Chapter 93 - 92: Morimoto Chiyoda’s Emergency Mission_1

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May 14th, Sunday. Because it was a holiday, Aozawa didn’t get up at six, instead sleeping in until past seven. "Ah," he yawned as he got up, casually changed into his comfortable blue and white loungewear, and slowly made his way to the door. "Good morning, Chitose." "You little lazy bug, hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth." Her soft and charming voice held a touch of indulgence. Morimoto Chiyoda hadn’t practiced yoga that morning as she usually did. Sleeping in was a luxury befitting a holiday. So, she had also slept in and was only now preparing breakfast. The SIZZLE of frying steak arose from the skillet. Aozawa yawned and headed to the washroom. Looking at his sleepy reflection in the mirror, he filled his cup with water. A week goes by so fast. Tomorrow is Monday. I wonder what kind of Superpower will refresh? It’s also unclear how the Transformation Ability will be weakened. Will it be the duration of the transformation? Or will it be the difficulty of the transformation types? While thinking about those things, he squeezed toothpaste onto his brush, picked up the water-filled cup, rinsed his mouth, spat, and began brushing his teeth. After finishing, he washed his face. The youth in the mirror looked refreshed. He then ruffled his short black hair. Aozawa rinsed the towel, hung it up, and turned to leave the washroom. The sizzling noise from the pan had stopped. Morimoto Chiyoda lifted the steak out of the pan and placed it on a bed of lettuce. Underneath the lettuce were pan-fried slices of bread. Today’s breakfast was Morimoto Chiyoda’s homemade steak sandwiches; she diagonally sliced the bread and steak with a knife. Two glasses of freshly squeezed juice stood on the kitchen counter. "Drink the juice first," Morimoto Chiyoda reminded him. Aozawa rolled his eyes and said, "Chitose, sometimes you’re like an old woman, always nagging me about the same things." "’If I don’t nag you, you won’t do as you’re told,’ Morimoto Chiyoda retorted, knowing Aozawa’s personality all too well. If she didn’t specify certain steps, he’d just do whatever he pleased. Aozawa laughed and sat on the high stool. He suddenly noticed that Morimoto Chiyoda, across from him, wasn’t wearing casual clothes today but her police uniform. "Chitose, are you working today?" "You brat! You still dare to quibble when I call you ungrateful? And you’re only just noticing my clothes are different!" Morimoto Chiyoda picked up her juice, shooting him a sidelong glance. Aozawa said playfully, "I just woke up; my mind’s still a little fuzzy." Morimoto Chiyoda took a sip of her juice and explained, "This morning, the Chief called. He said there’s an emergency task and asked me to go to the police station." "What kind of emergency task is it?" "He didn’t say what it was. I’ll find out when I get there. What a pain," Morimoto Chiyoda muttered. For the Chief to urgently summon me, a career-track Inspector on vacation, it must be related to someone important. If it involved a minor figure, there would be no need to dispatch me. Career-track Inspectors like me are specifically assigned to handle cases involving important figures. Those Inspectors with less distinguished academic backgrounds handle cases involving ordinary people. This was also a little-known, unspoken rule within the police station. 「Breakfast was over.」 Morimoto Chiyoda drove to Ayase Police Station. The car she drove was a moderately priced white Toyota. She parked in the lot, locked the doors, and walked toward Ayase Police Station. She didn’t greet anyone along the way. Within the station, she only interacted with a few female officers. She wasn’t familiar with anyone else. Having chosen to slack off and coast, Morimoto Chiyoda naturally avoided any unpleasant socializing and didn’t care if her relationships with other colleagues were awkward. When she reached the Chief’s office, she knocked and called out, "Chief Kimura, it’s Morimoto Chiyoda." "Come in." A deep voice came from behind the door. Morimoto Chiyoda opened the door. The Chief’s office wasn’t very large—average-sized, with simple furnishings, except for an aquarium against the right-hand wall. An old man with a wrinkled face sat upright in his chair. His hair was dyed jet-black, and a name plaque on the desk read: Chief: Kimura Tadao. He had a stern expression, and his eyes, free from the cloudiness common in old age, were sharp, giving him an air of shrewd competence. His private reputation wasn’t good: incompetent, arrogant, and attracted to men. Most of the handsome young officers in the station had been harassed by him. Patting bottoms was a common tactic. Morimoto Chiyoda was indifferent. The Chief harassed men; it had nothing to do with women. "Chief Kimura, why did you call me in today?" Kimura Tadao spoke seriously, "Morimoto Police Department, a horrifying crime is currently taking place in Tokyo, and the Metropolitan Police Department wants to enlarge the task force handling the case. I’ve recommended you as a member of this task force." Hearing this, Morimoto Chiyoda said, her eyes flickering with surprise, "Chief Kimura, I’m afraid my abilities might not be adequate." "That’s alright. In the task force, you’ll work just as you do here. Don’t feel any pressure." The sternness on Kimura Tadao’s face softened into a gentle expression. He had chosen Morimoto Chiyoda for the task force precisely because he valued her talent for slacking off. Yasuda Masao’s plan to expand the task force was unstoppable. The Police Director could only find other ways to create obstacles, such as stuffing the task force with slackers or troublemakers to indirectly hinder the investigation. Kimura Tadao was a confidant of the Police Director. This connection wasn’t new; the Kimura family had maintained a good relationship with the Police Director’s family for generations. Since the Police Director wanted such individuals, Kimura naturally offered his help. Looking around Ayase Police Station, only Morimoto Chiyoda was suitable. On paper, Morimoto Chiyoda’s record was flawless. She ranked first in the station’s Marksmanship courses every year, was equally skilled in Police Baton Technique, and her Hand-to-Hand Combat Skills were also excellent. She was proficient in all forms of combat and a top graduate from Tokyo University. An elite among elites. Judging solely by her official record, no one would guess Morimoto Chiyoda was a super slacker. Most tasks Kimura Tadao assigned her were handed in late; the rest, she would procrastinate on until the absolute deadline. At her young age, she was already living a peaceful, quasi-retired life, devoid of ambition. "Chief Kimura, I promise to work just as diligently there as I do here. I won’t disappoint your expectations!" Morimoto Chiyoda was no fool. She immediately understood: if they were sending her to the task force despite her well-known slacking, it meant they didn’t want the case solved. Kimura Tadao nodded with satisfaction. Talking to intelligent people was so much easier. "If there’s anything you don’t understand," he said, "remember to ask me anytime. Ayase Police Station will always have your back." The subtext was that I should act as an informant within the task force, Morimoto Chiyoda thought. Morimoto Chiyoda complained internally. Even a slacker like me is getting dragged into the higher-ups’ power struggles. Sigh, when you’re part of the system, you can’t always do as you please. "Yes, if I encounter any issues, I will be sure to consult you, Chief Kimura."

Chapter 93 - 92: Morimoto Chiyoda’s Emergency Mission_1

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