Chapter 5: Concert Atrocity

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Another day of patrolling. This time, I gotta patrol the most famous park in the city. I loved that place, so I had no issue with it. I was just walking around the park, searching for anyone who may need my help. While I was walking near the popcorn machine, I heard the popcorn salesman screaming "Help". I came up to him and asked: "Help with what, sir?" He replied that the popcorn machine was broken. I tried to fix the machine. I did, easily. It was just clogged. I guess he didn't know how to plunge a toilet, because you do it almost the same way. Well, I dug in the machine (pretty aggressively) with my hands. I ended up having the whole thing fall over. He said: "I asked for a mechanic, not a retard in a weird uniform." I lifted the thing back up (don't ask me how I did that) and hopefully, nothing broke. But the clog was fixed and the machine worked, so, job done. A kid came up to me some time later. He has heard that I was a soldier and wanted me to show him how to pilot a tank. I said that I don't have a tank, let alone know how to pilot one. He said, displeased: "A real soldier always knows how to pilot a tank, and you're standing here itching in your arse." I wasn't even itching my asshole! Was that comment necessary? I just walked away. A parent told me that his daughter wanted a pink unicorn with a rainbow mane. I said that I, unfortunately, don't have a unicorn. But I did have something. The man asked me what it was. I said that it's a unicorn badge. He agreed. The badge made the little girl happy. I loved making people happy. I walked around some more, when I heard a man yelling colorful words. I asked him what was wrong. He said that his girlfriend had been cheating on him and that he wanted me to kill her. (In his real explanation, he said a lot of swear words, but I thought I'd just share the basic message) I said that I'm not going to do it. He promised a billion dollars (which he obviously didn't have) so after the mention of the money, I turned him down again. He kept begging, until I said that I'm not going to kill her, but if she has committed some sort of crime, I'll arrest her. He agreed, and said that he'd give me at least 10-1,000$ in return if I did at least something, depending on what. He described her as a young woman around her early 20s with blonde hair, green eyes and bright pink lipstick. He also said that she usually wore tight, pastel clothes with a jean skirt. I searched for her, until I finally found her. She wore a pink gradient tank-top, a light blue short jean skirt, bright pink high heels,and the lipstick that her ex has described. The retard was discussing her crimes together with her friends. Rule number one of being a criminal: you do NOT tell anyone about your crimes! She said that she recently robbed a bank, a clothes shop, and a makeup and perfume store. I took my handcuffs and put them on her wrists. I said, confidently: "You're arrested for robbery!" She said: "Whaaaaaaaaa?" as the bright pink bulge on her face that she called her lips deflated like a balloon. I took her away to the police station. The ex gave me 1,000$. Soon after that, began horrible, inhuman screaming. Suddenly, hordes of men in punk clothing with soda cans, baseball bats, giant spoons and other homemade weapons ran towards me. I ran as fast as I could away from them, but they caught up to me. The only option I had left was to fight the horde of lunatics. When they threw soda cans at me, I caught them and threw them back. When one of the ones with a bat was knocked out, I grabbed the bat and whacked them away, while also throwing a barrage of cans that I've caught. After I dealt with all of them, I went towards the source of the screaming. It was five awfully dressed people. They were all men, wearing skin-colored jumpsuits with weird brown bulges. They had hairstyles that looked like someone has dipped a mop in paint, then put it on their heads. The dye was even dripping down from their hair! It looked disgusting! I grabbed their musical instruments, but they continued playing them in the air and screaming! I knocked them all down to the ground, and they still didn't change their poses or stop screaming, like they were toys stuck in this motion! I beat them all up, threw the cans at them, hit them with the baseball bat, and finally, purple smoke began coming out of them. I knew that they were in the process of de-corruption. After the smoke stopped, they turned into elegantly dressed classical musicians. Their hair became a normal color and stopped dripping paint. The leader said: "Thank you so much, milady. Now we're back to normal. I don't remember anything, except a red-haired young man touching me on the chest...and then a swirl of red and purple. Nothing more." I said: "You're welcome. I'm happy to help you." and walked away. After I got to the army base, Serenity congratulated me. She said: "Wow. You're so talented, Tsukasa. I'm sure you'll be a great warrior in the future." I thanked her and went to my room. I felt...a weird pleasure. I felt this way every time I helped someone with something. Anything. I loved making people happy. This is the right job for me.

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