Tokyo: Rabbit Police and Her Evil Partner

Chapter 403 The Battle of Genpei
Hearing the shouts, Hira Sakura could feel the murderous intent even through the door.

She peeked out from the cardboard box and saw Yuan Yuzi push open the door, her face showing a mixture of anger and amusement. She clenched her little fists and asked, "Where's the ice cream in the fridge?"

In an instant, Hira Sakurako's brain raced with lightning speed.

Her first thought was to lie, cover up the incident, and then find a way to make amends later; but then she realized that this was a defensive behavior she had subconsciously acted out of fear, the worst possible strategy—Yuan Yuzi clearly already knew that she had eaten the ice cream, and was now just asking questions with the answer in mind. At this point, making excuses would only lead to her death!
She pondered further: how exactly was this matter exposed? Logically speaking, Minamoto no Tamako should have suspected Fushimi Shika first. The more Fushimi Shika tried to deny it, the more suspicious Minamoto no Tamako would become... Maybe it was Fushimi Shika who betrayed her and complained to Minamoto no Tamako, which led to Minamoto no Tamako coming to cause her trouble.

In this way, she still has room for argument, but the risk is very high because her opponent is Fushimi Shika, and she doesn't think she can win the argument against Fushimi Shika.

Hira Sakura quickly weighed the pros and cons and finally decided to make a tactical confession.

“I ate it,” she said calmly.

"How could you steal something—"

Before Yuan Yuzi could finish speaking, Ping Yingzi quickly corrected her, "I didn't steal it. You said I could eat it."

"When did I say that?" Yuan Yuzi was taken aback.

"Just last night, I asked if I could have some more dessert, and you said no, it would affect my appetite for dinner. Then I promised that I wouldn't leave any leftovers for dinner, and you nodded in agreement," Ping Yingzi quickly repeated.

“I was talking about dessert! How can you eat my ice cream if you don’t eat your own dessert?” Minamoto Tamako felt that Hira Sakurako was making excuses, and this argument sounded very familiar, it was simply a low-budget version of Fushimi-kun’s sophistry.

"You didn't make it clear yourself. Isn't ice cream a dessert?" Hira Sakura retorted. "I thought you meant ice cream."

"Then why don't you just say ice cream? Why do you say 'dessert'? This behavior is extremely offensive!"

"What's so bad about it? If you put it in the fridge and don't eat it, isn't it a waste if it expires?"

"Today, your teacher praised you as a good child who admits and corrects your mistakes, but I think you're just a bad child!"

……

The two women's arguments grew increasingly rapid in pace and with more exaggerated gestures, their shouting even drowning out the sounds of Fushimi Shika's video game. The latter simply paused the game, craned her neck, and leaned over the sofa to watch their epic battle.

As Yuan Yuzi spoke, she grew angrier and angrier. Seeing that Ping Yingzi was unrepentant, she could no longer bear it and reached out to flick Ping Yingzi's forehead with her finger.

Ping Yingzi exclaimed "Ah!" and tilted her head back. When she came to her senses, she covered her forehead, looking incredulous.

Seeing her expression, Minamoto Tamako realized she shouldn't have hit her. She felt a little flustered and stammered an apology, trying to calm Sakura down.

Before she could utter a complete sentence, Ping Yingzi suddenly reached out and flicked her forehead.

Minamoto Tamako was also stunned, thinking, "Sakurako actually dared to hit me! She's actually learned to hit people!" Every time Mom flicked her forehead, she didn't dare to say a word, but Sakurako actually fought back!
This is absolutely outrageous!!

Gen Tamako's anger flared up again, and she flicked him on the forehead, shouting, "Don't hit people!"

Hirayuko was hit again, her flattened bangs bounced up, and she was not to be outdone, so she retaliated again and shouted, "You hit me first!"

"I'm using force to teach you a lesson! Stop playing! You're not allowed to play!"

"I'll play! Why can you shoot but I can't play?!"

"stop!"

Gen Tamako covered her forehead and nudged Hira Sakurako; Hira Sakurako pouted and nudged Gen Tamako's arm in return.

The two of them pushed each other, neither willing to give in, and eventually they started attacking each other.

Yuan Yuzi leaned back, closed her eyes, turned her face away, and waved her hands up and down like a dinosaur digging in the dirt, finally managing to hit Ping Yingzi's small hand with a bit of luck.
Hira Sakurako faced her fear head-on, like a grandmaster, Ip Man of Wing Chun, her straight punch leaving afterimages. Due to the difference in size and physique, her small fist could occasionally hit Gen Tamako's palm.

Seeing this, Fushimi Shika did not step forward to stop him. He opened a bag of potato chips, leaned against the sofa, and ate his melon seeds with great interest.

The two sides were evenly matched, like Ip Man and Cheung Tin-chi exchanging punches, moving around as they fought, from indoors to the living room, from a straight punch to a wild horse mane.

Master Ping cut off the lower part of Yuan Yuzi's body, stepped on Yuan Yuzi's toes, and turned to try to run away; Yuan Yuzi pounced on her like a hungry tiger, knocking Master Ping down onto the sofa.

Ping Yingzi did a somersault and sat between Yuan Yuzi's legs, with her back to Yuan Yuzi's legs. In the posture of a camel pulling a rickshaw, she grabbed Yuan Yuzi's ankles and tried to drag her off the sofa.

