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K ~ Mini Episodes
Episode 8:The Two Youngsters
byRaikaku Rei
Prompt: Isana Yashiro and Munakata Reishi after season 2

Ever since the January Superpower Disturbance, as it had come to be called, in the course of which mankind in its entirety temporary acquired supernatural abilities, existence of such powers had become something intimately familiar to people.

It could no longer be written off as an urban legend. The knowledge had become much more than Tokijikuin and Scepter 4, as well as the government and police connected to them, could contain, making the pressing need for sharing information and establishing laws in relation to supernatural powers clear.

“Thank you for the report on superpower-related crimes for this month. As I thought, after the initial chaos in the wake of that incident settled down, the number of such cases started stabilizing, too. Cases related to accidental outbursts of power decreased, but premeditated offenses committed by the enduring power holders spiked in a sporadic fashion instead and have now became the norm, huh.”
“Seeing as not all supernatural powers necessarily disappeared along with he destruction of the Slate, this situation falls within the range of general expectations. And it is our duty to find ways to maintain law and order under these circumstances. We shall protect the peace of people who had weathered that storm.”
“That’s so reliable. As to my duty, it’s to help with development of laws that would warrant as little anxiety as possible and information exchange channels, but, uh… it’s not going all that smoothly, to be honest.” The young man was smiling as he scratched his head.

Watching his expression, Munakata replied, “To the higher-ups in the government, you’re an ‘enigmatic youngster riding on the coattails of Kokujouji Daikaku who suddenly dropped on them from the skies’. Naturally, they would be distrustful and try to antagonize you.”
“Spoken from experience, I take it.”

The young man with uneasily knitted brows was a Caucasian in his early twenties - Adolf K. Weissmann, also going by the name Isana Yashiro.

To him, the man who researched the Slate during the WWII together with Kokujouji Daikaku, every last one of the people currently holding important political posts was his far removed junior.

However, very few had accurate knowledge of his personal history. And to the rest he was but a leading expert on supernatural power researched authorized by Tokijikuin.

Munakata Reishi gave the man’s frame another careful onceover.

White skin and chiselled carefully arranged features typical of Germans. Silver shoulder-length hair. Gray eyes edged with silver eyelashes.

He was sure the man looked exactly the same as the soulless form of the Silver king that Munakata had previously seen inside a capsule resembling a coffin save for the length of his hair, and yet the impression he projected was entirely different now that facial expressions were added. And all those different expressions he made persistently called to mind 'Isana Yashiro’ - a boy whose body he had previously inhabited.

“You may look young, but not only is that youth deceptive, you are also actually a person about as advanced in years as His Excellency himself.”
“Ah, well, believe it or not, I’m actually really just a youngster. Unlike Lieutenant, all I did for almost 70 years was just observing, without experiencing anything. …Just like with my body, my mind’s time was sort of frozen, too.”

Munataka had to admit the man did have a point. Even with his appearance put aside for a moment, Munakata hardly felt any of that peculiar depth to this man that came with years like it was with Kokujouji Daikaku. What’s more, the man still had a faint air of an easily hurt boy about him.

In contract to his amiably striking up a conversation with Munakata, it was, in fact, transparent that he had some misgivings about it. When they had formed an alliance as a countermeasure against the Green clan, Munakata didn’t place any real trust in him, letting it show in his attitude. There was some negative history between the two that weighted on the silver-haired man’s mind even at the present, so he ended up building something of a wall in his heart when it came to Munakata. He really acted just like your regular youth.

“Your time had stopped when you were 22, I believe? Which means both your mind and your body will now experience growth from that point on, won’t they?”
“…I sure hope so.” The man, physically younger than Munakata himself, beamed at him.

Munakata showed a tiny smile of his own. “I see,” he said pushing up his glasses. “Well then, let us go, shall we? As fellow 'unbearable youngsters riding on the coattails of His Excelency’, let us play smartly and outmaneuver those sly oldtimers.”

After this, they both had a meeting scheduled with the concerned government ministries and agencies about measures in regards to superpowers. In the first place, they had met before it specifically to get ready for it.

With a lopsided smile, the silver-haired man came up to Munakat, walking side by side with him.

“I’m counting on you, Munakata-san.”
“It is I who should have high hopes for your work, Professor Weissmann - or should I call you Isana Yashiro-shi?”

The Silver king stole a glace out of the corner of his eye at the other man, still looking a little uncomfortable around Munakata, but then smiled, brows shifting. “Please call me Shiro.”

Another one of those mini stories. The original text is kindly provided by blueseraphima.

K ~ Mini Episodes
Episode 7:Hospitalization of Kusanagi Izumo
byMiyazawa Tatsuki
Prompt: Homura and hospitals

The news about Kusanagi Izumo’s hospitalization became progressively more confusing as it circulated within Homura. Shouhei heard that Kusanagi was admitted for strain from overwork, Dewa assured he was stabbed by a woman he was dating because she suspected him of two-timing her, while Kamamoto claimed it was a result of his experiments with cocktails he served in his bar (mainly due to unholy amounts of anko), but the real cause was a fractured bone suffered in a traffic accident.

The reason why the news got so distorted was because the very person who normally managed information and gave directions about confirming its validity was missing, with the onslaught of false rumors, in effect, reaffirming Kusanagi Izumo’s grave importance to people around.

Furthermore, the broken bone was a result of helping another. A child ran out to the road when her mother took her eyes off the little girl for a second. Having witnessed it, Kusanagi leaped between the child and a car with all his superhuman speed and did something as amazing as pushing back the car with a kick of his right foot. Even if it was light, it was still a vehicle going at 40kmph.

The car’s front got smashed in, the driver suffered a light whiplash injury, but a dreadful catastrophe, thus, had been avoided.

What’s more, at the time Kusanagi, his form pitched forward slightly with hands still in his pockets, a cigarette in the mouth and right foot sunk into the hood, even had enough composure to smile pleasantly at the child he’d just saved by a hair’s breadth. “Are you injured anywhere, little miss?”

The people around were understandably flabbergasted. Yata Misaki, who happened to accompany Kusanagi at the time, was the first to rush over to him, clap him on the shoulder and sing praises.

“That’s Kusanagi-san for ya! You’re Homura’s second-in-command for a damn good reason, duh!”

Needless to say, such a stunt was only possible precisely due to Kusanagi’s superhuman durability as a clansman of the Red clan. But the instantaneous decision making and calm yet brave actions he’d taken stemmed from Kusanagi’s own natural gifts.

A few seconds after Yata’s gushing, the people around caught on and raised their voices with booming praise. The child still only stared at Kusanagi in a daze. Face messy with tears, her mother could only earnestly and profusely bow her head to Kusanagi.

The driver, rubbing his sore neck, did stare at the smashed front of his car with some regret after safely getting out, but he also looked relieved at having avoided an accident involving fatalities.

“Thanks, bro. You saved my hide.”
“You’re welcome,” Kusanagi replied like it was nothing to him, still keeping his right foot in the body of the car. But he didn’t keep standing with his right leg raised high just to look cool.

No, at the time, the bone in his heel had already been fractured, and he couldn’t put his leg down even if he’d wanted to.

According to Kusanagi himself, it hurt like hell, almost enough to make him cry.

And that was the reason for Kusanagi’s admission to hospital. Possessing a decent amount of foresight, he used some of his bank savings to take a more spacious ward. That decision proved correct the next day already. To start with, guys from Homura visited him by turns and stayed long, with whether they came to pay a get-well visit or just to hang out being unclear.

Totsuka flew a drone he’d bought recently in Kusanagi’s hospital ward which resulted in him getting yelled at by a nurse. Suoh came all alone, and after lazing absentmindedly in the sickroom in silence for some time, finally said, “Get well,” and gave him a pack of cigarettes. Anna took naps on Kusanagi’s bed because the spot got plenty of sun.

Anyhow, it was boisterous.

Eventually, having already shown superhuman durability, Kusanagi also exhibited superhuman recovery ability, and was able to leave the hospital in 2 weeks, but it wasn’t so much due to him making a full recovery as running out of apologies to make to the hospital.

A series of mini episodes by GoRA in response to requests by fans. The original text is kindly provided by blueseraphima. 

K ~ Mini Episodes
Episode 4:Lopsided Employee Benefits
byMiyazawa Tatsuki
Prompt: Physical Checkup in Scepter 4

Various national agencies, including the National Police Agency, Ministry of Internal Affairs and Communications and Ministry of Finance, were all intimately familiar with the importance of Scepter 4. After all, no other organization possessed the ability to keep crimes committed via the application of supernatural powers by strains under control.

When it came to dealing with outbreaks of fires, burglary or diseases, there were units comprised of trained civil servants such as firemen, police officers and paramedics stationed throughout Japan.

However, when a strain caused trouble, there was no way around sending Scepter 4, stationed in the capital, on an official trip to settle the matter. Even taking into account that it was difficult to counter supernatural crime for anyone other than those possessing supernatural abilities themselves, such a setup was clearly flawed. The reason why the national government agencies had a firm recognition of Scepter 4’s importance was this.

On the other hand, however, the fact also stood that due to Scepter 4 being permitted to use mostly extralegal measures when it came to strain-related cases thanks to the quite open backing by Kakujouji Daikaku, the man whom it was no exaggeration to call the Don of the political and business circles, making it possible, and also due to the youngster who held the executive position arrogantly named office head daring coolly ignore even the directors of the government agencies from time to time the parties concerned were in a permanent foul mood.

That manifested in a budget compilation that looked more like harassment.

“Uhhh,” said Hidaka in bafflement, looking at the schedule. “So this physical checkup… comes with a 2 days/1 night stay at an ultra-luxurious hotel?”

Technically, the Scepter 4 members were public servants, who had the right, which at the same time was more like a duty, to undergo a regular physical examination. Only, considering their age, commonly, a set of tests consisting of a chest X-ray, blood test, urine analysis and an interview with a physician taking no more than an hour in all was more than enough. However…

“Wait a second. I may understand the need for endoscopy and colonography if I really try, but a head MRI and PET-CT?” Enomoto, annoyed, spoke up next to Hidaka.
“What kind of tests are even those?” Fuse asked.
“I understand testing for brain tumors and cancer, but those are still not tests normally administered at our age without the patient’s prior concerns. Besides, a LOX-index test? I don’t even know what on earth that is, but I’m sure as hell that we don’t need it!”
“But the worst of all is…” Gotou muttered quietly, “mammography that’s somehow compulsory even for male troops.”

At that, everyone fell silent. For what it was worth, all the present, in the face of Fuse, Enomoto, Gotou and Hidaka, had reasonable confidence in the health of their breasts.

“To begin with, is it even possible to stick ours between the plates?”

When someone muttered that simple question, the four young men exchanged fearful looks.

Enomoto commented offhandedly, “Well, if you want my opinion, I think the percentage of male breast cancer is probably not zero. But, uh, this just plainly looks like harassment, you know?”
“How much might a set of tests like that cost?” asked Hidaka with a clouded expression.
“It’s close to the Premium Executive Golden Rich Course at this hospital for the wealthy. So more than 300,000 at the cheapest,” answered Gotou, looking up the subject on his PDA.

Hidaka’s eyes boggled. Fuse was about to lose it.

“Hey, hey, hold on just a goddamn second there. A roof leak in our dorm that made itself known last month is still there, the shower switches from cold to warm and back rhythmically entirely on its own all the time, and just the other day we saw a mouse in the room we share with Enomoto! Is that the Premium Executive Golden Rich Course, too?”
“Yeah, for those needs, there’s no money in the budget at all…” Enomoto lamented.

With a sour face, unusual for him, Gotou added, “And our other employee benefits are just as worthless.”

