Chapter a Week: Chapter 5 – Idol

Chapter a week is a story that’s updated once a week, but the writer continuing the story alternates every time. This serves as mainly a biweekly creative outlet for us where we try to improve our writing, but it also allows us to have fun with each other since we don’t have a story planned. Enjoy!

“Nodaka?! Wh-why are you–”

In front of me was the lazy, laid-back boss that I’d last seen rolling around her couch playing on her Switch, covered in blood. Her usual, relaxed expression was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she looked dead serious, with a tint of desperation. Forget her usual self, I’d never seen her look like this even while she solved the previous case. 

“Calm down. We need to–” 

“Police! Put your hands in the air!” As I turned to the voice behind me, I saw four police officers and one other man, all pointing guns in Nodaka and my direction. Four of them are wearing normal police clothing, while the person in the middle is wearing a full black suit. I put my hands up, and Nodaka throws her knife to the side and also raises her hands. When the hell did these guys get here? I never saw them when I came in…

Two officers rush around Nodaka, and immediately handcuff her. “Nodaka Asumi, you’re under arrest for suspicion of mass murder.” 


“So you came here after being called by Nodaka Asumi?”


“Alright.” The inspector closes his notepad and shoves it in his pocket. “That’s all I need. If you remember or notice anything, please tell me.” He hands me a small piece of paper. A business card? First he wears a full black suit, and now this? “Though that said, I think we have a pretty simple case here.”

“I’m telling you, Nodaka-san didn’t do this.”

“You saw yourself. She was holding a bloody knife, covered in blood, while staring down at a corpse. The knife she had matches the wounds of every single corpse we’ve observed so far. What else do you want?”

I open my mouth to retort, but I close it soon. He’s right. But… there’s no way Nodaka-san could have done this. 

“A brilliant detective like her, who looks deep into what criminals are thinking… It’s not that uncommon for great detectives to become criminals themselves.”

“Even if that’s true, something like this is way too careless for her. If she were really to commit a crime then it would be more smart, something that she wouldn’t be caught for so easily.”

“Haha, a brilliant detective doesn’t always equal a brilliant criminal.” He laughs. “Even if you’ve only been her assistant for a short while, I’m sure you’re familiar with her inhumaneness, right? She treats deaths like they’re nothing, and views murders as nothing but puzzles to solve.”

He’s right about how she can be so carefree about these kinds of things, but I can’t help but disagree. The happiness I saw in Nodaka when she finally solved the previous case wasn’t just of a kid who had beat his game. It was more than that, like she was happy that she was able to do some good in the world, putting a serial killer to jail. 

“Not to mention, with this extreme amount of casualties, Anyway, I’m going to take Nodaka to headquarters for questioning. Do you want to come along?”

“Huh? Aren’t you the head of this case right now? You’re leaving the crime scene?”

“Yeah. Are you coming along or not?”

“N-no, I think I’ll stay here.”

“Alright.” He walks away, bringing a couple of his men with him. 

It’s been about an hour since the police and I originally arrived at the scene, and a lot more personnel have arrived here since then, to analyze the entire crime scene, and block the casino off from the entire public.

Apart from my personal beliefs on her, I have proper basis to believe that Nodaka-san is innocent. Every single corpse found so far has been stabbed to death. All very clean and precise. Maybe to someone who has only heard rumors of her fighting capabilities, this crime scene sounds like something Nodaka-san would do.

But from what I saw a few days ago, it doesn’t match up. When Honda came running at Nodaka-san with a knife, she easily dodged it and kicked him into the wall with immense force. Hell, it even left a large mark on the wall, and with one kick, Honda was hospitalized.

Not to mention that Nodaka-san doesn’t carry around weapons. Since the rise of crime rates in Japan, certain organizations like the Yuzuriha Detective Agency were given special permission by the government to carry firearms. Any high standing member of the Agency carries around guns, except Nodaka-san.

It sounds strange to say, but the corpses are simply too clean. I imagine that if Nodaka-san tried to fight someone with the intent to kill them, then a lot of these bodies would be more disfigured with broken bones. All signs of physical bruising in the corpses are simply too small and insignificant. But something like that isn’t good enough to hold as evidence.

