Higuruma Hiromi

"Recite the penal code!" he exclaimed in an authoritarian voice while observing me coldly and seriously. Trembling, I couldn't help it in the face of such a demanding and harsh voice.

"Then I'll have to say it myself without you moving from here." He got out of the bathtub, his suit still damp from the water where he had recently been.

He hadn't expected this; it was something that was finally going to happen: finding a special category, even though he'd only been starting for half a month.

"Don't make me!" I almost exclaimed, pleading with him at his demands.

"Reciting the penal code is easier than the multiplication table of one." His suit was still damp with water, and he placed both hands, wetting his hair with the bathwater.

"It will be your sentence if you don't know at least something." Her gaze was cold; she knew that perhaps I wouldn't get away with this.

"I just don't know," I said with resignation in my voice, expecting the worst.

"Then you'll be here until I recite every single clause," he demanded in an authoritarian voice; this was going to be a long night.

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