Minamoto Tamako struggled incessantly, thinking she was going to fall to her death. She screamed, "Help! Help!" and grabbed Fushimi Shika's belt with her right hand while using her left hand to smash Sakurako's head with the sofa cushion.

"Let go! My pants are going to fall down!" Fushimi Shika has never liked wearing belts. He feels that belts are too tight around the waist. He usually prefers to wear stretchy sweatpants, so he suffered the consequences.

Minamoto no Tamako held on tightly, refusing to let go, while Hiraoko, like a stubborn mule, kept pulling the Tamako-brand rickshaw forward... Fushimi Shika couldn't stay out of it; he could only shout for the two to stop fighting, but they ignored him. When people are angry, they won't listen to reason.

Gentaka slid down, landing steadily on her buttocks in a glute bridge position, without getting hurt. Before she could even catch her breath, Hira Sakura seized on her weakness again, pulling down her socks along her ankles.

"A foul attack!"

Ping Yingzi swung her fists wildly, spinning them back and forth like a windmill, slapping the socks at Yuan Yuzi. Yuan Yuzi couldn't defend herself, raising her hands to block, curling her legs up, and shouting, "My socks don't smell! They don't smell!"

Fushimi Shika couldn't stand it any longer. He felt that if the two continued fighting, the house would be torn apart. Jun huddled in a corner and didn't say a word.

"Alright... stop hitting..."

He offered a few words of advice, but to little avail.

With her divine weapon in hand, Hira Sakurako's confidence swelled, and she dominated Minamoto Tamako, swinging her socks around and knocking over potato chips on the coffee table. She also slapped Fushimi Shika's face a few times. Minamoto Tamako retaliated, grabbing potato chips from the ground and throwing them at Hira Sakurako like projectiles.

The living room was in complete chaos, with chickens flying and flowers scattering everywhere, but both sides suffered virtually no casualties.

Fushimi Shika, unable to bear it any longer, seized the opportunity and grabbed the ears of both of them with both hands, twisting them backward and slowly lifting them up; Hira Sakurako and Minamoto Tamako immediately cried out in pain, like cats whose fate had been caught by the scruff of their necks, and slowly straightened up following Fushimi Shika's hands.

"Ouch! Ouch! That hurts!"

Stop pulling! Let go!

Fushimi Shika sat between the two women, looking them over. Seeing their defiant expressions, she said, "If you two cease fighting, I'll let go."

"I'll add another stamp!" Yuan Yuzi immediately used her trump card, trying to break free of the restraints first and teach Ping Yingzi a lesson.

"I can't guarantee what I'll say!" Hira Sakurako knew a lot of Fushimi Shika's shady secrets, and if pushed too far, she might destroy everything.

Gen Tamako reacted quickly, glancing sideways at me and demanding, "What are you talking about? What are you hiding from me?"

Fushimi Shika was in a particularly bad mood. He forced a pained expression and said, "Both are my flesh and blood, it hurts me to punish either of them!"

Upon hearing this, both of them were taken aback.

Seizing the opportunity, Fushimi Shika continued, "Stop fighting! Wouldn't it be better if everyone just got along? Can't we resolve things through communication? Is violence the only solution?"

Seeing that neither of them spoke, Fushimi Shika loosened his grip a bit and decided to give them both equal blame: "Especially you, Tamako, you're such a grown-up, and you're still arguing with a seven-year-old? With such a narrow mind, you still want to be a famous detective or police inspector? Where did your past integrity go?"

“Exactly!” Hira Sakurako chimed in.

"What do you mean, 'just what'? Aren't you right?" Fushimi Shika turned around and continued to criticize, "Who taught you to steal? You stole someone else's things and then wouldn't admit it. Shouldn't you be punished? You even dared to talk back to the teacher at school. If this were when I was a kid, I would have spanked you into three pieces!"

Seeing that both of them had lowered their heads, Fushimi Shika finally let go, patted their little heads, and said earnestly, "Alright, since we're all good friends, let's apologize to each other!"

Hirayuko was very unhappy, but she knew in her heart that she was indeed in the wrong, and stammered, "I'm sorry..."

Minamoto no Tamako was equally heavy-hearted. She had really lost her temper. Fushimi-kun was right; she shouldn't have held a grudge against Sakurako. "It's okay, I forgive you, but you absolutely mustn't do it again..."

Ping Yingzi let out a "whoosh".

"That's more like it!" Fushimi Shika smiled and took their hands, saying, "Let's shake hands now, we're still good friends!"

Minamoto no Tamako realized what was happening and shook off Fushimi Shika's hand, telling Fushimi Shika not to treat her like a child.

Afterwards, she took Ping Yingzi back to her room and whispered some comforting words to Ping Yingzi, which finally put Ping Yingzi at ease. The two eventually reconciled during dinner.

After dinner, Fushimi Shika taught Hira Sakurako how to play video games, and the latter immediately became engrossed, playing with complete concentration. Even after 11 p.m., when it was time for bed, Hira Sakurako still refused to put down the controller.

Fushimi Shika helped her save the file, then forcibly unplugged the power cord, forcing her to go back to her room to sleep.

Tomorrow is the day of the trial. Yuan Yuzi lay in bed, tossing and turning, her mind filled with thoughts of Fujiwara Homare and Yoshikawa Rio.

She didn't know how to face Fujiwara Homare in the dock, nor how to untangle this unsolvable knot.

Sigh, if only I had delayed it a little longer...

(End of this chapter)