Besides, even if Nodaka-san was the culprit, this mass murder is too large of a scale, even for her. The time between her messaging me to come to her and when I found her was just short of an hour. I can’t imagine her asking for me to come while she was killing people. But the only other person found alive in the casino was Risu Johoon, who claims that he heard gunshots and screaming while in the bathroom, and proceeded to call the police.

But even that aside, there’s something that’s strange about this case.

As soon as I found Nodaka-san, the police showed up. Yet somehow I couldn’t see them? That doesn’t make sense. They even said that they saw me enter the building, and didn’t seem to even be suspicious of me in the crime scene because of that. But despite how lenient they’re being on me, they arrested Nodaka-san on the spot. –

Even Risu, who claims he didn’t see any of the crime, stayed in the bathroom the entire time, and was the one who called the police, seems to strangely be under low suspicion by the police. He wasn’t handcuffed like Nodaka-san, and the questioning conducted by the Inspector was short.

Speaking of that Inspector…. He’s strange, to say the least. Wearing a black suit, carrying around business cards… he doesn’t act or look like any of the inspectors that I met in the last case. Not to mention that the questioning he performed on me and Shirogane was frankly brainless that even I could do better. He didn’t even ask to see the text that Nodaka-san sent me. But more than incompetent, he strikes me as someone who… lacks interest.

The inspector even left the crime scene an hour after it was found, taking only Nodaka-san to the station. It wouldn’t be strange for Nodaka-san to have people who have a grudge against her, considering the type of person she is. But this case doesn’t feel like some personal grudge… something more large-scale…

Wait, this woman….

As I pondered around the lobby, one of the corpses on the ground stood out to me. 

She looks familiar. Where have I seen her?

A napkin covered her cheek, so I removed it, but accidentally touched her face in the process. 

Huh? Her body it’s…

I crouch down and touch her hand to confirm.

It’s cold…. 

On the other bodies, there was still some heat present, suggesting a recent time of death. And yet this body is completely cold, meaning that this person has been dead for at least 16 hours, or maybe even longer. I move her jaw around, and there’s some rigor. Meaning that the rigor has only started to disappear, so it’s likely to have been less than 20 hours since time of death. 

“Oh, shit.”

I turn around to see Kushieda Yuri, looking down at the body.

“Kushieda-san? What are you doing here?”

She frowns. “Miyuki-san sent me. one of her employees is the lead suspect of a case, after all.”


“I feel like I’ve seen this person somewhere. Kushieda-san, do you know who this is?”

“You don’t know? She’s Isshiki Nao. Asumi’s girlfriend. Well, I guess it’s her ex-girlfriend now.”

Oh, shit.

“Do you think it’s possible that Nodaka-san did this?”

“Hah, no way!”

“I thought so too.”

“The corpses that crazy bitch left in the Washington GA case were so disfigured you’d have thought a giant stomped on the bodies.”

Wait, what?

“Oh right, Nao-chan was also married to Kei-kun before.”


“Yamamoto Keiichi. I’m sure you’ve heard of him, right? It’s such a shame… Kei-kun and Nao-chan were really cute together… but I guess that ship has long since sailed.”

“Yamamoto Keiichi?! The famous??”

“Yeah, she was one lucky girl. It’s no surprise that you’ve seen her before.”

Kushieda-san crouches down next to me, and takes a closer but quick look at the body. “Hm…” She puts gloves on, and touches the cheek with the back of her hand.

“It’s been almost a day since she’s been killed. But seeing as she’s just lying on the floor here, she was moved post mortem at least once. But why here…?” She stares at the body for a bit before turning to me. “Bakassisstant, do you have any ideas?”

What the hell did she just call me?

“Not as of yet. But this napkin was on her cheek.”

I pass her the napkin, and she examines it as she speaks.

“But man, it’s just been 10 days since you’ve come to the agency, and you’ve now run into two major cases. You sure you’re not cursed or anything?”

“Haha, maybe.” I try to give a friendly response, but I can’t help but feel a little weirded out. Nodaka-san’s attitude was definitely bizarre, but seeing as how strange she was from the beginning, I wasn’t too shocked at how she lacked empathy for victims in the previous case. But Kushieda-san striked me as someone who was more normal and serious, like Kanou-san. Yet here she was, in front of the corpse of someone she used to know, making small chat with me.

Are all detectives like this?

