Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner-Chapter 317 - 238: How the Gunman Was Trained

Minamoto Tamako could understand what Senior Kazama meant: to forget the rules and adhere to them in such a way that the method of firearm use becomes ingrained in the bones, forming a kind of conditioned reflex muscle memory.

But knowing is one thing, doing it is another.

"Draw your gun!" Kazama Tatsuya commanded.

Minamoto Tamako quickly drew her gun, aiming at the iron target.

"Too slow, do it again."

Minamoto Tamako returned the handgun to its holster, concentrating entirely, tense, with her finger hovering near the gun’s handle, waiting for Kazama Takunobu’s command, when unexpectedly, he suddenly said, "Stand firm!"

Instinctively, Minamoto Tamako drew the gun, realizing it only afterward, quickly reholstering and standing firm. Kazama Tatsuya didn’t criticize her but asked her to do it again.

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"Draw your gun!"

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"Wrong, basic mistake, your finger shouldn’t be on the trigger... do it again."

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"Draw your gun!"

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"Still too slow, you need to do it in under 0.5 seconds... do it again."

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For the next five hours, Minamoto Tamako didn’t fire a single shot, spending the entire time practicing drawing her gun, her arms almost worn out. It was only then that she realized that firearm training is a profound science, and she had just barely scratched the surface.

As night fell, Kazama Tatsuya noticed that Minamoto Tamako’s state began to decline, so he ended the training and required Minamoto Tamako to continue tomorrow, otherwise, the feel would fade, and today would essentially be a waste.

Minamoto Tamako agreed, even though she was tired, she felt she was truly making progress and had learned a lot of new things. Even the simplest act of drawing a gun had many intricacies. Senior Kazama once said during training that a single moment of speed could change a shooter’s destiny.

Before leaving, she couldn’t help asking Senior Kazama about how long it takes to train the gun-drawing action and to what extent it is considered qualified.

She asked this not out of discouragement, but to set a goal for herself.

Kazama Tatsuya was craving a cigarette, but he still didn’t light one, instead fiddling with a lighter with his thumb, casually saying:

"When Fushimi Roku can’t cut your bullet, that’s when you’re qualified."

Minamoto Tamako thought, what kind of evaluation standard is this? It’s really strange, she’s not going to face Fushimi in a gun-and-knife fight.

"Can you be more specific?" she pressed.

Kazama Tatsuya, craving a cigarette, wanted to send her away quickly, but owing to his debt of gratitude to her, he had to patiently say: "You should know that humans can’t deliberately make time perception slow down significantly, so how does that guy Fushimi Roku cut a bullet?"

"By intuition?" Minamoto Tamako guessed.

"Human reaction speed, nerve conduction speed, and muscle control ability all have physiological limits. Just relying on intuition can’t achieve something like that."

With that, Kazama Tatsuya left the shooting range, walked through the corridor, and pressed the elevator button, intending to go upstairs to the bar for a drink.

While waiting, he continued: "Some people rely on meditation, asceticism, or so-called secret techniques, trying to break through physiological limits, but they are all fools. In the end, they either disable themselves or get themselves killed."

"Ah?"

Minamoto Tamako was very surprised. One of her life creeds is "effort will be rewarded," and it was hard for her to accept a situation where there was no harvest despite all efforts.

"Listen, some people are just geniuses, born with a screw loose, and no matter how hard ordinary people train, they can’t reach the threshold of genius... Their reaction is simply faster, their strength is greater, their intelligence is higher, they can surpass ordinary people with just a bit of learning."

These words struck a blow to Minamoto Tamako; she subconsciously asked, "Then what’s the point of me training so hard..."

"How do you know if you’re a genius unless you train?" Kazama Tatsuya retorted.

Minamoto Tamako thought this was too cruel; she could suddenly empathize with those competing athletes—sometimes fate isn’t so fair.

Ding, the elevator stopped. Kazama Tatsuya said goodbye, and before leaving, he offered some comforting words: "Even if you can’t reach the level of a genius, at least you can surpass the vast majority of ordinary people..."

Before the elevator door closed, Minamoto Tamako pressed on, "What is the level of a genius like?"

"How should I know?" Kazama Tatsuya laughed at himself, lighting a cigarette: "For them, time probably feels like it’s standing still, right?"

Upon hearing this, Minamoto Tamako was stunned for a few seconds, revealing a reflective expression.

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Let’s turn to another perspective.

After leaving, Fushimi Roku took Sazaki Gen’s car to the Ikebukuro High-end Restaurant.

While Minamoto Tamako was practicing shooting downstairs, Fushimi Roku was upstairs indulging himself, with a beautiful waitress in the private room pouring drinks by his side.

Before dining, Fushimi Roku was cautious, cuddling and flirting with the waitress, elegantly feeding her food to ensure there were no drugs in the food and drinks. Once reassured, he let her go, telling her not to get in the way of his meal.

There weren’t many people in the private room, all old acquaintances. Besides Sazaki Gen, Ishii Takamasa was also there. As for Zhao Chunshu, he had grown tired of underworld conflicts, worn out, and returned to Hokkaido to retire.

The three toasted and chatted, the atmosphere harmonious.

After a few rounds of drinks, Sazaki Gen suddenly spoke, claiming he had heard that Mr. Fushimi was a bit tight on funds lately, and asked if he had considered doing part-time work to earn extra money. He could help with that.

"Of course, it’s entirely legitimate work," he emphasized.

"What exactly is the job?"

Fushimi Roku wiped his mouth with a napkin, having eaten his fill, preparing to pack the good wine on the table for the road.

Sazaki Gen was silent for a moment, casually dropping his cutlery, saying, "Just some jobs."

Fushimi Roku heard the implied meaning, leaned back, and said, "Forget it, but thank you for the offer. I’m doing pretty well with my work at the Criminal Police."

Ishii Takamasa refilled his glass, softly saying, "It’s like this..."

Fushimi Roku interrupted, "As long as you don’t say it out loud, we can still consider each other friends."

He had barely finished speaking when the two young leaders behind Ishii Takamasa immediately reached for their guns, making the atmosphere tense.

Sazaki Gen gestured for them to calm down. To deal with Fushimi Roku, you can’t resort to force or underhanded methods, because this guy himself is a lowlife. The only soft spot Fushimi Roku has is the Police Department’s Deputy Director’s daughter—he’s not foolish enough to kidnap Minamoto Tamako.

Sazaki Gen pondered for a long time, and with a stroke of fortune, came up with a non-method, hence inviting Fushimi Roku for a chat.

Before this, Sazaki Gen hadn’t informed Ishii Takamasa of the details, so the latter looked puzzled, glancing back at him.

Sazaki Gen didn’t explain, he calmly wiped his mouth, set down the napkin, intertwined his fingers, leaned forward, and seriously asked:

"Mr. Fushimi, how about we have a little gamble?"

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