In the end, the conclusion the four agreed upon concerning the bizarrely lopsided budget compilation was, ‘It’s all because our Captain is hated by the other Ministries.’ Determined to at least stay positive about the checkup, they continued their exchange along the lines of 'Fushimi-san looks unhealthy, but what if he’s actually surprisingly healthy?’ 'Can X-rays even penetrate Lieutenant Awashima’s breasts?’ and 'You can’t help staring intently at the needle during blood tests, right?’ in case of Gotou.

Later, when the results of the checkups had been in, the Scepter 4 troops learned that they were all in extremely good health, to no one’s surprise.

And done!

Case Files of Blue 2byMiyazawa Tatsuki

Epilogue (volume 2, pages 247- 251)
The Devoted Cooperator of the King

In the end, everything regarding the turbulent case that had started with a greeting card suspiciously resembling a love letter and found its conclusion amidst a raging storm was buried in the dark.

For a record-setting rainstorm, human damage turned out to be relatively minor thanks to the coordinated effort by various related government agencies, and the proceedings regarding damaged buildings and other property were also dealt with with haste.

Needless to say, the fact that on that night the Fire Defense and Police Agencies were helped greatly by a group in blue uniforms was never made public, and said group in blue uniforms, also known as Scepter 4, went back to their normal operation the very next day as if nothing had ever transpired.

Apparently their head stated that, to quote, “We shall stay in the background. It is not like there is a need to spread good publicity at this late a date either way.”

Furthermore, the perpetrators behind the mayhem that Scepter 4 had found themselves thrown into, that is, the Kounomura faction, returned to their normal everyday life, just like Scepter 4 themselves.

Although Kounomura and his allies did pull off a few stunts beyond accepted good sense in their pursuit of king’s throne, for most of what they did establishing a case with proper structural elements of an offense, supporting it with evidence and prosecuting under the modern Japanese criminal law was extremely difficult, if not outright impossible, which, in effect, was the same as acquitting all of them.

However, each of them made a certain promise to Munakata - strictly personal, of course. The promise was to never disrupt Scepter 4’s operations again. And also to be better behaved and contribute to society. It was on these conditions that they were returned to society.

Marumoto, who got knocked out by Fushimi, returned to the shared house he lived in before the incident and resumed attending his photography school. Regarding Munakata’s condition about contributing to society, he replied he was going to join some kind of volunteer activities. Also, he eagerly tried to procure Fushimi Saruhiko’s contact information, claiming that he and Fushimi came to understand each other’s hearts in the heat of their battle, but all of his attempts were vehemently denied.

The man who, in a sense, caused Scepter 4 the most grief, that is, the former policeman, pondered Munakata’s words very seriously for a while, before asking to give him some time and disappearing.

“He’s a guy with a strong sense of justice to begin with, so he’ll do something noteworthy, you can bet on it,” Nakamura Gouki commented on his disappearance, laughing.

After his wild clash with Awashima Seri, said Nakamura Gouki, too, returned to his everyday life. That is, in his case, to the path of contributing to the world as a Buddhist monk. He would often talk about the wish he had voiced back in that hotel under construction to have a drink with Munakata and Awashima once, but seeing as the two parties concerned were always very busy, making his wish reality was proving immensely difficult.

Meanwhile, the ringleader, Kounomura Zen'ichi, embarked on a trip together with his wife on a luxury liner.

“Thanks to you, amidst that storm I’ve found who I want to become next. But before that, I’ve got to show some appreciation for my lovely wife.” Those were his parting words. “Besides, I believe it will also serve as a way to fulfil my promise to you, Munakata-kun”

Kounomura Zen'ichi looked awfully happy.

It couldn’t be said for sure whether it had anything to do with who Kounomura planned to become next, but it was certain that Scepter 4’s working procedures saw some improvement since. Also, the arrival of new computers and other high performance equipment in the form of a ‘donation’ for re-furnishing the HQ was a solid fact, as well.

But the biggest and most important chance in Scepter 4 was the installation a certain surveillance system completion of which kept being postponed until then due to technical difficulties. It was an ultimate monitoring tool capable of surveillance on a most detailed of levels which could easily invade a person’s privacy and violate fundamental human rights, the fact leading to several levels of restrictions put on its use.

The system was named… “Yuishiki”[*].

Some time later that very same system would be put to use in connection to the murder case of Totsuka Tatara which became the beginning of a series of tragic events and losses.

T/N: [*]Yuishiki is the Japanese name for the Buddhist concept of “vijnapti-matrata”, which is, apparently, a theory that all existence is subjective and nothing exists outside of the mind.

Case Files of Blue 2byMiyazawa Tatsuki

Chapter 4 (part 2/2) (volume 2, pages 224-246)

†

The one to make contact with her target first was Awashima Seri. When she opened the door to a big hall meant for wedding ceremonies and such, on the other side of the door she found Nakamura Gouki sitting cross-legged in the middle of it, drinking sake from a bottle and making no attempt to be shy about it.

Recognizing her, the giant man said, “Oh, so it’s you who came for me, eh? How about a drink?”

He turned and held his bottle up in Awashima’s direction. Awashima let out a small sigh.

“I’m on the clock. But even if I weren’t, I’d only drink with people I have rapport with.”
“So with me you don’t?” Nakamura Gouki asked after barking out a short laugh.
“You,” Awashima replied icily, “are somewhat lacking in delicacy.”
“Hmm,” Gouki intoned, stroking his chin. “I personally like you quite a bit though. Like your strong will so atyical for a woman. Your brute strength, too. You shattered that cage all by yourself, without any help, right? For what it’s worth, it was made in such a way that even a gorilla wouldn’t be able to break it. Which makes you stronger than a gorilla, ain’t it ri—”
“I suppose I am,” Awashima interrupted in a powerful tone, making Gouki bite his tongue. Her expression tightened and she drew her saber. “Against you, I have no slightest intention to pull my punches. I’m sorry to say but there is no room for that. For that reason, if you make a bad move, you might wind up getting severely hurt. Thus, I sincerely urge you to surrender.”

Awashima took her signature battle stance with one leg bent in front, the other extended behind her and the tip of her raised sword pointing downward. Gouki narrowed his eyes at her.

“Good gracious. In the end, we both can only settle this by brute force, eh.” Still relaxed, he kept sipping his sake. “But before that, mind telling me just one thing?”
“What is it?” Awashima kept staring down her opponent, not letting her guard down.
“What kind of man is Munakata Reishi? What is he to you?” Gouki’s face when he asked that was earnest and serious, and one that Awashima had never seen him make before. “C'mon.”

Awashima flushed a little.

Gouki went on. “At first, I only thought of him as nothing more than a man Zen'ichi is weirdly obsessed with. But you know, as this whole story unfolded, I started finding myself taking interest in him, too. Just like with you, I sure want to share a drink and a talk with him. So…” he repeated his question again in the same very serious tone. “What kind of man is Munakata Reishi?”

“…”

Technically speaking, Awashima was under no obligation to answer that. But, being a honest and serious person that she was, she couidn’t help giving the question some careful deliberation.

“Let’s see,” she finally spoke up. “To me, he is my king.”
“What I want to hear is not a shallow general description like that…”
“No,” Awashima cut him off flatly. Relaxing her stance, she elaborated, “To me, that person really is my king. And to me, that’s everything. This is the only way I can find to describe it.” She looked Gouki straight in the eye.

Hearing the weight and gravity in her tone, Gouki refrained from saying anything. Awashima suddenly smiled.

“Captain and I met before he had his awakening as a king. The plane we both happened to be on was hijacked by terrorists, and I helped Captain suppress them. It was like something straight out of movies. But some explosives we didn’t know about blew, opening a big hope in the plane’s airframe and sending it plummeting down. It was at that moment that he had become a king. All to save the passengers who were on that plane with him. And I witnessed it with my own eyes.” Her every word was permeated with strong conviction. “For a long time, Captain searched for an answer to the question of who he was, and in that instance he’d had a realization that becoming a king was his destiny. If that’s how it was, then I thought that my destiny must have been to support and help him. So I became his first clansman.”
“…”
“Nakamura Gouki. Now, it’s my turn to ask you something. Why do you support Kounomura Zen'ichi?”
“Hmm.” The giant scratched his bald head. “Sadly, unlike you, I don’t have any special reason. It’s just…” He flashed his pearly whites. “To me, Zen'ichi is a friend I have rapport with. If I must name one reason, that itself is the reason,” Gouki asserted.
“…I can’t believe you…” Awashima breathed out a sigh. “I had my suspicions, but you really are one strange person, just like Kounomura.”

“My oh my, what an honor!” Gouki’s shoulders vibrated as he laughed. And then he added, “It’s never boring around him.” He looked like he was having fun. “…Thanks to that, I even awakened this amusing power.”

Getting up slowly, he took the front double biceps pose that bodybuilders do, flexing said muscles. Following the swell of both sets of his well-developed biceps, Gouki’s power spiked. In the air between the two tension hung.

“Something’s been bothering me for a while. Initially, you were simply Kounmura’s friend who became a strain only after Kounomura had started scheming to usurp Captain’s throne, isn’t that right?”
“Ain’t you well informed?” Gouki took a side chest pose next, putting his perctorals on display. “That’s right. While participating in that grand plan of Zen'ichi’s, at some point I had an awakening as a strain. And that fact itself backed up Zen'ichi’s theory.”
“…What theory?”
“That the Slate has a uniform response to a person’s will. If you want power, you will get power. That is…” Gouki finished his performance with the abdominal and thigh pose. “If you want to become a king, you just might steal that seat and become one if you wish for it strong enough.”

For a while, Awashima contemplated his words. Then she let out another long sigh. “You’re beyond help.” Quietly, she moved to take her battle stance properly again. “That’s nothing more than a conceited and self-serving wild delusion. I shall correct it for you.”
“Oh well,” Gouki grinned, “I guess that fits me just fine. Now, c'mon!” he rushed towards her. “Time to talk with our fists!”

Awashima met his dash with a battle cry.

†

About the time the fierce clash between Awashima and Gouki unfolded, Fushimi encountered Marumoto. This run-in, however, didn’t escalate into anything as passionate as Awashima and Gouki’s.

If anything, it was more of a game of tag where Marumoto, throwing lines like “Why do you resist opening up your heart so much?! Just become my friend! I know you’re lonely!”, “Eh? You don’t have any social network accounts? Then how do you call out to your friends when you have a barbeque party?” and “I’m gonna chillax at a hole-in-the-wall bar with a group of good friends who chase their dreams together, wanna come too?”, specially designed to get on Fushimi’s nerves as much as possible, tried to run away and hide, while Fushimi did the chasing, clicking his tongue tirelessly.

Marumoto may not have possessed a sliver of fighting prowess in a direct physical confrontation, but he didn’t specialize in reading minds for nothing either, excelling in seeing right through Fushimi’s thought processes and hiding in his blind spots with exceptional dexterity. Changing hiding places from behind a fire fighting panel to inside a ventilation fan to beneath a sofa, he ran screaming out throwaway lines in the same vein as those mentioned above.

And each time the shutter of his camera clicked, taking yet another photo, it grated on Fushimi’s nerves immensely. Fushimi swung his saber, chasing after him.

“Tch!” Tongue-clicking was only a natural response.

Fushimi had a sickening feeling that all he did lately was being dragged into these stupid games of tag. Except, both he and Marumoto knew that it was coming to an end. Through ingenious positioning, the Scepter 4 operative managed to block Marumoto’s escape routes and drive him into a dead end. Of course, Marumoto knew what his opponent was trying to do, but through Fushimi’s strategic maneuvering that looked random at a glance, he was running out of places to escape.