“But as a renowned detective, I guess you get to meet other famous people too.”

“Huh? Well, yeah, though if it’s Kei-kun you need, you can meet him right now.”

“Huh? N-now?” 

Despite the situation I was in, I couldn’t help but feel slightly excited. After all, Yamamoto Keiichi was one of my heroes as I grew up aiming to be a detective.

“Yeah. His body is on the first floor, near the backdoor exit.”

CAW: Chapter 4 – Stupid intern

Risa never had a privileged life.

Growing up, she was never the smartest nor was she the most athletic. She grew up in a normal family in a normal highschool. The only thing that separated her from other students was her willingness to be a detective. 

Current day Japan’s crime rates were higher than ever. It may have been because methods of crimes increased, or it may have been because money was harder to earn nowadays. But either way, crimes became more frequent as days went on. Naturally over time, detectives became the highest regarded jobs in Japan. They were different from the police in that they didn’t usually use force. Their jobs were solely focused on finding culprits for the police to arrest. Unlike the past where these two jobs had a thin line, detectives were now regarded with different prestige. It was a job meant for only the geniuses of geniuses.

Yet, it wasn’t a job that most teenagers wanted to become. Not only was the course to become one extremely rigorous, detectives usually had lineages of families that trained their childrens since birth. The only way for others to become detectives was usually through extremely hard work to land a spot in the detectives school. This, however, was so rare that it seemed like the option didn’t exist.

It was only after years of hard work that Risa was accepted into a school for detectives. 

‘I’m a true genius! I always knew I could get in.”

After the hard work paid off, Risa couldn’t help but feel that she was a genius. Afterall, she was the first student to get into the detective university from a normal family in the last 4 years. But she quickly realized that she wasn’t.

In the university, practically every student was built to be top level detectives. The skills that these students had involved proper experience and teachings that couldn’t be learnt by a single person with no connections. But more than that, it felt as though these students had something more. She couldn’t tell exactly what it was. But it was almost as though these students had some other force that let them get past all the obstacles that Risa faced. 

Sadly, Risa wasn’t a genius that could easily catch up to all of these gaps. The upper hand that these students had over Risa were too much. It was basically predetermined, even before Risa entered, that a student like her would be able to succeed properly. 

Risa, however, didn’t accept that. She was already behind from the start. She already broke those norms once already. Her being in the school was the results of the hard work that she put in that broke all expectations. Risa believed that if she were to try just as she did, 2, 3, 4 years ago, she would once again be able to break all expectations. Once again, she worked as hard as she could to aim for the impossible. To join the Yuzuriha Agency. 

Yuzuriha Agency was a place of legends. No one, even those in the school, knew specifically where the agency was. Nor did they know properly whether or not it even actually exists. However, from the little information that was out there, Yuzuriha Agency was where the representatives of the most established detective lineages work at. A select member of the best detectives, luxurious room to work on the most important of cases.

Risa worked impossibly hard. Yet, the reality was too cruel. Others in the school were given offers to different detective agencies to join. Most of the peers that she had started leaving little by little. Those who were left were ones who wished to finish their academic lives with a degree or those who were waiting for offers from bigger agencies. However, Risa didn’t belong to either. Forget Yuzuriha Agency. Risa was not given even a single offer. As time passed she graduated. Still without an offer, she went off to look for a normal job, giving up on her dream.

It was one random afternoon that changed everything for her. A year after she left school, still jobless, she received a mail asking her to intern in Yuzuriha Agency. Although she gave up being a detective, the pay was too good to resist. And in the depths of her heart, she probably still had a flicker of the detective spirit she thought she threw away.

And when she was called to that Agency, she thought she once again broke those expectations.


“I’m sorry I’m late!” I yelled as I rushed towards the round table in the center of the room. 

The enormous round table had 12 chairs. 5 filled. Each chair corresponded to the direction of the entrance to each room.

It was one of the monthly dinners in the Yuzuriha Agency. According to Nodaka, the purpose of the dinner was to discuss the success of cases in the last month and to plan for next month’s cases. I was also told that this was the spot for the president, Yosana Miyuki, to release her built up talkativeness. Although she framed it like a very important meeting that I can’t miss, she, herself, ironically did not come to the dinner. Instead she told me, the assistant with ten days of experience, to fill in for her. All I was given was a single piece of paper with a diagram of the table with names on where the seats would be.

