Tokyo: Rabbit Officer and Her Evil Partner

Generally speaking, academic pressure doesn't appear until high school. Even for elite education, it usually starts in middle school. But the Kujo family is different; Kujo Yua believes education should start from a young age, so Minamoto Tamako began preparing for entrance into prestigious universities from elementary school.

Little Tamako's childhood could be described as sunless, but fortunately, she had a tutor who understood the importance of balancing work and rest. This tutor would often let Minamoto Tamako secretly go out and play.

When summer vacation came, Tamako also had protection from her Grandpa. Kujo Yua couldn't refuse the old man's wishes. As long as Grandpa expressed his desire to bond with his granddaughter and enjoy family life, Tamako would gain her freedom to frolic in the countryside.

Right now, Fushimi Roku is playing the role of that tutor. He lets little Tamako sneak out to play and promises to help her finish unnecessary homework.

Little Tamako and little Kawai played in the park for a few hours, indulging in pebble flipping, though Tamako's little hands were clumsy and kept losing, leaving her without much fun. So they switched to building sand castles, piling sand from a construction site into small castles and pig heads.

By the time night fell, Tamako hurried back home before Mama returned, eagerly asking Teacher Fushimi if he had finished her homework.

The answer was no.

Because Teacher Fushimi had fallen asleep at the table.

Fushimi Roku glanced at his watch, estimating mentally: based on past experiences, Kujo Yua would return in about ten minutes... Right now, he's dressed as a tutor, wearing a suit and glasses, with an electronic watch on his wrist.

Gotta admit, little Tamako's timing is spot-on! No room for error!

Fushimi Roku cursed inwardly, contemplating how to bluff his way through it by claiming he finished the homework, but Tamako ruthlessly shattered that dream—Kujo Yua checks her daughter's homework every night. To let Tamako rest, Teacher Fushimi often mimics Tamako's handwriting when doing her homework.

No choice but to finish Tamako's homework before Kujo Yua comes home.

Fushimi Roku flipped open the notebook and started assigning tasks: "Let's divide the work; if we each do half, it'll be faster!"

Knowing her homework wasn't finished, little Tamako's small face turned pale with tension. She had no time to complain; she quickly sat at the desk and buried her head in the work.

Fushimi Roku, skilled in Level 8 Evidence Forgery, found mimicking a primary schooler's handwriting to be a breeze. Before opening the notebook, he pondered just how difficult a primary school student's homework could be. After all, he had S-level intelligence, and even if Tamako's homework was as challenging as high school exams, he wouldn't be stumped.

He first turned his head slightly, checking Tamako's handwriting to avoid any discrepancies... If Kujo Yua saw through the deception, he would be doomed.

Hmm, not hard to imitate.

Fushimi Roku felt a bit more confident and flipped open the notebook to read the questions:

"Mama says there are three 'naughty germs' hiding in the house. They steal the good energy from children while they sleep. Please answer:"

"Sub-question 1: What color socks are the naughty germs most afraid of?"

"Sub-question 2: If Daddy's snoring can make the naughty germs dance, how many decibels are needed for them to finish a 'Seaweed Swaying Dance'?"

"Sub-question 3: Use kitchen spices to design a suit of armor to protect the pillow from being chewed by the naughty germs, and draw a design with the magical attributes of each spice labeled."

"..."

Fushimi Roku understood every word but couldn't make sense of them together.

Then again, this dream was probably based on Minamoto Tamako's childhood memories. From little Tamako's perspective, challenging homework might just be this abstract.

Fushimi Roku took a deep breath and began to blindly and randomly write based on his intuition. Even if he got it wrong, Kujo Yua would just scold little Tamako—whatever mistakes she made, it had nothing to do with him. If Kujo Yua blamed the tutor, he'd just shake his head and sigh, saying little Tamako hadn't been concentrating lately, which was why such errors occurred.

As he wrote, he also contemplated his current situation.

Just surviving in the dream wasn't enough to solve his current predicament; he needed to find a way to wake up.

Miyazaki Shizuka could take action against him at any time, shooting him with an arrow and burying the body in the backyard, or transporting it to Tokyo Bay without a trace. With the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's efficiency, they probably wouldn't catch her.

However, why hasn't Miyazaki Shizuka made a move yet?

Could it be that dream time and real time don't flow at a 1:1 rate?

Or does Miyazaki Shizuka have enough confidence to ensure they never wake up again?

Fushimi Roku wandered in thought for a while, without any conclusions. He could only focus on what he could do: finish the homework quickly enough.

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Meanwhile, in the real basement, Miyazaki Shizuka leaned against the wall, crossbow in hand, covering her mouth and nose, holding her breath, beads of cold sweat running down her forehead.

She was in a very dangerous situation.

With the dim light coming through the trapdoor, she could vaguely see two small figures lying on the bed, Minamoto Tamako and Nishino Fuyu, fully immersed in hypnotized sleep, posing no threat at all.

The danger came from the man standing in the corner.

The darkness was so intense, his silhouette was unclear, like a blurry shadow. He paced back and forth, talking to himself, with a voice sinister and low:

"No… can't kill…"

"Who do you think you are…? I'm the master of this body now…"

Miyazaki Shizuka was still in shock, unable to forget what had just transpired: when Fushimi Roku fell into deep hypnosis, he didn't fall, nor did he close his eyes. Instead, he blinked, and his aura suddenly seemed to change, becoming more feminine and aggressive.

Before she could react, Fushimi Roku tackled her to the ground, almost strangling her to death with his hands.

Instinctively, Miyazaki Shizuka touched the strangulation marks on her neck, the suffocating pain lingering in her body. At the time, she thought she was done for, yet Fushimi Roku suddenly let go, changing personas again, with his left hand clutching his right, releasing her neck, and muttering: "Kawai—stop!"

Regaining her freedom, she gasped heavily, scrambling to pick up the crossbow, hiding in a corner, watching Fushimi Roku self-dialogue, seizing the opportunity to shoot an arrow at him.

Remarkably, Fushimi Roku caught the arrow with his bare hands and shot it back at her. Before Miyazaki Shizuka could react, she only heard the sharp 'thud' in her ear, the arrow already pinning her clothes to the wall.

Sweat dripped down her frame as she dared not make any reckless moves.

With no external threats, Fushimi Roku resumed his self-dialogue, the angel and demon Kawai in conflict: one advocated for killing Miyazaki Shizuka and Nishino Fuyu, while the other desperately resisted, refusing to relinquish control of his body.

Miyazaki Shizuka held the crossbow, breathing rhythmically to regain her calm. After a brief analysis, she guessed there were two additional personalities in Fushimi Roku's mind—one named 'Kawai,' while the other remained unknown.

Previously, she had noticed that Fushimi Roku's mental state was 'unstable'; now, it seemed Fushimi Roku's issues were more serious than she had imagined.

Miyazaki Shizuka pondered for a while, realizing that she truly had no way to deal with Fushimi Roku for the time being. Even using anesthetic gas was futile since Fushimi Roku was already in a sleeper's state; in a sense, he was sleepwalking.

Unless using psychological drugs, this state would persist until he woke up.

She let out a quiet sigh, never expecting to be forced into such a predicament. Since conventional methods wouldn't work, she had to resort to unconventional measures.

There were two gas canisters in the kitchen on the first floor. Simply opening them and pushing them into the basement could result in deaths from gas poisoning... The gas leak leading to fire or an explosion would work too; it depended on which was more convenient!