Marumoto’s voice sounded strained with panic. Trying to find a way distract Fushimi, he’d resorted to alluding to Fushimi’s family and the clan he was affiliated with previously, but ultimately it proved useless as, despite Fushimi’s face turning bitter, his steps never faltered.

‘I already was going to punch him once, guess I’ll make it 2 or 3 times now,’ those were about all Fushimi’s thoughts on the matter. That is, for all intents and purposes, he was not rising to Marumoto’s bait.

Until one particular statement from Marumoto.

“Why don’t you respect your boss more? You should be more of a team player, you know!”

When he heard that screamed out at him, for the first time Fushimi paused in his steps.

“Say,” surprisingly enough, Fushimi sounded thoughtful, “why do you follow someone like Kounomura?”

Silence fell.

After a short while, an answer came from a shadowy corner of the hallway.

“Well, because I respect him a lot. Kounomura-san is a great man!”
“…” Fushimi sensed something in his tone.
Marumoto continued, as if enraptured, “You see, until a little while ago, I was a volunteer at an orphanage that Kounomura-san operates. Kounomura-san is a very busy man, yet he finds time to remember the names of each kid and is always very kind to them. I look up to him and dream to be a person like him some day.”
“Then you’re being tricked,” Fushimi cut off bluntly.
“Eh?”
“Mooooron.” Fushimi smirked mockingly. “Do you really believe a guy like him who’s only interested in achieving his own dream would give a damn about some kids?”
“Wh-what?”
Reading his opponent’s state of mind like an open book, Fushimi cut to the quick, “You’re just being used as a handy tool. As if he’d so much as glance at you if you weren’t a strain.”
“T-Take that back.”
“I’ll say it as many times as it takes. You’re being duped by him, dude. Poor schmuck.”
“Take that back, this instance! Kounomura-san is not that kind of man!”

Suddenly, Marumoto’s form emerged from a shadowy nook of the hallway. In his indignation, he left his hiding place without thinking. By the time the realization of what he’d done hit him, plastering the expletive of “Crap!” all over his face, it was already too late.

Kicking off the floor, Fushimi covered the distance between them in one mighty leap and tapped the handle of his saber against the back of Marumoto’s neck lightly once. The blow that could be described as gentle and almost soft didn’t fail to hit the vital spot with precision.

“D-Damn it!”

Tears in his eyes, Marumoto collapsed on the spot, out cold. Fushimi sneered.

“Is it really that much fun to dream up an idol, put him on a pedestal and worship him blindly?” Then, in a dry mutter, he added, “…That’s probably why I disliked you from the start.”

With that, Fushimi slouched, taking his leave.

†

Awashima and Gouki clashed violently. These clashes of absurd power and speed repeated again and again. As far as raw power went, Gouki was winning by a small margin, but in speed Awashima held an overwhelming advantage. Both dispensed of tricks and tactics, fighting fair and square and only relying on their skills. Gouki wasn’t holding back despite his opponent being a woman, and Awashima, in turn, put all her might into the slashes she unleashed at him.

“Nhaa!”

Lariat that Gouki launched at Awashima along with a throaty shout was blown away.

“Ha!”

After gaining splendid acceleration in midair, a backspin roundhouse kick landed on Gouki’s cheek, sending his kicked-in molars in the air. He lost his clothes, Awashima lost her saber, and the battle came down to hand-to-hand combat.

“And theeeere!”

Easily gathering Awashima into his arms, Gouki threw her violently against the floor.

“Ugh!”

Twisting her body like a cat to absorb the force of the impact, she swept her leg, catching Gouki just below the knee.

“Gha!”

He hit the back of his head on the floor.

“And there!”

Still, he reached his thick arms to try and catch her, but Awashima managed to leap from the spot and avoid his hold by a hair’s breadth. Then both put some distance between them, watching each other fixedly.

“Fufu.”
“Haha.”

For some reason, they both chuckled.

Their faces were sweaty, they both were breathing hard and bruises and minor hemorrhages blossomed here and there on their bodies as a sort of decorations. Despite that, the two’s fighting spirit wasn’t dampened in the least. An unspoken understanding that the time to settle this once and for all was upon them was shared between them.

“If I may be so bold.”

With a gesture betraying deep respect, Gouki stepped forward. Awashima came a step closer as well.

“Haaaaa!”

Gouki threw a right straight punch with all his might. Awashima’s movements were free of hesitation. Resolved to the possibility of getting hard-punched in the face, she dodged to the side only at the last possible moment. Only, it was a feint.

“Gotcha!”

Gouki grinned and elbowed the crown of Awashima’s head now that it was perfectly within his range, hard. The downward jab was like a blow of a giant hammer and packing enough power to be instantly lethal for a normal person.

Except in the end it was Awashima who emerged victorious in the contest of predicting the opponent’s moves. The elbow attack was well within her expectations. She had confidence she could weather it and made her calculations based on that. Crossing her arms, she took that bone-shattering killing blow head-on. Unable to absorb the whole force of it, her legs trembled and a grimace of anguish crossed her features.

And yet, despite the pain, that was where her ultimate chance lay.

Gouki’s expression changed, reflecting a “Oh, crap!” reaction. Awashima didn’t pause. Taking one more step forward that brought her infinitely close to her opponent, she tensed bodily, gathering all her spirit and strength and putting it into a piercing blow to Gouki’s solar plexus. If Gouki’s attack was like a falling hammer, then Awashima’s like a sharp stab of a saber.

“Ugh!”

It managed to pierce even through her opponent’s thick abdominals.

“Bah!”

Gouki’s eyes rolled back, and his body folded down. Awashima didn’t let that momentary opening go to waste. Setting Gouki’s head that, until now was too high for her to reach, on her shoulder, “And with this…” she said and lifted the body of her opponent up. His massive giant body.

“Orryaa!”

The throw she executed was so-called Brainbuster from professional wrestling. It was a power technique that you normally wouldn’t see outside the ring where you lift your opponent upside down high overhead and then throw them right down.

“Ghaaaaa!”

Landing on the floor on the crown of of his head, Gouki screamed. He tried to get up but it was beyond his ability.

“Fu, fufufufu.” His shoulders shook. “You really are strong,” he said to Awashima who was breathing hard but stood over him as the winner, looking down at him. “It’s such a pity that you’re a woman.”

Awashima snorted coldly. “You were pretty strong yourself. For a man, that is.”

The snapback made Gouki chuckle again.

“Listen,” he said when he was done, “I’ve got a request. You and Munakata Reishi. And me and Zen'ichi. Can we share a drink together some day?”
“Well,” Awashima replied as she was searching for her saber and then returning it to its place on her hip. “I don’t mind giving your request some thought. But asking Captain about his wishes comes first.”
“I see.”

Once he’d heard her reply, Gouki closed his eyes, seemingly content. “Can’t wait then… Really.”

And with that, he was out cold.

Awashima took a deep breath, wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand and turned away from Gouki, intending to head to the hall.

Her dashing profile was a testament to the strength of her resolve.

†

Kounomura Zen'ichi was in the wedding chapel on the top floor. Seated on the altar for taking the oath, he was swinging his legs as he talked to his wife.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” he was saying into the PDA. “That’s right. That’s how it is. Yeah, I’m serious. No, I’m telling you,” he persuaded in a soft voice, “I can’t come back for a while longer. Yes, right. Yes. Yeeees.”

Carefree as ever, he hung up the phone. Spinning around, the short man faced the other side.

“You were gracious enough to wait for me to finish, eh, Munakata-kun?” he called, grinning all the while.
“You seemed to be busy with a call.”

Munakata Reishi who smoothly appeared in the spot of light, too, had a smile on his lips. His frame, clad in a blue uniform complimented with a sword, was set off quite nicely by the special atmosphere of sacrality reigning this particular space. On the other hand, Kounomura Zen'ichi, not blessed with height or dignified stature and looking quite dull in an oversized jacket and tawny slacks, was out of place there.

The two’s appearances couldn’t have been farther apart: Munakata with his clean-cut features, well-formed and perfectly-proportioned frame and the undeniable air of refinement and elegance, and Kounomura, with a bulky body of a penguin and plain though not without a certain charm features, who couldn’t be called attractive by any standard.

Nevertheless, the two men had something about them that made them similar.

In was in their gaze that observed all phenomena of the world with utmost attention, more carefully than anybody else yet for some reason remained distant and detached as if they weren’t watching at all, and in their free way of life that transformed sadness far removed from the realm of normal into amusement. But what made them seem alike more than anything else was a calm smile always playing on their lips. That was what the two men so different had in common.

“I have to say it is quite strange. This is my first time meeting you face-to-face, but it does not feel like it,” Munakata spoke up unhurriedly. Tilting his head to the side slightly, he continued, “The reason may be the fact that I’ve gone through massive amounts of information related to you in the course of this affair.”
“This is my first time meeting you in the flesh, too, I guess?” Kounomura spread out his hands. “But y'know, I made a poster out of one of the photos of you that I’d taken secretly and pinned it up in my room.” He closed his eyes. “So if I just shut my eyes like this, I can see your image in all its minute details in my head right away. All your data are etched into my brain, y'see.”

Munakata answered with a wry smile. Kounomura opened his eyes.

“I did it because I wanted to become you so bad, Munakata-kun. Because…” he was not shy about his word choices, “Blue King, I thought you were beautiful.”
“Please tell me just one thing,” Munakata asked. “Why did you choose this particular method to dethrone such a king?”
“Hm?”
“Why did you choose to trick and trap my subordinates instead of going after me directly?”
“Hmmm,” Kounomura took some time to think this question over. “Why, to tell you the truth, I didn’t put much thought into it. It’s just when I wondered what it was that made one king, I thought maybe the answer was one’s retainers.” His face suddenly turned serious. “No matter how much one claims to be king, so long as no one recognizes and acknowledges that claim, one remains but a naked emperor, y'know. So I thought maybe the Dresden Slate would revise your status if you were to be cut off your followers. Then again, it was just one out of currently 12 strategies that I’d come up with, and from now on I’m planning on testing out the other 11. And rest assured, among them there are some that involve cornering you specifically.”

Munakata chuckled. “So you’re set on trying again, I take it?”
“Yup.” Kounomura’s reply was flat as a child’s. “I totally am.”

Munakata heaved a sigh, still smiling. Kounomura made a serious face again.

“Munakata-kun, I think you’ve already realized this without me telling, but…” His voice sounded low. “The Dresden Slate. It’s very dangerous.”
“…” Munakata said nothing to that. Pushing up his glasses with a finger, he changed the subject. “You cannot escape any more, and I trust you are aware of the fact, yes?”
“…” This time it was Kounomura who kept his silence. And then he said peevishly, “I’ve prepared a few means of escape. But the decisive factor that got in my way and prevented me from making use of them is this awful weather.”
“Your friend,” Munakata spoke calmly, “said one interesting thing to me. According to him, apparently, when you get down to it, all coincidences are but inevitable. So wouldn’t you say your running out of moves is some sort of fate at work?”
“Munakata-kun, you…”
“You do realize already, don’t you?” The way Munakata said it reeked of eerieness. He was slowly drawing closer.

That was the first time when a shadow of fear slid across Kounomura’s face.

All of a sudden, he did an about-face, dashed to hide behind the altar where he took a detonator out of his pocket and pushed the button.

With a thunderous roar, the chapel blew up.

†

When Kounomura made it to the roof, the sky was covered with dark clouds twisting like dragons as far as the eye could see. From time to time, flashes of lightning pierced them.

The torrential downpour, cutting and violent, beat his body mercilessly, and the accompanying gale made him stagger. His face was a sticky mess of sweat and dirt. His hair, thin even under the best circumstances, stuck to his forehead, and his clothes showed tears. Having crawled into the emergency exit made beneath the altar, it took him quite some time to get out.

