Drilling the Drill

Inside the Beika Police Station martial arts hall, Shiraishi declared, "I'm not targeting any one person here. Rather... none of you can fight!"

"I want to fight ten... a hundred of you!"

Everyone present was an officer who was "off duty" and "not assigned to desk work." There were around a hundred of them, roughly a third of the station's frontline officers.

At first, everyone still had some reservations, but...

After the reckless Ryotsu was effortlessly grabbed by the head and lifted up by Shiraishi, someone finally couldn't resist sneaking up from behind!

Not only was Shiraishi tall, but he also had long limbs. His arm span reached two and a half meters, and his hands were proportionately huge, allowing him to attack over a wide area with his bare hands.

Seeing Ryotsu charging at him while shouting encouragement to himself, Shiraishi simply pressed a hand onto the top of his head. Because of the difference in arm length, Ryotsu couldn't get close at all. Then, when he tried to pry Shiraishi's hand away...

Shiraishi grabbed his head with one hand and lifted him straight into the air!

Shiraishi was still holding back, keeping the force of his "grip" to a minimum so he wouldn't injure Ryotsu's skull.

Even as Ryotsu used both hands to pull at his fingers, the sheer control offered by that enormous palm meant he still couldn't change the fact that he was being held aloft by the head.

But just then, bold Fuji took advantage of her position behind the chief. She crouched down and quietly crept closer!

However...

With Shiraishi's perception, not even a mosquito could pass within seven meters of him unnoticed, much less a whole person.

(As everyone knew, in the sports anime Kuroko's Basketball, Murasakibara Atsushi's "Super Wide-Range Defense" covered about this much ground, so this was perfectly scientific.)

Shiraishi turned and directly hurled Ryotsu at her. The two of them immediately became a tangled heap rolling across the floor...

But after seeing what Ryotsu and Fuji had done, the officers present began itching to try their luck.

Still...

For Shiraishi, simple movements like pushing, pulling, and throwing were enough to send them flying again and again.

"Hey, hey, hey. You call yourselves police officers?"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think I was some lousy qigong master, and you were plants hired to make me look good..."

"This is what you meant by not needing training?"

"Didn't you eat? That kick of yours has less strength than a Kawasaki massage..."

Shiraishi mowed them down while relentlessly taunting them.

The facts proved that relying solely on physical strength to arrest criminals sometimes didn't work.

Gradually, some officers finally realized that and began fetching the police equipment they weren't accustomed to using...

Kawai, who had never dared step forward and had silently watched everyone get tossed around, picked up a Riot Baton.

"Paid vacation... paid vacation..." Holding the Riot Baton horizontally like a spear, Kawai waited until Senior Yamada was lifted and thrown again. She immediately sprinted two steps forward and thrust it toward Shiraishi's waist!

Honestly, with the strength in Shiraishi's thick waist, even four or five people pinning him with forks might not have been able to restrain him if he stood still.

But Kawai only wanted to "steal" a towel!

Wait, that means tomorrow the chief and Section Chief Fuji will be on duty, right? I really do feel a little bad for Section Chief Fuji. It must be miserable being on shift with the chief...

Just as the fork was about to catch the towel, Kawai's thoughts had already begun to wander. The next moment...

Wild Horse Parts Mane!

Shiraishi had noticed her long ago. As he flung several others aside, his arm hooked around the Riot Baton thrusting toward him in an inspired move, executing Wild Horse Parts Mane... while shouting to Fujisato Seiko on the other side, "Catch!"

Fujisato Seiko: ???

The next moment, Shiraishi swung his left arm, which was hooked around the Riot Baton, and Kawai was sent soaring through the air toward Fuji...

Fuji barely managed to catch her, only to land flat on her butt herself.

"Ow, ow, ow... Ah! Sorry, Section Chief Fuji!"

Wild Horse Parts Mane was a common move in various styles of tai chi, but...

It was generally used to deflect or trap an opponent's arm, neutralizing an attack while creating an opening to strike. Yet Shiraishi's "Parting Mane" hooked the Riot Baton and used leverage to swing little Kawai right out.