Being the easily nervous person I am, I spent the last two hours or so organizing the events of the last crime investigation that I took a part of in Noaka’s room, causing me to lose track of time and ultimately being late. While Nodaka’s absence wasn’t much of a surprise, I was shocked to find that more than five other chairs were empty. Unlike Nodaka’s chair, they didn’t even have an assistant to fill in the spot.

“The rooms are literally 5 meters away from here, how the hell are you late?” Exclaimed Yosana Miyuki, the president of the Yuzuriha Agency. She looked almost exactly like the doodle that Nodaka had in her folder.

“Cut her some slack! Apparently… she’s not very smart,” said the short haired woman, who sat directly on the right of Yosana Miyuki. From where she was sitting, and the information that Nodaka gave me, she was most likely Kushieda Yuri, 

“Sorry?” I replied annoyingly. Although I was a little scared at the other’s presence, I was fairly frustrated that I was being called stupid on the first meeting. “I was a key member of the case three days ago, I want at least a little bit of respect.” 

“I believe that Asumi said that her assistant did nothing of note other than reacting surprisingly and being amazed at how “cool” Asumi is,” asked the long hair woman sitting directly opposite of Miyuki. “In the first place, how can you even think Asumi is anywhere near elegant? Perhaps… are you intelligent??”

“That’s hilarious, Yua,” Kushieda said as she mockingly laughed at me. “Wait if you think Asumi is cool, are you like one of her kind? You know right? She likes girls. She might be out to get you soon.”

“No need to worry about that possibility, Asumi told me that her assistant is too unintelligent to be attractive.” responded Suzaki Yua as she laughed. It honestly seemed like these two were having the time of their lives.

Did they come just to tease me?

“Don’t worry about these two, they are just playing around,” said a nicely dressed man who was sitting next to me. “My name is Haruki. Takahashi Haruki.”

“Well whatever. I don’t think I need to do introductions right Risa-kun? I’m gonna keep this meeting short so let’s skip over what we can.” said Miyuki, stopping the conversation.

“Bullshit!” Yelled Kushieda Yuri. “You said you were gonna keep it short last time and we were here for like twelve whole hours!”

“Now, now, twelve hours are a little bit of an exaggeration. If I remember correctly it was four hours forty-two minutes and thirteen seconds from the moment I sat down to precisely when I left the table,” replied Suzaki Yua.

“Who eats for four hours and whatever minutes!” Screamed Kushieda. “Man, I’d have just skipped out this stupid dinner like the other 7 if it wasn’t for Prez threatening to fire me.”

“Now, I understand that this dinner may get frustrating, but as I’ve said before, this dinner is important for us to work on the past and prepare for the future.” replied Miyuki very calmly.

It was a very natural, almost scripted response to the complaints. It made me wonder how many times people complained to him about the length of the dinner. But more than that, what surprised me was Suzaki Yua’s response to the time they spent during last dinner. I don’t know if she was joking but if it was true that’s a pretty amazing skill. Was she a savant or something?

“Well, before we get started, let us first enjoy today’s menu. Appetizer is mushroom soup.” Miyuki said, as a chef brought the food to our tables.

“Why are you doing this to me…” said Kushieda. I think I heard a faint crying sound coming from her direction.

Although I did get a little familiar with everyone on the table, there was one person who hadn’t spoken a word. There was one other man who was wearing a black hoodie, and quietly ate the food on the table. His name, according to Nodaka’s list, was Kenichi Akihiro. Unlike others, who just had their names written on the paper, Kenichi Akihiro had a note written under his name.

‘Boring loser’

This was the first time I felt like I agreed with Nodaka.

“Since everyone seems to be enjoying their meals, let’s get started with this month’s roundup. Risa, since you are new let’s start with you first. You went to investigate a serial killing related to Johnson Bang correct? His cousin is an extremely important person so good job on the case.” Miyuki said as he looked towards my direction.

“Oh sure thing.” I replied frantically as I swallowed the mushroom soup in my mouth. “I didn’t do very much, it was mostly Nodaka that did everything.”

“Nodaka is a lot like you, you know?” Miyuki said, looking at me who probably had a slightly sad expression. 