Kounomura turned to take a look at the rubble that only a few minutes ago was the chapel, and the expression that crossed his face then could be interpreted as despair, fear or maybe even delight.

“…I knew it, Munakata-kun, you’re simply…”

There stood no other than Munakata Reishi. Around him the blue globe of a barrier was projected, and despite being in the immediate vicinity of an explosion, not even a hair was out of place on him, to say nothing of injury. Munakata was getting closer, step by step, smiling with grace and refinement all the while.

Kounomura felt fear seizing him. And as Munakata was drawing closer, indivertible in his approach, the reason for this fear dawned on the short man.

For the first time in his life, Kounomura Zen'ichi and his carefully made plans were about to fail. Here, at this very moment.

There were things forever out of his reach, and he was made to realize he could never become someone like the person in front of him no matter how he tried. Between the two men there existed a wall that could never be scaled. In that instance, both Kounomura and Munakata sensed it.

'So this is what destiny is, huh? In the end, I never even stood a chance.’

The moment he thought that, a wave of exhaustion swept over him so bone-deep that he could barely stay upright. His long past its prime body had hit its limit long time ago, and the spirit that kept it going just barely after it had broke that instance.

Kounomura was ready to collapse then and there. But just then…

“That wouldn’t do, Kounomura-san.”

A quick and strong yet gentle arm suddenly caught him. The wind and rain stopped. Kounomura realized he was drawn inside the barrier projected around Munakata. When he looked up, he found Munakata smiling at him from above.

“He who aspires to be king must never take a knee.”

That determination was overwhelming.

Kounomura’s first ever failure triggered another strong reaction, and another feeling, new to him, was born on the heels of it. On instinct alone, Kounomura groaned. And then…

“It’s okay.”

Freeing himself from Munakata’s supporting arm, he took a knee before the other man, of his own will this time, and said reverently, “I admit my defeat. You are the true king, Munakata Reishi.”

In that instance, he found a new goal for himself, a new someone who he wanted to become.

Munakata, though almost imperceptibly perplexed, kept on smiling, and Kounomura, as he looked at him, couldn’t help thinking of him as 'beautiful’ once again.

Continuing with this, and the end is in sight! (one more part + epilogue is all that’s left)

Case Files of Blue 2byMiyazawa Tatsuki

Chapter 4 (part ½) (volume 2, pages 197- 224)
The Blues Rally

Dark clouds hang in the sky. The wind whistled. The door rattled noisily.

It was early morning, and Kamo Ryuuhou stood in the entryway to “Chuubairo”. To make up at least a little for his stay, he decided to do a thorough cleanup of the kitchen. He’d finished sharpening knives and polished pots, then buying more of the condiments that were about to run out, doing grocery shopping and cleaning everything from drainage to ventilation fans - it was no exaggeration to say that the kitchen was licked squeaky clean.

His handpicked successor was scheduled to start tomorrow. It was a lady chef who Kamo had complete trust in to take good care of this eatery’s future. She had studied under Kamo’s father, which made her Kamo’s fellow disciple. Having a frank and spirited personality, she was very kind and also a skilled chef at the same time. Kamo had specifically pulled 2 all-nighters to write down the recipes for her. If she had those, she could get to work without any delay tomorrow.

Kamo still stood in the doorway when a voice came.

“You’re leaving?”

He turned to the source of the voice. In the darkness of the corridor there stood the young proprietress of this eatery. She wore a thin sleepwear that left her neck and both arms exposed, and their whiteness was starkly visible even without turning the lights on, as if the darkness was erased in those spots. Moist eyes and disheveled hair were strangely captivating. Kamo averted his eyes as if assaulted by the feelings of guilt.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” Having gotten no reply from Kamo, the proprietress repeated her inquiry.

But she had already understood. Kamo’s white apron, his trademark as a chef, was gone, replaced by the blue uniform of the protector of order. Which could only mean that he’d been already done steeling his resolve.

Kamo’s expression warped, as if in pain.

“To be honest, a part of me wished I could stay. But there are people out there who need me.”
“But so do I!” the woman suddenly cried out forcefully. Tears in her eyes, she implored, “I, too, need you!” She ran towards him with small steps and clang to his back. Pressing her cheek to his shoulder, she squeezed out in a whisper, “Can’t it be me?”

Kamo shut his eyes, overcome with sadness.

“Sorry, but the cause…” He squeezed his fists tight. “I have a greater cause that I must protect.”

He then bodily pulled away from the woman.

“A big storm is coming, so make sure to lock up the door. So long.” He smiled. “Take care.”

The woman broke down crying. Kamo purposefully pretended not to notice the hand she was reaching out towards him.

He opened the door, stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind him, letting that banging sound sever all the lingering attachments for him. The last sight his eyes caught was that of the woman crumbled down on the floor, weeping.

Kamo started running through the incessant rain.

†

As he changed trains, heading towards the Scepter 4 HQ, all kinds of musings ran through Kamo’s head - thoughts on what happiness was, and what it was that he must do.

But it was undeniable that the sense of duty made his hear tremble with exaltation. He’d heard that several members of the special ops squad were put out of commission, including Awashima. Scepter 4 would be hard pressed to function without him, no doubt.

Getting off at the nearest station and not bothering about opening an umbrella, Kamo broke into a run. It would be faster this way. And he wanted to be back at Scepter 4 as fast as possible and to do everything in his power.

According to Hidaka, even the electrical system of the HQ had started acting up.

Resolved to see the building sinking in the dark, Kamo couldn’t help doubting his eyes when he finally arrived to stand in front of the entrance gates.

Every window was lit up with light. What’s more, lively talk filled the front yard. Three special ops vehicles were parked there with engines running.

“Hurry up with the trucks’ check! Once the Captain gives the order, all the vehicles will be deployed!”

The one to motivate the mechanics with those words in a taunt tone was none other than Awashima Seri wearing a blue raincoat.

‘Eh, huh?’ Kamo then thought. 'Wasn’t she supposed to be MIA?’

As he stood there dumbstruck, the person in question noticed him and called out to him with a smile.

“Oh, Kamo. You’re back.”

Although she wore no makeup and was getting beaten by the rain, it took nothing away from her beautiful looks. If anything, she looked even more elegant, standing there coldly amidst the raging bad weather.

“Hurry up and go check in with the Captain. He’s inside.”
“Ah, yeah,” Kamo managed listlessly as he passed through the entrance after being prompted. Once he did, he ran into Gotou on the other side.

“Oh, Kamo-san. Welcome back~” Gotou passed him with those carefree words and an accompanying smile.

Without registering it, Kamo followed him with his eyes.

“Oh, Kamo-san. Welcome back. Sorry, but please make way for the dolly!” Hidaka was pushing a dolly with a floodlight mounted on it. The way he said those words couldn’t be anymore routine.

Kamo proceeded forward giddily.

On the way, he passed Doumyouji who energetically raced somewhere - Kamo wasn’t sure where.

“Oh, good to have ya back! And see ya later!”

As Doumyouji raised a hand in greeting, Kamo found himself doing the same. Although the return gesture on his part lacked energy.

Walking along the hallway, Kamo found the door to the data processing room opened, and through it the form of Enomoto animatedly working his computer could be glimpsed. Kamo wanted to call out to him, but then thought better of it. Somehow, he got a feeling that it wasn’t the right time to bother the bespectacled man.

There was also Fuse who was talking to someone through the transmitter.

When Kamo had finally reached the Captain’s office, he encountered the duo of Akiyama and Benzai there.

“Oh.”
“Glad to have you back with us.”

Akiyama was the same as always, while Benzai gave him a slight bow and a smile. But that was all there was to it. The two then walked away at a quick pace as they were exchanging opinions on some subject or other on the way. By no means was this reunion especially moving or emotional.

For a while, Kamo just stared at their retreating backs.

Indistinct feelings started bothering him. Somehow… he couldn’t accept what was happening.

And then, at last, Kamo managed to define them with a description which sounded suspiciously like 'What the heck, everyone’s going around their business like usual!’

No, it didn’t mean it was a bad thing per se, but…

Knocking on the door to the Captain’s office that was left open, he entered.

“Ohh, welcome back, Kamo-kun.” Munakata raised his face from the tablet he was reading reports on and smiled at the new arrival. “How was your time off?”

Kamo clamped down on the words welling up inside him, then straightened his back properly and saluted to his superior.

“Kamo Ryuuhou, returning to the assigned unit!”

His expression was a bit like laughter through tears.

Munakata smiled gently and nodded.

†

About the time Kamo was knocking on the door of the Captain’s office, Fushimi had finally made a short while in his busy work schedule to take a break. Although it was called a break, it didn’t really amount to much more than sipping canned coffee in the shadow of a pillar in a corridor that didn’t see much traffic and fiddling with his PDA.

As he was doing precisely that, a new message dropped to his work address’ inbox.

With a sigh, Fushimi opened it. And then…

“Huh?”

Without his intention, his expression turned grim.

It was from someone Fushimi had least expected to be getting mail from.

'Hello, Fushimi. How are you? It’s Totsuka.’

Totsuka Tatara, one of the leaders of the Red clan Homura. That was who the message was from.

Fushimi clicked his tongue and muttered in a tone that was in equal parts fed up and impressed, “…How the hell does that guy know my work address?”

It went without saying that Fushimi would sooner die than tell it to anyone from the place he was affiliated with in the past. But he had to admit it was just like Totsuka having a grasp on things like this despite being an absent-minded oddball about everything else.

When Fushimi looked through the message, he found it was a letter of thanks for letting Totsuka peruse Scepter 4’s documents the other day.

'Please give my thanks to Munakata Reishi-san and Zenjou-san who treated me extremely kindly.’

“I respectfully refuse. I’m not your messenger boy,” Fushimi muttered his thoughts aloud.

Clicking his tongue once again, he was about to delete the message altogether when he found a postscript at the end of it.

'By the way, I have a message from Yata.’

Since that was what it said, he looked through the rest of it just in case.

’“The guy we met was the bad sort. He tried to kill Mikoto-san, and it turned into a full scale battle. So a warning for you. A huge storm is coming to Japan. Be careful,” is what he says.’

“A huge storm is coming, eh?” Fushimi raised his head and snorted. “Well, duh, I can see that, moron.”

The windowpanes rattled, shaken by the heavy rain and gales outside. The sky peeking through looked completely covered with leaden clouds.

Still, along with Yata’s words, it was Totsuka’s last remark that got Fushimi bothered. It read as follows: 'That storm Yata mentioned might be related to your case.’

For a while, Fushimi was deep in thought.

Seriously, what the hell had happened in Las Vegas?

†

In the Captain’s office that Kamo had already left, Munakata was reading through a multitude of reports at an astounding pace. He would read anything written at a speed unthinkable for ordinary human on a regular basis, but today he increased that already amazing reading speed even more. It took him literally only a second to look through a report, memorize it, parse it, make a connection with other reports and reach a conclusion.

In other words…

'Looks like everything is going just the way I predicted, eh?’

Even to Munakata it was amusing, and his lips curved up a little in a tiny smile.

The reports covered quite a few areas. There was a message from Scepter 4 operatives about the seizure of a vehicle that Kounomura Zen'ichi had allegedly used, Japan Coast Guard’s data on comings and goings to and from the harbor, information on the production of a certain construction that Munakata had ordered, and also news from Japanese Meteorological Agency.

Among them, there was a message from the young and capable attorney that had assisted Scepter 4 in the matters of Akiyama’s defense, lawsuits against them and the mass media countermeasures.

The gist of his message was basically this: 'The moment Akiyama-san was found not guilty was when the tides had completely changed.’

