At this moment, Kobayashi Rindou stood besides her father, Kobayashi Ieyasu, the high-ranking Superintendent whose very presence commanded the respect of the dozens of officers swarming the staging area.
The night was alive with the strobing blue and red of police lights, reflecting off the polished hoods of a dozen patrol cars.
The cool air was shrouded with the scent of exhaust and the heavy, metallic tension of an impending raid as they waited for the perfect moment to rush to the Kurosaki Family manor.
Ieyasu was checking his watch, his face a mask of stern duty, while Rindou stood beside him, her long ponytail swaying slightly in the evening breeze.
Her hand rested on the hilt of her wooden shinai—a weapon that, in her hands, was more lethal than any service pistol.
Just then, Rindou felt her phone vibrate against her thigh.
Thinking that it might be Seijirou sending an update or perhaps just checking in, a small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
