Hearing the words 'Impel Down', Mitsuki's face turned pale.
Even a commoner like her had heard of the reputation of that newly built great prison.
It was said that Impel Down was divided into six levels, from Level 1 to Level 6. The higher the number, the more painful the torments the prisoners imprisoned there would endure.
But even the lowest level, Level 1, was filled with blade trees and needle grass. Every day, the prisoners there faced the torture of needles, as well as being hunted and beaten by all kinds of monsters.
As for the higher levels, there was no need to elaborate. The purpose of that place was to make those prisoners' lives worse than death.
Seeing Mitsuki's concern, Yunyun comforted her. "Please don't worry, ma'am. Your son committed a very minor crime. He'll just be held normally in an ordinary cell in Level 1. He won't be subjected to the needle torture."
Hearing this, Mitsuki barely breathed a sigh of relief, watching as her son was escorted away by the other police officers of the Crimson Demon Clan.
Suddenly, Mitsuki remembered something else and anxiously asked Yunyun, "Um... excuse me, will my son have a criminal record?"
This was a big deal. Although the law of the Nishikawa Nation was already very lenient toward ordinary citizens, once you had a criminal record, everything you did in the future would be greatly restricted.
This time, Yunyun didn't give Mitsuki a reassuring reply. She nodded.
Mitsuki's face turned pale again. "Could you... make an exception? After all, he's just a child with a simple mind, a kid who hasn't grown up yet..."
Izuku also quickly chimed in, putting his hands together and bowing repeatedly. "Please! Kacchan really isn't a bad person! He's just... he's just—"
Megumin, Dodonko, and the others watching on the sidelines were all speechless.
They had just looked at Bakugo's file, 'He was almost at the age of graduating high school. And now you say a 'child'?'
"Ma'am, please leave. There's no negotiation on this."
Nerimaki rubbed her temples. Dark circles were appearing under her eyes.
Since becoming a police officer, she had often encountered oddballs, but one this odd was a first. She felt like her brain was being violated.
With no other choice, Mitsuki and Izuku had to leave.
Megumin called out to Izuku's retreating back, "Hey, green hair... find yourself a normal friend in the future!"
Izuku's figure paused for a moment, then he quickened his pace and disappeared out the door.
He probably didn't take it to heart.
After returning home, Mitsuki told her husband, Bakugo Masaru, about the incident.
Masaru wore black-rimmed glasses and a wrinkled white shirt.
He looked like a standard office worker.
After hearing about it, he just sat silently on the sofa, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.
Mitsuki looked at her husband's silent demeanor and was instantly furious. She snatched his cigarette and threw it on the ground.
"Your son is in jail, and you're still smoking?"
Masaru looked helpless. He spread his hands. "Then what can I do? I can't exactly break him out of prison, can I?"
Damn. He was an ordinary office worker with no superpowers whatsoever. Break into Impel Down?
Was that funny?
Did he have the Nika Fruit?
Did he have Monkey D. Luffy's connections?
Mitsuki glared at him fiercely. "Can't you use your connections to get Katsuki's record erased?"
Of course, she also knew it was impossible to get her son out of Impel Down.
What she wanted to do was to prevent her son from having a criminal record because of this.
Otherwise, half his life would be ruined.
Masaru sighed. "Not to mention that an ordinary office worker like me couldn't possibly have that many connections, even if I did, the people I know don't have enough authority."
The law of the Nishikawa Nation was absolutely not to be challenged. Unless they knew someone at the level of Yu or the Four Gay Bros, then there might be a slight possibility.
Seeing her husband in this 'I give up' state, Mitsuki knew she couldn't count on him.
"Fine, if you won't help, I'll figure something out myself."
With that, she turned and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door shut with a 'bang'.
Masaru picked up the cigarette from the floor, relit it, and continued smoking.
He thought it might be good to lock that son up for six months. Maybe it would temper his violence.
During the following period, whenever Mitsuki had any free time, she loitered in front of Makoto's palace.
She was waiting for Yu, Beam, and other of Makoto's trusted subordinates, to see if she could find a way to use backdoor connections to get her son's criminal record erased.
This went on for two months.
During this time, she did manage to run into a few big shots.
When the Four Gay Bros came out of the palace, she hurried up to them. Before she could even finish her sentence, the Teddy Devil just said, "Get lost, woman," and pushed her aside.
Some of the Mrs. Nishikawa who were going out to work were willing to stop and listen to her.
However, after Megumi listened to Mitsuki's request, she was silent for a moment, then shook her head.
"Sorry, I can't help you."
Miku beside her had a similar expression.
Not to mention that, after hearing about it, they also felt that Bakugo was just getting what he deserved.
Besides, if they helped with such a thing and their man found out about it later, he might even end up disliking them.
As for Yu... Mitsuki had also heard of his reputation.
If Yu found out about this, not to mention helping erase her son's record, he might just go straight to Impel Down and shoot him.
Just as Mitsuki was starting to think about giving up, she found an unexpected catch today... Makoto himself came out.
"Commander! Commander! Commander! Commander—!"
The passersby outside were like insane fans, constantly cheering Makoto's name.
Some held up their phones to take pictures. Some were so excited tears were falling. Some rushed over from across the street and nearly got hit by a car.
In this country, one could even say in this real world, Makoto was a god-like existence.
Makoto waved his hand, responding to these enthusiastic citizens. "Everyone, go about your own business. I'm just out for a walk."
The enthusiastic citizens, sniffling and wiping their tears, left reluctantly.
Mitsuki quietly followed behind Makoto, keeping about ten paces away. Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest. Her palms were all sweaty.
"What do you want?"
Makoto's voice suddenly came from behind her.
Mitsuki stumbled in fright. Her high heels twisted on the stone pavement, and she nearly fell.
She spun around and found that Makoto had somehow come to stand behind her, looking down at her.
Mitsuki quickly straightened herself up, ran her fingers through her hair, then bowed deeply.
"Commander, my name is Bakugo Mitsuki. There's something I'd like to discuss with you."
If Yu or Beam were here, they would absolutely laugh out loud. Who the fuck do you think you are? You think you qualify to 'discuss' something with Senpai/Chainsaw-sama?
"I'm very busy right now. I don't have time."
Makoto recognized this young housewife at a glance.
After all, she looked exactly like her beast of a son. She was practically the adult female version.