Still, everyone gradually began to understand the value of "riot-control equipment" and "technique."

Shiraishi also kept giving them guidance on fighting techniques—provided the officers actually used "technique."

"Don't kick above the knee! Why are you kicking so high? Do you think you're some martial arts master?"

"Protect your liver! It's more likely to take you out of the fight than your stomach!"

"Who taught you to jump when you fight? Once your roots are gone, what are you fighting with!"

"Not bad, that sweep. Next time, cut out all the fancy stuff and just sweep..."

At the very least, anyone who charged in bare-handed, or fought with nothing but courage and recklessness, got beaten much harder!

Of course, everyone understood that the chief was absolutely holding back, because...

Punches, for example, always passed by their ears. He would also often slap past their faces, with only the wind hitting them. Just the sound of the wind smacking their ears was enough to tell them that if those blows had landed on their faces, the least they could expect was a broken nose. If that slap had connected, they probably wouldn't have been able to show their faces for a month or two!

Even after using police equipment, they still felt powerless against Shiraishi. It was just that... under Shiraishi's deliberate control, that helplessness was much less overwhelming.

To give the officers "positive feedback," Shiraishi secretly adjusted his strength. Whenever he saw the right posture, he eased up slightly. Otherwise...

If he really smashed a riot shield with an Elbow Strike, how would that demonstrate the value of the equipment and techniques?

"You should go back to the police academy for more training! Who taught you to hold a riot shield like that?"

"When holding a Long Riot Baton with both hands, what should the spacing be? Are you holding a flashlight over there?"

"Who taught you to swing a T-handle baton by holding the crossbar in reverse? Do you not want your wrist anymore?"

"Your head! Why is your head sticking out from behind the shield? Are you waiting to get hammered?"

"Left, left! Do you see my waist? Adjust the riot shield's angle within a small range according to the target's attack posture!"

"That's how you use a Riot Baton? I suggest you go practice in Gotanda instead..."

Each person who stepped up only lasted one or two moves—never more than three—before Shiraishi threw them back.

Of course, unlike when he dealt with enemies, he didn't truly take anyone out of the fight. Bruises and hard falls, however, were unavoidable!

Some of the officers in their fifties... especially those over fifty-five, withdrew immediately after being thrown once. Shiraishi didn't make things difficult for them, and afterward only the younger officers kept charging forward one after another.

If [Brawling] and [Fighting] had only been Lv8, his stamina probably really wouldn't have held up. There were simply too many people!

But after both reached Lv10, his usual combat power hadn't improved much, while his stamina expenditure had dropped dramatically.

Moreover, Shiraishi had previously raised [Equipment Use] to Lv7. Though he basically had no need to use it himself, it was more than enough for instructing these rookies...

Whether it was riot shields, Riot Batons, or any kind of riot baton, Shiraishi could spot the problems in their use at a glance.

Of course, at this stage, nearly everything was a problem!

Just as the old chief had said, everyone's training in this area was severely inadequate.

And just then...

"Gen, Yamada, do you remember the three-man formation? In a moment, Yamada, take a riot shield and be ready to cover my left side at any time. Then, Gen, use a riot baton to attack the chief's exposed right ribs. Don't hold back."

"Huh?"

Gen and Yamada, who had been looking for an opportunity at the back to charge in, suddenly saw the deputy chief walking over with a Riot Baton in hand and quietly giving them instructions.

"Deputy Chief, you're joining too...?" Yamada stared at him in shock.

After all, Murasaki Tora was a genuine karate black belt when it came to fighting, and his arrest techniques went without saying. Back in the day, he had been the benchmark of the Mobile Unit; he would have been qualified to serve as an instructor there... Had the chief considered the deputy chief when he decided to take on everyone alone?

"Hm? I want a day off too. Is that not allowed?" Murasaki asked, the top of his head gleaming.

"O-okay! Let's show the chief what we can do!" Gen said with confidence.

At the same time, Fujisato Seiko, who had noticed Murasaki, Gen, and Yamada "plotting," quietly said something to Kawai.