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"Why do you want to become a detective?"


I sat there, gazing at my feet. I can't respond to the director's question. Saying bluntly that I want to be of use is a disappointing answer. I felt sweat on my forehead. Why can't I remember the reason why? I know there's a very good reason.


"Miss Mishima?"


I shot my head up. "Yes?" I asked. "You spaced out. Can't you answer my question?" He asked. "I can..." I muttered. I look outside his office's glass window. What a beautiful sight. Is it really like this? Was Tokyo this beautiful from a top view?



I suddenly remembered.



"To be an ally of justice."


"Eh?"


He didn't hear me. "I said, to be an ally of justice." I said. "Why?" He asked. I just answered his question...Oh well.


"Five years ago, I became a hostage. But at the same time, I became friends with the two terrorists. Everybody thought of them as cruel, or that they have no conscience at all. But when I look at them, I see two innocent teenagers who wanted someone to find them and help them. I realized that. Now, I want to help people who were wronged and who wants a refuge. Isn't that what a detective means?"



I explained too much that I left him speechless.



He sighed. "Well if that's the case, I have no choice but to accept you." I smiled. "Your way of thinking is needed by us." He added. I stood up from my chair and bowed before him. "Please take care of me from now on." I said and left the office. I can't really express it, but I want to jump and celebrate.



For the first time in five years, I once again felt needed.



That's it. I will walk home carrying this little feeling with me. I don't know how something so small can play with you like this. It's very nice.


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