It looked like by leaving that matter entirely to him and his trusted team of lawyers everything would be settled with no further trouble.

The message also contained the following bit: 'A few words about Doumyouji-san that you had put in charge of these matters. At first I wasn’t sure it was a good choice, but surprisingly, it appears he really is equipped with the aptitude required to handle these kinds of matters. His grasp on what is vital is excellent. Truth be told, there is no pressing need for us specialists to keep an eye on the practical side of things when we handle the details of the judicial process. So in these types of cases, it is necessary for the client to understand what is important and what is not. And that is where Doumyouji-san left nothing to be desired. I daresay that is not something many youths can do. Moreover, his ever sincere attitude of an innocent child when dealing with the media apparently made a very favorable impression on them and won him a lot of sympathy.’

In a sense, it was high praise.

Munakata let out a tiny sigh. Actually, among all the personnel assignments this time, this was the one appointment he felt a little insecure about.

“Oh well, looking at the results, everything ended well, I suppose. If possible, I’d like for Doumyouji-kun to broaden his knowledge in this field from now on.” But then Munakata reconsidered. “Although he’s sure to go off the rails before he can apply it.” He snickered.

In that sense, Doumyouji, perhaps, wasn’t so well-suited to that kind of job. In Scepter 4, there were people with all kinds of personalities and all kinds of abilities. And bringing them together and giving them a direction to move in was Munakata’s job.

It was at that time that his PDA emitted a beep to signal the arrival of a message. Munakata had already guessed what it was. A glance at the display confirmed his guess.

'Analysis complete. The location of Kounomura Zen'ichi identified with 92.978% probability,’ the message from Tokijikuin read.

Although he half-forced them into allowing him to use their super computer, they didn’t let it impact their job, doing it perfectly.

Munakata smiled.

“It’s time at last, Kounomura-san.” It was a truly refined smile without a speck of fighting mood. “I’m looking forward to seeing your face.”

And so, he started towards the door out of his office to give the entire Scepter 4 move-out orders.

†

About the time Munakata received the message from Tokijikuin, Kounomura was on the top floor of a high class hotel that was still under construction.

He had a wearable PDA on him in the shape of a visor, reading thoroughly every piece of intelligence that was being sent him.

His reading speed was every bit as astounding as Munakata Reishi’s. Piece after piece, he memorized and analyzed all the information the volume of which would be way too much for a regular person to process, which allowed him to grasp the situation accurately. That had become something of a daily routine to him since he’d initiated the confrontation with Scepter 4.

Reports from the observers dedicatedly watching Scepter 4’s HQ, transmissions from the local police radio he’d wiretapped, communication records of the port facilities, the trains service information - all that and more formed innumerable informational fragments of the bigger picture. When he pieced all of them together in his head, Kounomura felt a sense of unity with the world.

Once Munakata got hold of required information, from there on out his thinking processes would unfold in a comparatively logical fashion, but in Kounomura’s case, his perception was more ambiguous and more intuitive. As such, he let himself steep in the informational flood absentmindedly until the complete picture showed through it.

And then he burst into laughter. “Munakata-kun really is something. I should’ve known.” His voice was slightly higher pitched than usual.

“Did you figure something out, Zen'ichi?”

Nakamura Gouki and Marumoto Keiji who had joined them at some point watched Kounomura seated in an armchair. Gouki looked composed, as usual, but Marumoto was somewhat nervous.

“Yeah. They’ve laid almost my every trick bare. I assume all the members of the special ops squad are back by now, too. Oh, and Kamo-kun seems to have returned as well. That’s impressive, really, because in his case, pure coincidence was responsible for the turn of events so convenient to us, so all I did was simply watch it unfold without doing much, and yet he’s still back at the most crucial time for them, just like that. Ah, and Munakata-kun sure acts quickly, so very quickly. He’s making his moves one after another as we speak!”

Kounomura positively looked to be overjoyed. It was hard to believe that this was the same man who only recently represented gloom and doom.

Gouki smiled lopsidedly. “Zen'ichi, taking delight in your opponents’ powerups is a bad habit, you know.”

Meanwhile, Marumoto’s expression turned openly anxious. “So what does that mean for us?”

It was Gouki who answered his question in place of Kounomura who was being wrapped tighter and tighter in the net of information galore.

“Well, I guess it’s just a matter of time now before this hideout is found out.”
“Eh?”
“Don’t worry. You know how fast Zen'ichi is when he runs away, and you think he didn’t take any measures? He’s got dozens of countermoves at the tips of his fingers at any time.”
“Ah, I see. Great, then.”

Marumoto Keiji had barely had any time to feel relieved when Kounomura spoke up in a stiff voice. “No.”

Kounomura was shaken - a state that even his long time friend Gouki had seen only rarely, while Marumoto saw it for the first time.

“Huh? Eh? Wait a second.” Kounomura rose, reading through the information changing on his wearable PDA with an incredible speed. “That’s weird, what the hell?”
“What’s wrong, Kounomura-san?”

Marumoto tried to press for an answer, but Gouki’s hand stopped him, demanding he let Kounomura concentrate.

When Kounomura spoke up, his lips were pressed together tight. “It can’t be. Ah, I see. That’s how it is. I can’t believe it.” He gave a laugh. “Out of 12 shelters here in Japan, 11 have already been cordoned off by the police and Scepter 4.”
“Eh?”
“What?”

Marumoto and Gouki were reasonably shocked.

“Ah, and they’ve found my remaining shelter just now. Also, out of 24 routes out of the country that I had prepared, 22 are no longer usable. Oh, I get it.” A shiver ran through his body. “Munakata-kun went and used the Coin Toss theory on me. Plans I’m likely to devise, actions I’m likely to take - he’s analyzed it all and is now shutting them out one by one.”

Gouki was speechless, Marumoto was dumbfounded.

Kounomura was getting covered with cold sweat as he went on, “What a pickle. There’s still a move left up my sleeve that hasn’t been predicted yet and another one that’s probably impossible to even predict, but this bad weather renders them both effectively unusable.”

“How is it possible?” After a long sigh, Gouki rolled his shoulders and giggled. “Oh well. Zen'ichi. I can’t believe there was someone else who could use moves even craftier than you.”
“You said it. Ah,” Kounomura opened his mouth. “This is not good. I’d say everything points to them having already figured out our location by now. They’re massing the troops in front of their HQ. The dispatch orders are about to be given.”
“Eh? Eh?” Marumoto flapped about in confusion unable to keep up with the sudden turn of events. “What will become of us?”

Gouki gave him a wry smile. “We’ll be arrested, I guess. After all, they mean business.”
“Ehhh?”
“It’s a given,” Gouki added maliciously, “after how we’ve messed with them. Better prepare yourself while you can. If you’re lucky, they’ll only sock you a couple of times.”

Hearing that, Marumoto’s face fell, on the verge of weeping.

Just then…

“Agh!” Kounomura suddenly tore off his wearable PDA. He stood there in dazed amazement - something that even Gouki saw for the first time.

Looking at Gouki and Marumoto with an expression that was hard to describe but that could, perhaps, be that of rapture or of shivers-inducing fear, he muttered just one word, “Unbelievable.”

“What happened, Zen'ichi?” That was enough to make even the ever composed Gouki worry.

“Munakata-kun has completely ignored us in favor of deploying the troops he’d gathered for arresting us to assist in relief and rescue instead.”
“Eh?” voiced Gouki.
“Huh?” uttered Marumoto.

Both of them had their eyes opened wide in disbelief.

Kounomura shook his head with nakedly heartfelt delight, “What a man! What a man with a cause Munakata Reishi is!”

And then he burst into a loud laughter seemingly coming from the very bottom of his heart.

Gouki and Marumoto could only watch him, speechless.

†

Munakata, wearing a cobalt blue raincoat under the incessant rain, stood on the roof of a truck with a voice amplifier in hand.

Before him, there lined up in neat rows the members of the special operations squad in the raincoats of the same color worn over the head.

Akiyama Himori, Benzai Yuujirou, Kamo Ryuuhou, Doumyouji Andy, Enomoto Tatsuya, Fuse Daiki, Gotou Ren, Hidaka Akira - with the exception of Fushimi who was on a separate mission they all had assembled there, none of them missing anymore.

Awashima Seri also stood there, by Munakata’s side, facing them.

Even beaten by large droplets of the rain and harassed by the blasts of the ceaseless wind, they all were showing elation on their faces. Fighting spirit and determination burned in their eyes. They finally knew the whereabout of Kounomura Zen'ichi - the man who dared make sport of them. Once they had the orders from their superior, they were willing and ready to hunt him down like hounds and aprehend him. Doumyouji and Fuse were especially eager, for all intents and purposes looking like they’d take off running any moment now.

“Ehem. Gentlemen,” Munakata began speaking so calmly that his manner might be more fittingly described as carefree. Waiting when the static noise died out, he continued, “We have finally pinned down the location of Kounomura-shi. As such, I intended to go catch him, but…” His tone was completely devoid of any urgency. “Let’s put that on hold for now.”

That declaration threw several members of the special ops squad quite literally off balance. They all were single-mindedly prepared to hunt, and being denied it robbed them of their bearings or left them struck dumb.

Munakata went on indifferently. “I saw the Meteorological Agency’s data, you see. A big tempest that might even be called unprecedented is on the way to this city. A rainstorm with wind speeds of 40 meters is expected to rampage throughout the area, with thunderbolts and heavy rain paralyzing most urban functions. Needless to say,” suddenly he looked very serious, “that will put quite a few people in danger.”

The faces of the special ops squad members tightened in response.

Munakata continued in an intense tone. “I dispatched Fushimi-kun earlier, and he’s already finished making necessary arrangements. So gentlemen, during the time this storm rages, I want each and every of you to cooperate with the Fire Defense and Police Agencies and local autonomous units and do what you must do as members of Scepter 4!” His features then softened. “That said, this sort of matter is outside of our area of expertise. That’s why we must always keep in mind to be humble when requesting to let us help and to respect and listen to the opinion of the professionals in those areas. If we do that,” he asserted in no uncertain terms, “our super power will become the shield that defends the innocent citizens, no doubt.” With that, he smiled. “Compared to this duty, the matter of Kounomura-shi is but trifle. We can easily postpone it and work something out later, at any time.”

Those words were bound to send a shiver running down the spines of those listening. Their king had just called the possessor of talents that could only be described as abnormal who gunned for his throne nothing more than 'trifle’. Each of the Scepter 4 troops felt a surge of strong emotion, moving their hearts and making them straighten up with pride.

What was the greater cause?

To this king, it wasn’t simply a figure of speech, he held to it steadfastly as one would to a belief or conviction.

Nevertheless, Akiyama still found it necessary to ask something.

“It is a reasonable to fear that Kounomura would flee his hideout in the meantime. Is it okay with you, sir?”

He just wanted to confirm it for himself.

“Let me think. If some of us find themselves free after fulfilling their duty by assisting the government agencies in relief and rescue, let’s arrest him while we’re at it.”

The instructions Munakata had issued concerning that matter were quite vague. But the special ops squad members answered him with a 'Yes, sir!’ regardless.

Munakata smiled.

“Well then, gentlemen, let us move out. Only, this time there is no need for us to draw our swords.” Raising his voice, he declared, “For our cause is pure!”

His catchword was suddenly answered by Akiyama. “Akiyama, dispatching!” Making motions as if he was drawing his sword, he took his leave.

Benzai followed suit with a chuckle. “Benzai, dispatching!”

Kamo smiled. “Kamo, dispatching!”

“Doumyouji, dispatching! Here I go!” Doumyouji shouted gleefully as he raced off.