Huh? Nodaka was similar to me? That’s crazy. Although I don’t want to admit it, I haven’t seen someone that smart in my life. I also don’t gamble and drink like crazy.

“You weren’t a part of any detective family right? Yet, you graduated from that detective university. Nodaka went through that exact path too. Even Nodaka’s assistant, Kanou was it? Was like that as well.” Miyuki continued as she smiled towards me. “Nodaka was a little lost when she first started too. Although I can’t say that she grew up too well…”

“Yeah it is pretty amazing. You three are one of the five that were able to do that in history!” Kushieda said. “But the real question is… why are you so stupid unlike Nodaka or that past assisstant?”

Should I beat her up?

Although anger filled my head, it quickly dispersed at the thought of Miyuki’s words. If Nodaka was like me too, did that mean that I had a chance to become a little bit like her? At least the good sides of her…

I continued eating at that thought which made me slightly happy.

“By the way, Risa, did Nodaka tell you where she was at?” Asked Haruki, who was listening to our conversation.

“Nope, I just hope she’s not in some kind of trouble.”


“Ah man I’m in trouble.”

This was it. Her whole career. Her whole reputation. It all leads up to this point. She had already gone all in. As she swallowed the glass of whiskey next to her, a drop of sweat was falling off her forehead.

Little by little, she saw the symbols. Hearts. It had to be either a 7 or a 5. All odds were against her.

5 of hearts.

“Full house on the river! I win again!” Nodaka laughed as she took all the chips on the table. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for that! Anyone else wanna join the table? Gahaha”

“You cheated didn’t you?” Angrily yelled one of the players on the table.

“I did not cheat. In fact this level of playing is very simple with an elementary level of deduction.” said Nodaka with a smug look to her face. 

“Who the hell is that,” said a bystander watching the poker match, amazed at the match that just happened before his eyes.

“Haven’t you heard? That’s the crazy casino girl.” replied the other bystander standing next to him.

Nodaka was something similar to a legend around here. The woman who has never left the casino is at a loss. The casino did consider kicking her out multiple times, but she lost just enough times to draw in more customers to the casino. It was almost as if she planned the amount of times she won that day.

“I see you don’t really have any competition now that Bang left huh? Man, you’ve grown so much since the last time I saw you.” said Yamamoto Keiichi as he slowly sat next to Nodaka on the poker table.

“It’s been a while, Keiichi. How’ve you been?”

He was a man familiar to Nodaka. Before she moved into the Yuzuriha Agency, Nodaka worked in a smaller agency as a detective. And Yamamoto Keiichi was her first and last partner in that last agency. He was also the guy who taught Nodaka how to gamble. Of course, Nodaka has now easily surpassed that of Keiichi. Appearance wise, he was a fairly short man who had long hair for a guy. He also wore a cap that was almost like a trademark of his. 

“Good, how about you?”

“I have an annoying assistant to deal with but other than that it’s like normal. Anyways, why are you even here? I thought you don’t really gamble anymore.”

“I’m sure I’m here because of the same reason as you. After all, although I might not be a part of that Yuzuriha Agency, I am a pretty well established detective.”

“Huh the same reason as me? I’m just here to gamble. Why does that have to do with anything with you being an established detective?” Nodaka responded as she tilted her head slightly.

“Wait wh- well whatever. For now I am also here to gamble.” Keiichi said with a smile. “Since Bang is still grieving about his cousin’s death, I will be your match for the moment.”

“Sure, just don’t cry when you lose all your chips.” Nodaka responded with a smug smile.

As the dealer placed the cards on the table, Nodaka thought to herself.

There is definitely something going on here.

It was extremely strange to find Keiichi here. He did gamble in the past but he wasn’t the type to just randomly come to these locations without a purpose. The strangest of all was how he hesitated when Nodaka casually dismissed her. She didn’t know exactly what was happening, but she knew that she had to know what was going on.

“So what’s your plan?” Nodaka asked.

“With this round? I can’t tell you that. You are probably gonna win already,” responded Keiichi.

“No not poker. I mean that,” Nodaka responded, trying to sound as detective and serious-like as possible.

“Ah,” Keiichi responded as his face got a little less happy. “Honestly, we don’t have the most complete idea of what is going to happen. I’m guessing that’s like you as well, otherwise you wouldn’t have come here right?”

