“Bokuchu” Us vs the Police: 700-Day War

Chuzai-san found our “sweeping situation” extremely hilarious.

Because it upset us, we immediately changed our location to the darkness of the cedar grove, and started milling a plan for revenge.

The plan was decided in an instant.
We quickly went down the stairs and to the soft cream shop’s booth.

Most festival soft cream shops are stingy. Big helpings couldn’t be expected. So, while the young man was pressing the soft cream machine,
“Ah! Mister! A hornet’s on your back!”
“What? What? What?”
The young man was startled. Because of it, we got an extra huge helping of the soft cream. Lucky!

We didn’t touch this soft cream and just waited on standby.

Then, as expected, the people we were waiting for arrived. They were the policemen on patrol. Of course, they were different from Chuzai-san. The policemen on patrol looked to be higher ranked than Chuzai-san. Because the organization used the seniority system, it was easy to tell.

After we confirmed this, we blended in with the crowd, climbed the stairs stealthily, and returned to a location where we could see Chuzai-san.

Start the mission!

I went to where Chuzai-san was.

“Mr. Policeman. Have you seen Saijoh and the others?”
“W-what’s going on, Girl Bike? You lost them? Wa ha ha ha. As a high schooler!? Wa ha ha ha.”
Crap. He said it in a way to get on my nerves.
“Yeah… kind of.”
“I haven’t seen them. If you go to the cotton candy shop, he might be there sucking on his thumb. Wa ha ha.”
What kind of guide was that?

Without hesitation,
“Uh, m-my stomach, my stomach hurts.”
“?”
“M-Mr. Policeman. S, sorry, but I need to go to the bathroom, hold these please.”

And what I gave him were the two soft creams. They were the ones with the extra huge helpings from the soft cream shop.

“I, I’ll be right back!”

With that, I disappeared in the crowd leaving the dumbfounded Chuzai-san.

All that remained was Chuzai-san holding the soft creams, one in each hand.

Man. He really stood out.

The people coming and going to the festival would look at him like “what is this policeman doing while on duty?”

But the soft creams, because they had to be upright so there was no other way to hold them. Chuzai-san was making a last stand holding soft creams in both hands. Weird guard.

But, it was after that where soft creams become dreadful weapons.

Even though the nights were pretty cool, it was summer. The soft creams finally started to melt and drip onto his hands. Every once in a while, the troubled Chuzai-san would nonchalantly lick the soft cream that had gotten on his hands. There was no other way around this situation.

At about this time, Chuzai-san, having been done in by us a number of times, realized that this was a trick.

“Crap. Remember this, Girl Bike.”
And as he said these words grudgingly, Chuzai-san finally started licking the soft creams themselves.

“Ahh. It would probably be so refreshing if I could use them as target practice…”
What frightening things to say coolly!?

At that time.
Finally the people we targeted, in short, the policemen on patrol, came up.

“Good work!”
“Yes, sir! Thank you! Nothing abnormal here.”
Chuzai-san saluted while holding the soft creams (lol). There was no way his superior wouldn’t see it and,

“What are you holding?”
“T-these were at the request of a citizen…”
“If you accept things like that, how can you do your job!”
Chuzai-san was harshly scolded.

But because he was being scolded more than we imagined, even we felt bad and trotted over to where Chuzai-san was.

“Mr. Policeman! Thank you very much!”
We went and claimed our soft creams.
And further,
“Ahh. How fortunate there was such a nice policeman. I was greatly troubled after being refused by everyone.”
I said towards his superior on purpose.

“You saved me! Mr. Policeman, you’re my savior! Truly, thank you very much!”
After this unnecessarily high praise,

“He’s the Chuzai-san from ** RPS, right? Our town’s so blessed to have such a wonderful person assigned here!”
We added.

Of course he couldn’t condemn his subordinate who was being highly praised by a citizen and he said
“Well, well… when you’re in any kind of trouble, come consult a policeman…”
His superior left the area.

Well. With that much reinforcement, it would probably be all right, even though Chuzai-san still had an angry expression…

And…

As the people became sparse, and it was close to the end of the festival, the incident occurred.

“Ah, I finally, finally, found you!”

“Huh? You’re… Yuko-chan?”

That’s right. The person who came towards us totally out of breath was Great Inoue-kun’s little sister, Yuko-chan.

Saijoh-kun,
“That’s no good. Yuko-chan. I told you to dress in your yukata for festivals, right?”
When did you say that? That’s just your own desire!

“N-now’s not the time for that! My brother, my brother’s in big trouble!”

I’ve written it a couple times already, but Yuko-chan’s family, in short, Great Inoue-kun’s family was a very strict household, and totally didn’t allow girls to be out at this time.
It was telling us that “something serious has happened.”

“What happened to Inoue!?”

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