Enomoto and Fuse exchanged a glance.
“Enomoto, dispatching!”
“Fuse, dispatching!”

With that, Enomoto headed towards the command vehicle to devote himself to performing the operator job, while Fuse, as a field agent, sped off in the opposite direction to be on the scene of the disaster.

Gotou and Hidaka repeated the same stately motion of drawing their sword in turn.
“Gotou, dispatching!”
“Hidaka, dispatching!”
They, too, then went off.

Awashima was the last one to fluidly unsheathe her invisible sword.
“Awashima, dispatching… Captain,” she smiled charmingly, “off I go then, sir.”

Munakata’s lips curved up in an answering smile as he watched her go.

“Our cause may be pure, but the same could not be said about the sky,” he pointed out. Luckily there was no one around anymore to hear him make that silly remark.

†

Majority of the general public closed their doors tightly, took cover under their futons and then dozed off while listening to the updates on weather and disaster reports on the TV news or the internet. With modern disaster prevention technology, impossible a few dozens years back, one’s safety was more or less guaranteed unless one decided to venture outside. However, the residents of old wooden houses and those who had to go outside due to the nature of their work still had a very good reason to worry.

Also, in some areas power cables got severed, which caused blackouts, and even fires resulting from ensuing short-circuiting. So the fire and police stations were pressed to operate at full capacity even at times such as this. And in the thick of it, a group in blue uniforms could be found cooperating with the public agencies.

They helped local crews repair embankments in places where they were likely to burst, freed ambulances with emergency patients from mud traps and did everything they could to protect the city against the disaster, like silent shadows. The police, the fire deparment and other pertinent agencies were greatly helped by those wielders of supernatural powers beyond common sense.

As were ordinary people living in the city such as the lady owner of a small eatery who had a little son.

In all honesty, she didn’t think any harm would come to them because of this storm. But misfortune had paid them a sudden visit. An election advertisement board got launched by a blast of the gale, smashing the windows of the second floor and letting in heavy rain and wind. The child had started to cry, and the woman, holding him in her arms, found herself at a loss. She couldn’t think of anything one woman entirely on her own could do.

As she was puzzling, a dashing young man she knew very well clad in a blue uniform appeared. He and a few of his colleagues rushed to the house and quickly completed stop-gap repairs. It appeared the gales so mighty they could send even an adult flying if one was not careful and the torrential downpour that beat down anything in its path with violence had no effect on them.

“Are you okay?” The man she once idolized as 'onii-chan’ worried about her. He wore a dignified face resolute in a way different from when he stood in the kitchen.
“Thank you,” she said. “I’m okay now.”
“I’m sorry,” said the man apologetically. “But there are still other places I have to go to.”
“Then, go,” she replied in a flash.

She hugged the baby closer to her chest. Protecting this child was her job, while this man had a different job he needed to do, she realized.

After a while of silence, the man said, “Thank you. See you again sometime.”
“Yeah. Take care,” she replied with a smile.

And so, he threw himself into the raging storm once again in order to help more people.

Having watched him go, she shed a single tear and decided to get stronger.

Her face was that of a mother who had overcome a difficulty.

†

In the dead of night, in the lobby of a certain hotel still under construction, there stood Fushimi Saruhiko. The result of the analysis stated that this was where Kounomura Zen'ichi and several of his followers hid themselves. Fushimi had completed his duty for the time being and, thus, was free to go after Kounomura’s group faster than anyone else in Scepter 4. To be precise, he had provided necessary relief and rescue assistance in the area he had been assigned to and urgently contacted the relevant authorities, and somehow or other he’d been done with that in about 30 minutes. He had a plan worked out.

'I alone will be more than enough.’

Now that Munakata Reishi had seen through his opponent’s every possible trick and stratagem, the Kounomura Zen'ichi faction had become nothing more than a paper tiger. There were presumably three of them hiding in here: Kounomura Zen'ichi himself, Nakamura Gouki and Marumoto Keiji. Among them, only Nakamura Gouki, a strain with a power that gave him herculean strength, could be considered formidable, but by Fushimi’s estimations, even he couldn’t be much more than Fushimi’s own abilities allowed him to handle.

Fushimi was advancing further into the lobby of the first floor.

The opening ceremony for this hotel had been pushed back a month, but the interior of the building was pretty much already complete. The lights on the ceiling were on, and movables like sofas and tables had already been brought in.

Sweeping his wet bangs that clung to his forehead back, Fushimi muttered, “I see, it makes sense.”

This hotel was perfectly ready for living even at this stage. Despite the fact, its name had yet to be added to digital maps. Kounomura had probably been moving from one such place to another all this time. It was also safe to assume that he was involved with the construction company or the hotel’s management in some way.

Just as Fushimi thought that…

“Oh, Fushimi-kun, that was quite fast,” his superior appeared from a shadow of the hallway and addressed him.

Fushimi very nearly clicked his tongue at him but managed to suppress the urge just barely.

“You’re here, too, Captain,” he muttered vacantly.

It was probably just Munakata being Munakata. Having finished everything that his duty demanded him to do with that ever nonchalant air, he’d arrived here even faster than Fushimi himself. Those ridiculously high capabilities were what made him Fushimi’s boss alright, but sometimes it was just so very annoying.

“Fushimi-kun,” Munakata inquired, “how much time do you think you can spare for this?”
“From half an hour to an hour, I estimate. Then I’ll go back to my assigned area.”
“I see. It’s about the same for me, too. The storm has yet to show any signs of passing, after all.” Munakata then smiled. “Well then, let’s go, shall we?”
“…” Fushimi only nodded wordlessly.

“Captain! Please wait!”

It was then that the automatic doors to the lobby opened, letting in a sprinting Awashima. She was soaked to the bone and dripping water, and she also was breathing hard, but still she lifted her head almost immediately.

“I’m going, too. Please let me accompany you!”

She, too, made some time for this somehow or other.

For a while, Munakata gazed at her gently before finally saying, “Alright. Since there is not much time to spare, let’s split the workload. Each of us will take care of one of the opponents. Is that alright with you?”
“Yes, sir!” Awashima’s reply was loud and clear.
“…Roger.” Fushimi quietly nodded his agreement as well.

And then, the trio split up, each heading to the elevator, the staircase or the emergency stairs respectively.

I’ve finally remembered about this one, hooray!

Case Files of Blue 2byMiyazawa Tatsuki

Chapter 3 (part 3/3) (volume 2, pages 168-196)

†
The headquarters brimmed with activity. When Akiyama and Benzai were walking along the hallway, briskly marching ordinary troops passed them by. They had been sent off to different regions on Benzai’s orders, and now, as the respective situations in them were finding their resolution, the operatives, too, had started to come back one by one.

“…The Coin Toss theory, huh. Its power certainly is fearsome,” murmured Akiyama, and Benzai nodded.
“Not only was it used to scatter all those strains across different regions, but the false charges against you were apprently fabricated via its application, as well.”

Akiyama’s face turned miserable. “But why did they have to choose to falsely accuse me of molesting, of all things? I’m sure there were plenty of other methods if they wanted to put me out of commission.”

If he absolutely had to be entrapped by the enemy, he would have much preferred to be abandoned on an uninhabited island like Fuse, or sent on a trip through various regions unable to return like Benzai - those kinds of pretexts, in any case. Sure, his innocence had been proven and he was able to come back, but there was no small chance that he would’ve been finished socially had something gone slightly wrong. That’s what he’d become firmly convinced of after hearing about everyone else’s respective situations from Benzai.

“Captain said Kounomura was going to make the truth come to light eventually in any case though, but…”

Akiyama nodded to Benzai’s words. Strangely enough, he could believe it. Kounomura had no wish to make anyone miserable through his actions, Akiyama was sure. And their adversary had definitely made sure to prepare more than a few safety nets to that end.

“Well,” said Benzai calmly, “it’s just probably that he thought that against a guy who is too serious for his own good like you, this kind of ploy would be the most effective, you know?”

Akiyama’s expression turned bitter. Indeed, even if it was no more than a ploy, he had to admit that Kounomura had succeeded with flying colors. His approach had really proven exceptionally effective.

“And there’s another thing.” Benzai gazed at Akiyama’s profile. “As a result of catching the real culprit, the girl who handed you over to the police has come forward saying she wants to apologize to you for mistaking you for a groper. What will you do?”
“…” Akiyama was in thought for a while, before replying: “There is no need. That girl is just another victim. And since I doubted the authenticity of her claim about groping to begin with, I still have a lot to learn, myself. The reason for what had happened was my ineptitude, and that girl is not to blame for anything.”

That attitude, manifesting in him being able to declare such a thing without batting an eye, could be seen as truly manly, but at the same time it could also be called bigoted. Either way, it was just like Akiyama. Benzai found himself smiling at that.

Akiyama continued. “Besides, no matter what people said, I knew no one at Scepter 4 doubted my innocence. And that’s more than enough, I’d say, no, Benzai?”
“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” Benzai looked away. For some reason, he felt sorry for Akiyama that it was hard to look him in the eye.
“Hm? What’s wrong, Benzai?”

But before Akiyama could press him about it, there came a welcome interruption in the form of the bright voice of an office clerk Yoshino Yayoi who stood in front of the Captain’s office.

“Oh, Akiyama-san! It’s so great that the false charges against you have been dropped! Congratulations!”
“Yes, thank you.” Akiyama smiled.

With that, Akiyama and Benzai accompanied by Yoshino all pushed through the open door to Munakata’s office.

Inside, there already were the members of the special ops squad, including Fushimi, Fuse, Doumyouji, Enomoto and Hidaka, along with some ordinary troops, people from accounting, general affairs, and even Zenjou Gouki from the archive room, which was a rare sight.

The Captain’s normally fairly spacious office was now packed with people in blue uniforms. And in the center of that mass, Munakata Reishi himself was seated. Chin on his joined hands, he was smiling with a composed smile.

When Akiyama and his companions who’d just made it through the door caught his attention, he announced, “…With this, we have more or less everyone essential present. I apologize for my recent absence.” He rose. “Also,” looking at Akiyama, he smiled, “Welcome back, Akiyama-kun.”

Akiyama gave his king a sincere bow. “I apologize for causing you trouble, sir.”

Munakata dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “No need. You are not to blame. The blame is mostly on me, for letting myself be led astray with Kounomura-shi’s illusions.”

He strode forward to stand in front of his table and cast an eye around to take in all the present.

“That, however, is no longer an issue. Ladies and gentlemen,” joining his hands behind his back, Munakata declared, “from this moment onward, Scepter 4 will work towards arresting Kounomura-shi. We’re going to teach that good sir who has been amusing himself with games entirely unbecoming of his age and status a lesson. No objection, I trust?”

Noises of approval filled the room. Among the agreeing faces, there was one that didn’t look enthusiastic in the slightest, and that was Fushimi’s, who then raised his hand.

“…So, Captain, I take it you’ve figured out where Kounomura is hiding right now?”
“No, I have not yet,” Munakata confessed flatly. “But,” he continued, “in another 24 hours I will because I have extracted enough source information from the routes you had brought me.”
‘Oh, that,’ Fushimi nodded, seemingly satisfied, but the rest could only feel perplexion at that reply.

Munakata beamed. “First, let me explain certain things. To trap us, Kounomura-shi used a strain who could read people’s minds and through him, thoroughly analyzed our psychology. Isn’t that right, Fushimi-kun?”
“Yes.” In contrast to his usual fed-up face, Fushimi’s report that followed was exhaustively accurate. “Marumoto Keiji, 21, an aspiring photographer and a strain with the ability to read minds through the lens of his camera. Although my efforts to that end are temporarily suspended at the moment, I’m pursuing him - that sickening shit-eating asswipe!” he must have recalled something unpleasant because he slammed the fist of one hand on the palm of his other with a resounding bang.

