Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner Chapter 181 - 103: Great Advantages of Being Great

As Fushimi Roku’s words ca to an end, the world quieted down.

His brain filtered out the noisy, useless information, reconstructing the flat marble floor. Majestic stone pillars rose from the ground, and the surrounding walls were covered with colorful glass like a Vatican church. The do was carved with epic masterpieces, from Ancient Ro’s "Twelve Tables" to the "Penalty Book" of the Spring and Autumn period, from Egypt’s "Minis Code" to the "federal regulations" of the United States... Legal articles from ancient to modern tis gathered here, forming a throne of judgnt from countless classic cases.

The red carpet descended, and the steel long table displayed the seats: Demon Kawai was the plaintiff and plaintiff’s lawyer; Kazama Chihi was the defendant, and Angel was the defense lawyer.

After Fushimi Roku elevated his intelligence to S-Class, he gained a rather special ability, which he nad "Judicial Court." It’s sowhat similar to a mind palace, capable of compressing the entire process of appeals, trials, debates, and delivering judgnts in his mind. To be precise, this was the first ti he ever implented a true "Heavenly Punishnt."

"I had no choice at that ti. Is it wrong to want to escape?"

Kazama Chihi gathered her wits, adjusted her breathing, and held her sword in the upper stance, sharp as ever.

Angel raised a hand and presented the argunt: "According to Article 36, Item 1 of Japan’s Criminal Code: For acts committed to defend oneself or another’s rights against imminent unlawful infringent, no penalty is imposed; my client acted in self-defense under ergency circumstances, conforming completely to the legal provisions of justifiable defense and ergency evacuation and should not be regarded as a cri!"

Kawai raised a hand in objection: "The opposing counsel claims the defendant’s actions constitute justifiable defense and ergency evacuation. However, this is seriously inconsistent with the facts. Their actions do not align with Japan’s criminal law about justifiable defense and ergency evacuation, and they should bear criminal responsibility according to the law."

"The justifiable defense stipulated in Article 36, Item 1 of Japan’s Criminal Code, is for acts against imminent unlawful infringent to defend oneself or others’ rights when necessary. But in this case, the defendant’s so-called ’defensive actions’ are riddled with unreasonable aspects."

"The persecutory acts of the educational institution had nothing to do with my client. The defendant’s subjective assumption that my client would alert the educational institution shows that the defendant was not acting out of ’necessity’ but had the intention of an active attack. Furthermore, the defendant used extre asures before the unlawful infringent threatened life safety, clearly exceeding the necessary limit!"

...

Fushimi Roku knocked the gavel for a recess. He inquired: "In that case, was anyone chasing you at the ti? Did Minamoto Naoaki obstruct you?"

Kazama Chihi’s murderous aura was palpable, yet Fushimi Roku remained as calm as water, leaving her puzzled at his fearless composure.

For unknown reasons, she suddenly recalled the entire process of condemning Kai Yuusaku. She had asked him whether he admitted guilt, and he readily did, without any defense.

Kazama Chihi suddenly understood his feelings back then.

"No," she said honestly.

The last grain of sand slipped down, and the hourglass was empty.

Inside the Judicial Court, the judge knocked the gavel to pronounce judgnt.

The sound of unsheathing a blade exploded, the sword light flashing down like a thunderbolt—the cockpit was too narrow for a horizontal slash—only to see Fushimi Roku tilt his head, using the helt atop his head to block the sword’s edge. Kazama Chihi coldly laughed; how could a construction site plastic helt withstand...

Crack!

Fushimi Roku’s helt split open, the plastic shell shattered and revealed the steel plate underneath. Simultaneously, he squeezed the trigger, hitting Kazama Chihi’s left arm, blood splattering all around.

Her long, narrow eyes finally widened, watching the tachi slip from her grasp.

"Uh, sss, that hurts..."

Fushimi Roku covered his head, rubbing it back and forth. Fortunately, the plastic shell cushioned the force; otherwise, he’d likely have ended up with a concussion. Even so, the impact made him grimace like Tom Cat, in pain and possibly with skin breaking and swelling.

Before Kazama Chihi could recover, he continued to shoot in bursts, successively breaking Kazama Chihi’s calf, right forearm, and left palm. She staggered, retreating step by step, collapsing near the control desk like a puppet with cut strings, her limbs no longer obeying her commands.

At such close range, with his arm extended, the gun barrel almost touched Kazama Chihi’s body. If he couldn’t hit the target from here, he might as well just, well, die.

Firing eight bullets in succession, emptying the magazine, none hit a vital point.

Kazama Chihi slumped to one side, panting heavily, pleading, "I, I realize my mistakes... Give a chance to reform... At that ti, it was indeed out of desperation... Aren’t you also passionate about Heavenly Punishnt? I understand you, I can be your assistant and help you execute evil-doers..."

Fushimi Roku turned a deaf ear, squatting down, and asked, "Do you know why I didn’t aim for the head?"

"Be-because... you want to spare my life?" Kazama Chihi said.

"Wrong. I need to jump out of the car while you’re still alive. When we fall at high speed, your body will instinctively cling to , which is why I deliberately didn’t shoot your thighs or upper arms."

After Fushimi Roku finished speaking, he tore a piece of cloth to gag Kazama Chihi, preventing her from biting him before her demise.

Then, to prevent separation during the jump, Fushimi Roku carried Kazama Chihi, wearing a coat, with both arms through the sleeves, zipping it in the middle, just like elentary school students sharing a piece of clothing, encasing both of them together.

Kazama Chihi struggled in terror, letting out muffled cries, but it was futile. Her forearm tendons were damaged, and coupled with excessive blood loss, she was too weak to exert any force.

"Are you ready?"

Fushimi Roku, carrying Kazama Chihi, stood on the edge of the cabin, turning to make a jumping motion: "One, two, three! Here we go!!"

He jumped out of the cabin, falling backward with his body curled into a ball, drawing an arc in mid-air.

Kazama Chihi wanted to push Fushimi Roku away, but her body’s instinct for survival made her thighs reflexively clamp onto Fushimi Roku’s waist, her upper arms involuntarily wrapping tightly around him.

—Thud!

Kazama Chihi landed on her back, making a dull sound like the explosion of flesh and bones.

After the first impact, Fushimi Roku rolled on the track to dissipate the force. Their bodies, like a mass of flesh, bounced a couple of tis in the snow, rolling rapidly. A series of dull sounds of breaking bones were heard, leaving a long bloody trail on the ground.

Dozens of seconds later, inertia was neutralized, and they finally ca to a stop.

Fushimi Roku managed to flip over, gasping for air, while behind him, Kazama Chihi had been smashed into a pulp.

"Indeed... size does have its advantages."

Fushimi Roku gave Chihi-brand cushioning a good review.