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

We were just about to defeat the gigantis when a healer slime appeared.

“U-uncle!”
Cymbal-kun was surprised just like Nakajima^*1 from Sazae-san.

“What are you guys doing? Oh, you’re Taka-san’s (fictitious name, 44 years old, female)…”

Taka-san was my mother. The truth is that my mother was very famous around here, even being called a child prodigy when younger. She had the top grades in all subjects in our prefecture, and her future was expected to be very bright. But when her mother passed away, she “decided not to go to college to take care of her little brothers.” With the addition of those tales, she was always surprisingly famous to me. There were even people in the neighborhood that named their kids after her to try to get them to grow up similarly. I even knew of someone in my middle school class that shared her name. Usually when being called ***’s son, they’re referring to your father, but I had the experience of being referred after my mother.

The son of the prodigy, with a sousaphone around his neck, was currently being detained by the police.

“I’m Takaaki’s uncle. Did these kids do anything?”
The uncle asked Chuzai-san.

“No, but…”
Chuzai-san started telling the uncle about this evil band of high schoolers that we didn’t know was us, until halfway through.

“What did you say?”

“What are you doing, Takaaki?! … And you. Your mom would be sad to see you like this.”

Actually I think she would laugh… but it was none of his business.

Our position is reversed. Takaaki-kun couldn’t even respond and was just standing there. Uncles are just a bother. They were totally different from our dads.

“You guys apologize and prostrate yourself to Chuzai-san!”

What!?

Prostrate?

For just walking?

While carrying a sousaphone?

“Now, now, uncle, sir, they’re already sorry for what they did.”

We are? Weren’t you just saying “Er…” moments ago…

“You guys won’t do this anymore, right?”

“Yes, we’re sorry… We won’t do it again…”

“YOUR VOICES ARE TOO QUIET!”
said Takaaki’s uncle (no –san) What’s with him? Is he a sports coach?

“WE’RE SORRY. WE WON’T DO IT AGAIN”

The “we won’t do it again” part felt pathetic…

“Ok. Takaaki, I’m going to report to your brother about this!”
“Okay…”

Because of this sports coach uncle, the situation was diffused (was it?), and we headed back to school with armor and sousaphone.

At school, there was a huge commotion because the badminton club couldn’t find “the poles for the nets,” but stuff like that didn’t matter to us anymore.

Chuzai-san looked so triumphant while rubbing it in.

“It’s war…”

It was Takaaki, who was the most humiliated, that said it.

This was how our two year battle with Chuzai-san began.

“We never did do it again.” Interfering with the radar that is.

*1 Nakajima is the best friend of main character’s younger brother.

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