Munakata, utterly unperturbed by Fushimi’s outburst, thanked him for the information. “Thank you, Fushimi-kun. A strain capable of reading minds. Although lacking an immediate offensive ability, he proves quite a hassle when antagonized.”
Fushimi clicked his tongue especially loudly at that and turned away.

“Fushimi-san looks royally pissed off, no?”
“Did something happen between him and that strain, I wonder?” Enomoto and Fuse whispered between themselves, but when Fushimi glared daggers at them, they held their tongues.

Meanwhile, Munakata continued. “That Marumoto character is not the only such opponent. Kounomura-shi had employed even more astonishing means to accumulate the psychological data on us and cause malfunctions in our headquarters’ systems. I assume you have already heard about it. He had dispatched a strain with a perception manipulation ability to infiltrate us and had him masquerade as Gotou-kun.”

A turmoil rose among the present. Someone who they thought was their collegue was, in fact, a brazen impostor. They couldn’t hide how shocking it still felt.

“Captain.” Fuse raised his hand. “If that’s the case, then where was the real Gotou all this time? Is he okay?” The last sentence sounded tinged with worry.
Munakata slowly shifted his gaze from Fuse to Hidaka. “Hidaka-kun. As I recall, you are currently in change of that man’s interrogation, are you not? Does he know anything about Gotou-kun?”
“Uh, well…” Being the focus of everyone’s attention made Hidaka feel a little uncomfortable, but he braved on, “Yes, he speculates that Gotou might be held prisoner in the same facility as Lieutenant Awashima. He also stated that measures had been taken to ensure Gotou’s safety.”

Fuse nodded. “Well, yeah, considering how they’ve been going about it until now, it must be true. It was the same when I was stranded on that deserted island, too… But still… That freak was among us for quite a long time now, yes? Yet we all were none the wiser… Damn!” His voice dripped with self-condemnation and frustration.

Munakata’s next utterance was put in no uncertain terms. “That is exactly what is so terrifying about strains with perception manipulation abilities. They influence and confuse the brain directly. If you know about the existence of such a strain around you, you might have a chance to break the illusion, but when you don’t, you lack any means to resist from the start.”
“Umm, may I add something, sir?” Hidaka spoke up after raising his hand. “It’s something else that guy said. Apparently, he’d avoided running into you as best as he could because there was a high chance you’d discover his identity. Supposing he still had to see you, it was only allowed after the situation was under Kounomura’s tight control, as per his plan.”
“I see.” Munakata stroked his chin. “How prudent of him.”
“Also, as to why Gotou was chosen as the target for the switch on Kounomura’s orders. According to Kounomura’s comprehensive analysis of the special ops squad, among all the members Gotou was the one most likely to notice tiny changes, that’s why it was him that guy’d switched with.”
“Hmph, reasonable judgement.” Hidaka’s words made Munakata smile.
Many of the troops gathered there nodded in agreement.

Indeed, it rang true. Gotou Ren was a strange guy, to be sure, but he also had a certain keenness and discerning sensitivity about him. A sort of intuitive something that went beyond Akiyama’s dependability or Fushimi’s brilliant brains.

“Still, we’ve got to give credit where it’s due for the job well done. To think that someone would actually succeed in impersonating a member of the special ops squad right in the middle of Scepter 4… Naturally, it was only possible due to the extensive research on us done beforehand, but the person who managed to pull off something as nigh impossible as this must be quite capable in his own right regardless.”
“That’s true. It seems he’s a former police officer himself. That said, there are a few things he turned out to be surprisingly careless about.”

Having said all that, Hidaka suddenly remembered himself and fell silent. He had noticed he had touched upon a mildly offensive topic, but was left no route to backpedal and just pretend nothing had happened. All the gazes were focused on him now, and what’s more, Munakata himself looked highly interested, even leaning forward a little.

“Erm, well, to explain… you see, we manage something called "Archive E” jointly…“

Enomoto squeezed his head between the hands he put on his cheeks, his face silently but eloquently begging Hidaka to stop, though it really couldn’t be helped. After all, it had to do with the case in question. They had a duty to provide all the information they could.

"He apparently misunderstood, thinking "Archive E” is some sort of treasure-chest of classified documents, so he raided the storage site to steal it.“

In the end, having learned that that abbreviation stood for something as trivial as "erotic”, he flew into rage and disposed of it right in the back yard. That was the cause behind the mysterious disappearance of the erotic book archive that everyone pitched in to collect.

Now that the truth was out in the open, it really was quite silly. For that reason, half of those who happened to be present to hear it wore fed-up expressions on their faces, while the other half snickered despite themselves. In particular, Yoshino Yayoi’s half-lidded coldly-looking eyes bore into Hidaka. Who, in turn, was so ashamed he wished for a hole to crawl into. The other members with a connection to “Archive E” were no better, all looking quite uncomfortable, too.

“Hidaka-kun.” Munakata suddenly called out to his subordinate with a serious face.
“Y-yes, sir?” Hidaka was stiff as a board.
“Show me that archive of yours some time.” Raising his thumb up, Munakata showed his pearly whites in a grin.
“Certainly, sir! Any time!” responded Hidaka eagerly. What a blessing it was to have an understanding superior.

It took Zenjou casually clearing his throat to put the discussion that went off on a tangent, back on track.

Munakata resumed his explanation. “In short, thanks to the spy in question and the aspiring photographer in the person of Marumoto-kun, intelligence on us was gathered and our activities disrupted, while Kounomura-shi analyzed our actions, set traps and nearly paralyzed our work. It’s said the world is big, but I suspect this personage might be the only one on the whole globe who could manage a feat of this magnitude.” He nodded to himself. “However, like I said a minute ago, now it’s our turn. The day after tomorrow we’re going to raid the place where this good sir is hiding and apprehend him. And then lecture him with all sternness not to do anything like this ever again.”

Under the bombardment of everyone’s gazes, Munakata added: “Well, in truth, finding the legal basis for punishing Kounomura-shi presents a slight problem. However, judging from that good sir’s personality, I believe defeating him at his own game should prove enough to dissuade him from interfering with us ever again. With that in mind, I would like you to get ready, ladies and gentlemen.”
“Captain, sir, may I ask a question?” It was Enomoto who timidly raised his hand. “We’ve been searching high and low all this time, trying to locate Kounomura. Despite that, we couldn’t find a single clue to his whereabouts. So my question is, how are you going to pin it down, sir?”
“Oh, it’s easy.” Munakata declared nonchalantly. “We shall simply do what he did and apply the Coin Toss theory, too.”

That caused a buzz of agitation to run through the crowd. Fushimi folded his arms and shut his eyes.

“I pulled a few strings and borrowed a super computer that’s currently in the process of analyzing Kounomura-shi’s activity. We are lucky that he is a celebrity. There is a veritable mountain of data on him in newspapers and magazines that could serve as clues, and there is also an archive of our contacts with him to date. With all of that as the base, we will have an answer in 24 hours.”

Most of the present stood there in blank amazement.

“Excuse me, sir,” said Benzai. “This is something I’ve asked before, but it still bothers me. Captain, when exactly did you have an opportunity to familiarize yourself with that theory in detail? I would think the particulars are top secret business information for the Coin Toss company…”

Munakata shook his head slightly. “As a matter of fact, that theory is so complex that even experts in life science mathematics and chaos theory find it difficult to comprehend, so it is out of question for a layman like myself to achieve an understanding of it. Only…” he paused, “I have commissioned an experimental program that applies it solely in the field of pinning down a person’s whereabouts.”
“Commissioned? Whom, sir?” Akiyama tilted his head to the side a little.
“America. At present, the FBI is researching and developing an analytical program applying the Coin Toss theory that’s limited strictly to criminal investigation. For that reason, technically it’s not the same "Coin Toss” as Kounomura-shi used.“
"Oh!” Akiyama exclaimed before he could check himself and whirled to Fushimi.

Fushimi stood there with an unruffled air and firmly shut eyes.

“That’s right,” Munakata said. “It was one of the gifts that Fushimi-kun brought back from his business trip, short though it was.”
Fushimi opened his eyes and let out a sigh. “You gotta take into account that I had to supply them with all sorts of intelligence in return, so it’s not really a gift. Besides, the case in point aside, this theory ain’t really ready for practical application yet.”
“What do you mean by that, Fushimi-san?”

It was Munakata who answered Akiyama’s question in Fushimi’s place. “To start off, terrible cost-effectiveness is the most glaring issue. Obviously, there exist very few supercomputers that could perform such an analysis, nevermind that running it takes a whole day and costs 10 million yen. What’s more, trouble pertaining to collecting enough data for such an analysis to even become possible is nothing to make light of. With the above in mind, the tried and tested approach of simply assembling enough man power to handle the task is a better and faster alternative. This time it’s a viable option only because we’re dealing with a personage as unique as Kounomura-shi, and because the expenses allotted to us in order to catch him are almost unrestricted.”
“I see,” Akiyama nodded deeply.

But Benzai posed yet another question. “But you did manage to catch Tamada, didn’t you, sir?”
“As the officer who was in pursuit of him, I assume you already know it, but by nature, he’s an anarchist and an aspiring artist. You may not tell it at a glance, but he has revealed quite a bit of information about himself through his blog, publications in fanzines, poetry anthologies and such. Furthermore, he had received psychological counseling several times during the reign of the previous Blue King. There are not many criminals with a track record like that though, wouldn’t you say?”
“No, I suppose not,” Benzai replied thoughtfully.

Speaking of, said Tamada, perhaps having embraced Munakata’s mysterious aura, swore to turn over a new leaf after serving his prison time. Apparently, once he got out, in order to get employment at Scepter 4, he was intent on sitting for their exam.

“So in short, we’re finally gonna do battle with them, right?” Doumyouji chimed in loudly. The reason why he’d kept silent until then was due the lack of sleep he’d been suffering from lately. “Alright! Can’t wait!”

For some time now, he’d been forced to do work that contributed greatly toward building his frustrations. And now, at last, his moment to shine was coming.

“But is it really okay?” Akiyama wondered worriedly. “The opponents have a task force consisting of a fair number of strains, no doubt. And one of them in particular, that man named Nakamura Gouki, is apparently skilled enough to give even the Lieutenant a hard time in a fight. Naturally, if you make your appearance, Captain, we’re not likely to have much unforeseen trouble to worry about, but in case it does come down to, say, street fighting, some collateral damage might be unavoidable.”
“Oh, that shouldn’t be an issue,” Munakata denied resolutely. “I’m quite positive Kounomura-shi only surrounded himself with strains that could be deemed combat-ready troops, like Nakamura Gouki.”
“Huh?” came the collective noise of puzzlement. Even Fushimi frowned his brows, dubious.
“What do you mean, Captain?” asked Akiyama playing the crowd’s representative.
“Well,” Munakata started, “allow me to ask you a question in return. Akiyama-kun. What makes you think Kounomura-shi has a strain task force at his disposal?”
“Uh, well…” Akiyama momentarily stopped to think. “Seeing as they took over our duties, even if it was only temporary, they must have a number of people to—”
“That was only deception.” Not waiting for Akiyama to finish, Munakata interrupted him. “We fell under a certain preconception. Since we are well aware that the job we do on a regular basis is by no means easy, we tend to think that in order for someone else to accomplish it, they’d have to have about the same number of equally skilled people. But as it turns out, that is not necessarily true.”

In a sense, it was a statement that utterly denied the very essence of Scepter 4’s work. And it was no wonder that those who’d heard it couldn’t help being doubtful in its wake. Even Zenjou stared at Munakata in astonishment, like he was seeing him for the first time.

