Only I Follow the Law: An Unorthodox Tokyo Cultivation Routine

What does it mean to be wicked?

Anna Yagyu turned her head, blinked, and looked adorably dazed, still maintaining her bent-over, sticking-out posture.

"It could be..." Han Chuan You was standing next to her, and Yagyu Genne was too embarrassed to speak, so she could only pull her sister aside.

She had to let her sister know just what kind of twisted person this guy was.

Anna Yagyu tilted her ear and listened to her sister's accusations; a beautiful blush instantly appeared on her cheeks.

She turned her head: "Senior, you..."

Spanking girls and stuff, I actually did that just now...

Han Chuanyou wasn't embarrassed at all: "Okay, it was just a joke, your sister actually believed it."

"I see." Anna Yagyu smiled sweetly, revealing adorable dimples at the corners of her mouth. "I knew you weren't the type to do something like this."

After all, her image of him on the tram that day was still vivid in her mind; in her heart, her senior had always been a person full of a sense of justice.

Seeing that his sister believed him so easily, Yagyu Genon became even angrier.

Anna was completely fooled by his outward pretense.

"Alright, alright, I'll apologize. Please forgive me, Minister." Han Chuan You stood up, put his hand on the girl's shoulder, and said, "I'll buy you drinks. What would you like?"

With a cold, handsome face, Yagyu Genon slapped his hand away.

"I want the most expensive one."

"Then orange juice it is. Anna, don't be shy with me."

"Calpis is fine, thank you, senior."

After buying drinks, the group sat under the shade of a tree and each opened their own lunchbox.

Anna Yagyu looked down at her bento box, hesitating to pick up her chopsticks.

Yagyu Genon looked at her: "Anna?"

"Okay!" the girl responded immediately, holding the chopsticks between her thumbs, and clasping her hands together. "I'm starting!"

Noticing Anna's unusual difficulty in using her chopsticks, Hanakawa Yu couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

The girl shook her head, looked at the dishes in the bento box, first unscrewed the Calpis to prepare, then pursed her lips and showed a look of resignation.

These past two days, for some reason, my sister has actually started learning to cook.

At first, she was quite relieved, after all, her sister was clueless about housework, so she had to learn to take care of herself, otherwise there would be no one to take care of her after she got married.

But reality dealt her a heavy blow.

Why is it that the food my seemingly capable older sister makes is so hard to swallow? The tamagoyaki is overcooked to the point of being charred and extremely dry, the ginger-braised pork is so salty it's bitter, and the tempura is so tough it hurts your teeth.

Each one is a challenge to the limits of human taste buds.

Today's bento box actually looks pretty good, and it probably tastes alright too; that's the only way she can console herself.

Anna picked up a piece of tamagoyaki and put it in her mouth, but the expected taste sensation didn't happen.

She opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"Sister, you did a great job!"

Although the taste wasn't particularly amazing, it was absolutely delicious compared to the previous two days.

Upon hearing this, Yagyu Genon breathed a sigh of relief.

That's good. These past few days, I've had my younger sister act as a taste tester, listening to her suggestions and gradually making improvements. Finally, it's showing some results.

She glanced sideways at Han Chuanyou beside her.

Noticing her looking over, Han Chuan You smiled and asked, "A bento you made yourself?"

"Hmm." Yagyu Genon nodded slightly, maintaining a reserved demeanor.

"That's amazing. I'm usually too lazy to get up in the morning, let alone make myself a bento box."

Han Chuan You nodded, not holding back his praise, and then continued to eat the loving lunch prepared by Mizuki.

Yagyu Genon's eyes widened, seemingly surprised by his limited reaction.

She remained silent for a moment, then reluctantly picked up a piece of teriyaki chicken and put it in her mouth.

Don't just eat the right amount; you should be able to eat more.

Unexpectedly, before she could react, a pair of chopsticks swiftly picked up the fried shrimp from her bento box:

"Success! Here, have some okra."

"you!"

One of the two fried shrimp was taken by Han Chuan You, and Yagyu Genne took a piece of stewed beef from him as revenge.

Han Chuanyou didn't care at all; food tastes better when everyone's fighting over it. He chewed on some shrimp and said, "It tastes pretty good, it's got my style."

"Of course."

Yagyu Genon gave a soft hum, and the corners of his lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

Seeing Anna across from him eager to try the dishes in his bento, Yuuka handed her the bento.

"What kind of sandwich do you want? Let's swap."

"Thank you, senior."

The girl happily ate her meal, looking at the two people in front of her.

I used to think that my sister wouldn't have many close friends because of her personality, and that I would be lonely when I wasn't around. But now it seems that I don't need to worry about her too much.

……

Shinjuku Police Station.

The current head of the Hashimoto family, Fumio Hashimoto, stared grimly at the corpse covered by a white sheet on the morgue.

Last time, one of the Matsukawa gang's strongholds was taken down, and this time it's another gang, even losing their son in the process. He has reason to suspect that it was his rivals who did it.

A woman lay on the corpse, wailing. Since learning of Hashimoto Aoki's death, her tears had not stopped, and her makeup was ruined by crying.

"My son, who was so cruel as to let you die such a tragic death!"

Hashimoto Fumio's thoughts were disturbed by his wife's cries, and he became somewhat irritated.

"Chuanzi, calm down."

"How can I stay calm?" The woman straightened up, shaking his arm. "Wensheng, our child is dead. I'll make that so-called Grim Reaper pay the price!"

"That's only if you can find it."

"Father, Mother, please accept my condolences. Please listen to what the police have to say."

Beside him, a refined-looking man offered words of comfort. He was the eldest son of the Hashimoto family, Hashimoto Aoyama, and Hashimoto Aoki was his third brother.

Although he had always looked down on his younger brother, who led a dissolute life, indulging in pleasure and being bloated with fat, he was still a blood relative. Seeing the corpse before his eyes, he still felt a pang of sadness.

He turned to look at Tanaka Tsukasa beside him, his expression serious: "Inspector Tanaka, I want a definite answer. Who killed my brother? I don't believe there really is such a thing as a Grim Reaper."

Tanaka Tsukasa had been so troubled by these cases that he hadn't had a proper night's sleep in days. His hair was disheveled and his police uniform was wrinkled, making him look unkempt.

"I don't believe it either, but the case is indeed strange."

Hashimoto Fumio raised his hand, stopping his son from speaking:

"We know how inefficient you are. All I need is the perpetrator's exact method and relevant case information. Since you can't find it, we'll use our own methods to investigate."

Although Tanaka Tsukasa had no liking for such a family that was rife with corruption behind the scenes, he still shared his speculations about the case:

"Based on the information we have so far, the perpetrator is proficient in swordsmanship and may also be proficient in some kind of hypnosis. The mist on his body may be the effect of dry ice mixed with clothing made of black misty gauze. Also... we cannot rule out the possibility that it may be a product of the United States' super soldier program."

Upon hearing his final addition, Hashimoto Fumio's chest heaved, and he took a deep breath.

This is the last thing he wanted to see.