, Itsuka Shiori hurriedly left. Izayoi Miku watched her departing figure with a slight sense of regret. In this way, the image of Izayoi Miku was minimized to the minimum, almost as if it had never existed.

But the next moment, she put that thought out of her mind, picked up the spaghetti in the bowl with her fork, and brought it to Yoshou Mirai's lips.

If there are two people, they can feed each other.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

At this time yesterday, Jun Jin passed away peacefully. Let us observe a minute's silence.

Drinking iced cola in this weather is really refreshing, but it's a bit cold afterward.

Let me clear my shopping cart and check the next chapter.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Quick, go and force a kiss on him!

Blood, blood everywhere. The crimson color assaulted Itsuka Shiori's eyes. The severed limbs on the ground were all human. Terror still lingered on their faces, but they had already lost their vitality. Itsuka Shiori felt a wave of dizziness.

He committed murder.

She was acutely aware of this, and fear gripped her heart.

"Oh dear, Shiori, you saw it."

Kurumi, the culprit, was somewhat surprised, but quickly recovered. She smiled and walked towards Shiori: "I was planning to enjoy myself a little longer, but let's start now."

"Shiori, run!"

Kotori's urgent command came through the earpiece; her regeneration was an ability of the spirits, and other spirits might be able to break it.

Shiori Itsuka also wanted to escape, but her weak legs couldn't run at all. Just then, several pale hands reached out from the ground and grabbed Shiori Itsuka's feet.

"Got you?"

Kurumi Tokisaki walked over, pressed herself against Shiori, and gently stroked Shiori's face with her right hand. "I'm going to enjoy you properly."

Just then, the air suddenly became viscous and concentrated, like a compressed film of water, covering Itsuka Shiori's entire body, and a spirited voice rang out:

"That's it, Nightmare."

A girl wearing a manifestation device appeared, forcing Kurumi to retreat. The next instant, a sharp blade pierced Kurumi's chest.

Sheathing her blade, the girl's face showed no joy of victory, only a deep weariness. Itsuka Shiori stared blankly at the fallen Kurumi for a moment before uttering the name of the girl before her who bore such a striking resemblance to her:

"Mana——"

In the nearby bushes, a fat orange cat quietly watched all of this.

As soon as Yuuyo Mirai and Miku left the restaurant, they were so engrossed in their meal that it took them a long time to finish eating. However, the restaurant staff didn't seem to mind, as the customers sitting around them were eating much faster and were able to pay their bills and leave quickly for the next group.

He stopped and patted Miku's head: "Sister, you should go home first, I have something to do."

Miku didn't ask what was wrong, but instead straightened his collar like a newlywed wife would: "Go home early."

Izayoi Mirai was a little taller than Miku. She lowered her head, smiled, and said, "I will."

Miku took the opportunity to put her arms around Yosuke Mirai's neck and pull him down a little, and then a little lower.

Their breaths drew closer, and then—

He closed his eyes.

…………

Shiori Itsuka wandered aimlessly through the streets, her eyes unfocused. Her mind was in turmoil, and the images from before kept replaying in her head. Sometimes it was Kurumi killing people, sometimes it was Mana killing Kurumi. The pain hidden in Kurumi's alluring smile alternated with Mana's exhaustion, but the final image that remained was a ground covered in crimson.

Anger and fear alternated, tormenting her heart.

Kotori was very worried about her condition, but she refused to return to Fraxinus and instead wandered aimlessly around.

She didn't know what she was thinking, what she was looking for, or what she was... expecting.

"Hey, little... uh."

As she wandered aimlessly into a secluded corner, the thug who had been following her, captivated by her beauty, was caught before he could finish his lines. A strong hand grabbed his throat, compressing his carotid artery, and he quickly lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen. He was then thrown out like trash.

"Are you alright?"

A warm and familiar voice rang out, and Itsuka Shiori looked up. A familiar figure appeared in front of her, as if she had finally found her pillar of support. She subconsciously grabbed Izayoi Mirai's hand, her face turned pale, her body trembled violently, and she gasped for breath like a drowning person.