Shimo-kasu Honami was at a loss for words for a moment.
If she argued, what Fujino said made a lot of sense...
Tokyo really had no problem being called the crime capital, at least based on her attendance rate.
Still, she sighed and said with a trace of resentment, "You say that, but these weirdos popping up are just going to get more and more troublesome..."
"Then why don't you go round them all up?"
"..."
Shimo-kasu Honami fell silent, recalling the few times she had eaten dirt in the past, and had nothing more to say.
Fujino shrugged. "See, you can't stuff them back where they came from, so you just have to take things as they come. Life is like that; if you can't change it, you just endure it."
Saying that, Fujino pondered for a moment. "Still, looking at it from another angle, these people popping up isn't necessarily a bad thing."
Shimo-kasu Honami looked puzzled. "What kind of angle is that?"
Fujino said with a straight face, "Think about it, with this group of vigilantes helping fight crime, hasn't Tokyo's security gotten a lot better?"
"Although impromptu murder cases and that sort of thing can't be stopped by anyone, at least habitual criminals like robbers and gropers can't escape them."
"At the very least, Tokyo's security has improved quite a bit."
"What you're saying makes sense, but we can't just ignore those people..." Shimo-kasu Honami thought about it and decided it was reasonable, but couldn't help sighing anyway.
"Big Sister Sato, thinking like that is wrong of you!" Fujino took a nonchalant attitude. "This stuff is just the higher-ups losing face, so we lower-downs shouldn't worry our heads over these things. Just trust the wisdom of the higher-ups, and do whatever they tell you to do.