Munakata waved his hand cheerfully. “Oh no, please don’t get the wrong idea. I did not mean to disparage our work, I assure you. What I’m saying is the issue to consider is the underhandedness of some of those on the side of justice.”

For the majority of the present, those words didn’t hit home, but the expressions of Fushimi and Zenjou changed to reflect their understanding, the same as if they’d have said “Oh” or “I see”.

Munakata went on. “What in our job is of the utmost importance, in your opinion? Let’s see…” Without warning, he pointed at Doumyouji. “What do you think, Doumyouji-kun?”
“Erm, the most important part of our job, huh?” Doumyouji looked troubled. “Aw, shucks. Hmm, what might it be? Maybe upholding justice?”
“And what is necessary for that end? On what do we spend the bigger part of our time and effort?”
“We, uh, maintain public order, catch bad guys… and ummm, sow the good, I guess?”

At that vague answer, those around couldn’t help wry smiles raising on their lips along with a warm feeling in their chests, while Munakata shook his head in no uncertain way. “No, that’s not it. Unfortunately, you are wrong.” In reply to the baffled looks on his subordinates’ faces, Munakata elaborated. “The hardest part of our work, requiring the most effort, is to deal with each and every thing in a law-abiding way. This is what unfailingly presents a challenge to us.”

Akiyama’s mouth formed an “Ah” when he heard that. “…I see. That’s what it’s about,” he was heard muttering under his breath.

Munakata continued his explanation. “In other words, if we were to set out to catch wrongdoers, foregoing the formalities and simply doing what it takes to get the job done, like Superman or Batman, there wouldn’t a need for a large scale organization like ours to start with. Coordinating with the police, finding a working balance with the court, negotiating with local residents - it is on those tasks that we spend most of our time, wouldn’t you say?”

Doumyouji was still making a face that said he didn’t get it.

“When Superman or Batman handle a case, they don’t bother going to the courthouse to complete the official procedure, neither do they work on a loan to the police. They don’t have to obtain a formal approval from anyone or calculate their exact expenses and fulfill corresponding paperwork. You never see them drawing up reports that have to be submitted to the superior or filing documents pertaining to an investigation, do you?”

With Munakata’s elaboration, Doumyouji’s face brightened. Seeing as he always endured hellish suffering when it came to his paperwork, to him, that explained everything.

“If I were to put it as bluntly as I can,” Munakata added, “simply catching criminals by using illegal means like Kounomura-shi did, such as hacking security cameras or obtaining intelligence through spies, is not really a job especially difficult to do. And that is why I said what I did earlier: from our perspective, the heroes of justice are quite underhanded.”
“But, in that case,” Fuse sounded very frustrated, “wouldn’t guys like them always have an edge on us when it comes to accomplishing something? Making us who earnestly jump through the hoops look like fools?”

Munakata didn’t wait for him to finish, talking over him. “We have the greater cause to defend. They don’t. That’s the difference, Fuse-kun.” His tone was soft, but at the heart of it was steel-like strength. “And that is precisely why I always say whenever the occasions arises that "our cause is pure”. Isn’t that right, Fuse-kun?“
Fuse was in thought for some time. "Indeed. That’s right. We and them have different goals. Now I see,” he murmured soon after as if letting the thought sink in deeply into his being.

Munakata gazed at Fuse warmly for a while, then stated, “Everything was but an illusion cast by the schemer extraordinaire Kounomura-shi. Having only a small number of allies makes it easy for him to transfer hideouts, while also minimizing the risk of an information leak. As an added bonus, it certainly helped confuse us and lead us astray. Meanwhile, the actual work was done by Nakamura Gouki and but a few of our adevrsary’s most trusted confidants, I assume.”
“But Captain,” Hidaka voiced, “the strains that’ve been captured all attest it was multiple people that did it?”
Munakata’s answer was immediate. “And what is the ability of the person you are presently in charge of questioning?”
After a moment of vacant silence, Hidaka’s eyes went wide. “I see!”

Munakata nodded. “That’s right. He made the number of captors appear more than it actually was - every time when a crime committing strain was seized, at that. As a result it looked like there was a whole multi-person force moving at the scene. Let me reiterate: what they were doing looked the same as our work only on the surface, and that is the sole reason why it was even possible. Everything was no more than an illusion created with figurative smoke and mirrors.”

For a while, everyone present seemed to be absorbed in his or her own pensive thoughts on the issue.

Watching them with a smile, Munakata commented. “Eventually, we will pin down where our adversaries are hiding. And every false image they have shown us will also come to light.” When he continued it was with glee that almost gave one the creeps. “It’s finally time to put our opponents in checkmate. Kounomura-shi is already as good as stark-naked before us.”

It was then that Zenjou, who kept his silence until now, raised his only hand. “There is one thing that bothers me though.”
“What might it be, Zenjou-san?” Munakata inquired, unperturbed as ever even at something as uncommon as Zenjou speaking up.
“At present, we still have several missing people, starting with Awashima Seri, who have yet to come back. And I think we can’t disregard the possibility of them being used as hostages come the worst case scenario.”

His words made Munakata fall silent for a while - for the first time today. But then, the Blue King declared: “…I believe Awashima-kun and the others will be back with us soon enough, each having overcome their respective obstacles.”

Zenjou’s eyes narrowed sharply. “All according to your plan, that included, then?”
Munakata shook his head slowly. “No, it is not,” he said pensively. “If I had to find a word for it,” he smiled, “it would probably be 'faith’.”

†

About 2 days before Scepter 4’s meeting took place, Gotou Ren, whose place the impostor had taken to infiltrate Scepter 4, was on the sea more than 600km away from Japan. Next to him, a bullet ricocheted with a metallic ching.

“!@#$%^&*(!”

Next, yells in a language he couldn’t quite determine could be heard. Which, in turn, was followed by demands to surrender in some broken Japanese with English mixed in.

“Anata no, okasan, naitemasu.” //T/N: equivalent to something like “Ur mama cry”
Gotou sighted, muttering in a light tone, “My, my, what a pickle.”

English wasn’t his forte. Due to the fact, he bet on body language as his chosen means to make his resistance apparent.

He stuck his head out a little from the catwalk. “Hey. Me, go back, Japan. Don’t jama shinaide!” //T/N: “Don’t stand in my way”

With that, he hoisted one middle finger up high in the air. A moment later, he got a response.

“FU*K!” It was accompanied by the sweeping fire from a machine gun.

Gotou panicked, getting on all fours and crawling to hide behind an iron pole. There, he grumbled again in a voice, still lacking any urgency, seemingly oblivious to what unmistakably was a provocation on his part, “My, my, that’s why quick tempered foreigners are such a pain.”

Presently, he was aboard an enormous ship, the Nefertiti. The overall length of it was 175 meters, with the width being 25 meters. The total displacement tonnage measured at 8900 tons. The highest speed it could achieve clocked at 23 knots, with its crew counting 130 members. It was an imposing military transport vessel capable of transporting 2 helicopters, 30 large trucks and 25 tanks.

Its owner was a private military company called 'SPT’ - a multinational enterprise that, among other fields, also engaged in paramilitary activities regulated by a treaty signed in Toronto by 24 countries. A so called Mars-Mercury agreement was enacted between the USA and the EU and designed to keep Japan’s economic growth in check. To counter that, in the last 20 years or so, international laws had been developed allowing active operation for a number of private paramilitary companies, with Japan playing a central role.

And this was what Kounomura Zen'ichi resorted to when booking the vessel in question and its crew for the period of 1 month as a private individual. The mission he gave the crew was to reliably keep Gotou Ren away from Japan. He’d certainly gone out of his way to arrange for a military ship just to keep Gotou under house arrest and strict supervision, and then, to be doubly sure, even make said ship put a considerable amount of distance between itself and the mainland Japan. All of which exhaustively proved the utter importance Kounomura attached to Gotou Ren’s custody as one of the keys for the success of his plan.

Incidentally, said Gotou Ren was currently on the run from the armed guard units after having broken out of the prison designed exclusively for him by escaping through a door 1 meter thick and locked with an electromagnetic lock that required multiple passwords and a fingerprint of the supervisor to open.

At first, his jailers were quite amicable, but after Gotou punched their platoon leader’s lights out, blew up sewer pipes, made three or so of them take a plunge into a septic tank, and two more wallow in wheat flour, their rage had reached the boiling point. Calmly carrying out such acts with a disinterested air about him was what it meant to be Gotou Ren.

The way he went about his breakout was also unusual. For about 2 weeks, he did nothing at all. He seemed perfectly content to just sleep, play smart phone games on the phone supplied to him as a present or paint pictures in isolation, making even his jailers question with concern if he’d even understood his current situation. Still, they had directions from Kounomura to let him spend his time as pleasantly as possible under the circumstances.

Only, Gotou wasn’t doing all of the above without a reason. Those drowsy eyes of his kept meticulously watching and observing. And, having found a blind spot, a momentary opening in his guards’ defenses, he attacked it and freed himself. And just now, he wasn’t just randomly angering his guards. He used their reactions to deduce where on this ship were the most crucial areas.

In the process of running around from his pursuers, he’d arrived at the ship’s vast hold.

“Huh?” With his pursuers closing in on him from behind, Gotou leisurely inclined his head. “This is strange. I thought this should be the engine room or something equally important.” He ran while compiling a map of the ship in his head, but it seemed he went wrong somewhere. “Mn, I still have a lot to improve on, I guess.”

Not sounding especially regretful, Gotou approached a strange cube placed isolatedly in the middle of the hold. He found himself oddly curious about it.

“…I wonder what is this?”

It was then…

“Haaaah!”

…that a tremendously loud scream had issued from inside the construct, making Gotou instinctively take a step back. He had a feeling he might have heard that voice somewhere before.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!”

This time the war cry managed to pack even more fierceness; cracks, one after another, started running across the surface of the cube as a result, and then…

“Phew, finally it breaks.”

…Awashima slipped out of it, twisting her body to fit in through a slender crack. For some reason, she was dressed in a scarlet dress.

“…”
“…”
For a while, Awashima and Gotou simply stared at one another.

“Why are you here, Gotou?!” Awashima broke the silence first.
“…I could ask you the same, ma'am. No, actually, I’m more interested in asking you why you’re decked out like that. Lieutenant, are you getting ready for a wedding or what?”
“D-Don’t be absurd! It’s just this was the only piece of clothing provided to me.”

Both of them looked mightily confused, but the moment their ears caught the sound of Gotou’s pursuers’ footsteps from the passage he’d taken to get here, the two donned composed faces.

Gotou briefly outlined his circumstances to Awashima. In short, having taken him prisoner, the chances were the ship was now a long ways off from Japan. Awashima was quick to get a grasp on the situation, and even quicker to make a decision.

“Understood,” she said as if it was the most trivial thing in the world. “Let’s commandeer this ship.”

That took even Gotou by slight surprise. “…We’d be up against more than 50 armed soldiers though?”
“Oh?” Awashima smiled charmingly, working on rolling up the sleeves and shortening the hem of her dress to make it easy to move in. “Does that really count as 'many’? You and I are both the Blue King’s clansmen, don’t forget.”
“I see.” Gotou had found his resolve. Smiling without a trace of tension, he added, “Seems like an appropriate number in that case.”
“True.” Awashima fixed her gaze on the entrance from which the soldiers were likely to appear. “We’ve got to go back to the Captain’s side as quickly as possible, and to that end, every second counts. I have no doubt he’s waiting for our return even as we speak.”

Gotou nodded in agreement, cracking his fingers.

It was 4 hours later that the ship made a sharp U-turn and started heading back to the far away Japan it had previously departed from.

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