Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 239: King Fushimi Shika

Takusai Kazama walked into the train carrying a shoulder bag. High school students in school uniforms stood up and gave their seats to the disabled. For the first time, he found Japanese etiquette annoying.

He ignored her, held the ring with one hand, and took the train back to Sugamo.

After staying in Hokkaido for more than a month, it felt like a lifetime ago when he returned to Tokyo. Takusai Kazama opened the door of his home and saw a thin layer of dust on the furniture. He stood in the entrance hall without entering the living room and bent down to pick up the letters piled under the letter slot.

He held the letter between his ring finger and middle finger, and moved his index finger and thumb quickly, throwing the advertising flyers on the ground and picking out the overdue bills. When he got to the end, his fingers suddenly stopped.

The last email was from the property rights contract for the Yinliu Dojo. As the grandmaster of Menkyo Kaiden, Chihime Kazama was naturally qualified to open a dojo... According to the inheritance law, the dojo belonged to Takusai Kazama.

After reading the property rights contract, Takusa Kazama said nothing and still did not enter the living room. He turned around and left with his bag and knocked on the door next door.

Ajun's voice was faintly heard from behind the door. Takusa Kazama checked his watch and knocked on the door again.

The door on the left suddenly opened, and Shirakawa Miki claimed to be the apartment manager and asked Kazama Takusai what he wanted. The latter answered truthfully, saying that he was a colleague of the tenant and had an appointment to meet today.

"Ah, that's unfortunate, they're out," Shirakawa Miki said with a smile, "If it's not something urgent, I can help you tell them..."

"No."

Takusai Kazama refused outright. He called Fushimi Shika and asked where they were. The latter reported the location of the shooting range and asked what he had found. Takusai Kazama did not answer and hung up the phone.

Instead of taking a car directly to the shooting range, he took a detour to the Yinliu Dojo first.

The memorial tablets and stone steps had not been cleaned for a long time, and were covered with moss. The gate was sealed, and Fengjian Takusai went around to the backyard. There was a wind chime hanging on the porch, and the deer-scare was broken. The water was rushing past, and the sound of the bamboo sword waving in the past was like a dream bubble.

He opened the sliding door, walked into the dojo, passed through the wooden corridor, found Kazama Chihime's name tag in the lounge, and pried open the locker with a wire with one hand - inside was a kendo uniform, a wooden sword, and a family photo.

Takusai Kazama took the photo and put it in his wallet.

He took a taxi to the shooting range, paid the site fee, and asked the staff at the front desk to lead the way. The two of them walked through the indoor shooting range of the greenhouse and headed for the outdoor practice area. Not long after they walked, they heard gunshots and the faint exclamation of the security guard.

The two men turned around the fence and saw Gen Tamako wearing goggles, holding a gun in both hands, aiming at the iron target with her head tilted; directly opposite her, about ten meters away, Fushimi Kaka was holding a knife sideways, ready for an Iai-slash.

“What are you doing…”

The staff noticed that the security guard had a look of disbelief on his face, his goggles were lifted up, he had his hands on his hips, and he kept scratching his head. The expression on his face could be photographed and made into an emoticon.

Seeing this, the staff wanted to remind them that this was very dangerous. How could someone stand in front of a gun?

Before he could open his mouth, he heard a gunshot and Gen Tamako pulled the trigger - at the same moment, or to be precise, before Gen Tamako pulled the trigger, Fushimi Shika suddenly drew his sword, and the dazzling sunlight refracted a frame, almost blinding the staff's eyes.

The sound of gunfire and bullet impact merged into one, and the bullet debris separated into two parts, brushing past Fushimi Ka's left arm and falling on the pile of rocks and dead trees, making two crisp sounds and splashing a small cloud of dust.

Not only were the staff stunned, even Kazama Takusai took a breath.

Fushimi Shika swung his sword and sheathed it. In the eyes of Kazama Takusai, his figure overlapped with that of Kazama Chihiro.

...exactly the same.

Not only was the movement of putting the knife away the same, the breathing rhythm was the same, and even the small habit of using the side of the thumb to press against the blade was exactly the same. Kazama Takusai was speechless for a moment.

On the other side, Yuan Yuzi took off her goggles and also looked shocked.

They had tried dozens of times just now, but Fushimi Shika only succeeded once. Gen Yuzi thought it was a coincidence and was very dissatisfied. Even if her marksmanship was so bad, it wouldn't affect the firing speed of the bullet, right?

He never expected that he would succeed again. On average, he could hit one out of thirty bullets, with a probability of one in thirty. It would be a bit far-fetched to say that it was just a blind guess.

This unscientific!

"Yes, it must be another coincidence!" Yuan Yuzi said loudly, "I have tried so many times, you are just luckier!"

"Come again."

Fushimi Shika didn't argue with Yuan Yuzi, so as not to affect his flow state. He couldn't control himself at this moment, and had to keep his nerves tense all the time to barely predict Yuan Yuzi's shooting action.

Hearing this, Yuan Yuzi put on her goggles again, raised the muzzle of her gun, and carefully aimed at the iron target to the left of Fushimi Ka, so as not to accidentally shoot someone to death...

To be honest, when she first heard this request, Yuan Yuzi refused in her heart. No matter how you look at it, this is too dangerous. What if she accidentally shoots Fushimi-kun in the head? Wouldn't she become a shrimp rice?

Fushimi Shika tried to persuade her, even promising to pay for the indulgence, but Yuan Yuzi still refused. It was not until Fushimi Shika put on a bulletproof vest that she reluctantly agreed... If it weren't for the rapid shooting, she would still be quite confident in her shooting skills.

At this moment, Yuan Yuzi held her breath and stared, aiming for nearly two minutes. When the others became impatient, she pulled the trigger.

Another gunshot was heard, and Fushimi Shika suddenly drew his sword. There was a flash of fire, and the bullet flew past the blade.

He missed.

"Come again."

Fushimi Shika was not discouraged. He tried more than ten times.

Takusai Kazama stood at the edge of the fence and watched. The staff member did not plan to leave and secretly called his colleagues to come and watch. Before they knew it, a circle of people surrounded the shooting range.

Fushimi Shika was focused and staring at Gen Tamaki. The latter fired again. There was a sudden sound of a sword being drawn and the bullet split into two, splashing a streak of fire in the air.

Everyone exclaimed and applauded as if they were watching a circus.

Now Yuan Yuzi couldn't deceive herself anymore.

She lowered her gun in a daze, her eyes wide open, wondering how could the gap between people be so big? She could understand that some people were born strong and good at sports, but was this talent too strong?
Is Fushimi-kun a natural swordsman? Just like Miyamoto Musashi, he was able to kill an adult swordsman at the age of thirteen. It can be said that he was born with a talent for swordsmanship...

Yuan Yuzi's self-confidence was severely hit.

Not only is Fushimi-kun talented, he also practices secretly behind her back... Not only does he practice swordsmanship, he also studies legal terms, researches cooking techniques, exercises social skills, and even has enough energy to infiltrate a cult to investigate a case!
How could this person be like this?

She thought she was working hard enough, but when compared with Fushimi-kun, it seemed that she was the one who was slacking off!

(End of this chapter)