“Yeah, I’m still trying to collect as much as possible before that happens,” Nodaka responded with her poker face. “Do you have any plans? Worst case scenario is that we mess each other up. We have the same objective anyways.” 

“That is true. But honestly we don’t have too much planned. I’m just kind of stationed here to notify my group if anything happens. They are on standby at the agency in case the perpetrator comes here. We would have a lot more prepared if we knew anything. But both the seriousness and the likelihood of the possible future is unknown,” explained keiichi, who had a slightly happy expression on his face while looking at the cards he was holding.

Nodaka now knew exactly what this was. A group on standby in case something happens? A perpetrator? This was serious for sure. Keiichi probably thought that Nodaka didn’t know much about the case. Making him avoid saying that he knows everything that would happen.

“Anyways, if something serious happens, you and I probably need to just run away. I mean there’s nothing much we can do” Keiichi said. “That’s straight. I think I won here?”

“Well, we’ll see about that,” Nodaka said as she smiled. “Thanks for the chips.”

On the table were five spades.


“I hate dinners,” I thought to myself.

4 hours have passed since I first got to this table. Everyone was done with their food. Yet no one left and Yosana Miyuki was still talking.

“That was when I grabbed the perpetrator and tied him up. It was quite the action sequence.” continued Miyuki.

Unsurprisingly, she solved more than one case this month. Like what Asumi said, this dinner was really a place for the president to give her heroic tales of the month.

Haruki next to me had his eyes open. Yet, I sometimes hear little bits of snoring every 15 minutes or so. He probably mastered this technique attending this dinner every month.

Suzaki Yua laughed a little every five minutes or so. Every time she laughed, the president looked a little bit happier than before. She probably thought that she was laughing at her heroic tales. But because she sat directly opposite of her, she wasn’t able to see what was actually going on. I, who was sitting fairly close to her, was the only one who probably was able to see. Her fingers were on her phone, slowly scrolling through reddit. 

Kushieda Yuri, on the other hand, was fairly attentive to the story. She was a little bit enthusiastic at the start of the stories, screaming “stop!” as loud as she could. But now she is just grabbing her head whispering some type of curse to the innocent plate on the table.

Kenichi Akihiro… well I don’t know what he was doing. He was just staring at the wall. No he has not talked for the last four hours.

Yep, this was a mess. The only reason why I didn’t leave was because I was scared that Miyuki would fire me for disrespecting his stories or something. I think that’s the reason why no one has left the table yet.

It was then when I saw a text on my phone screen.

<From Stupid boss: come to Klar Casino as quickly as possible and don’t tell anyone there. Just leave saying you have some urgent matter. I’ll take care of the president later. (attachment: photo of map)>

<Risa: What?> 

I responded immediately. The last thing I would have expected Nodaka to send me was a serious text like this. 

I waited for a response back for a few minutes yet I didn’t get a single response. Something was off. I initially thought that this may be one of Nodaka’s stupid pranks or something. Especially since she told me not to tell anyone. But her telling me to come to her favorite Casino? That seems pretty impossible. 

Maybe she finally wanted me to be a part of her investigation! 

“I’m so sorry but I have to leave right now,” I said as I stood up slowly. I tried to be as careful as possible so I don’t get fired or anything.

“Well, everyone seems like they are done so we should wrap up as well,” said Miyuki, smiling directly towards me. 

“Actually?! Intern, what did you do to him?” Kushieda asked with a surprised yet extremely happy tone as she quickly stood up.

“You can stay if you want Kushieda,” responded Miyuki.

“Haha. No. That’s enough for this month. Thank you.” Kushieda quickly responded as she pushed the chair into the desk.


After Miyuki made her remarks, Risa walked quickly towards the exit. Everyone proceeded to leave for their respective rooms while yelling “finally!” All who were left were Miyuki himself and Kenichi Akihiro. For a brief moment, an awkward air was left between the two that remained. The first to speak was Akihiro. 

“You know where Nodaka is at right now right?” He said with a bitter deep voice, tilting his head from the wall to Miyuki’s face.

“Where else would she be?” 

“That assistant is probably going there right now no? Why didn’t you stop her?”

“The girl probably has it.” 

“Irresponsible as always huh? Don’t blame me if she dies.”

“Don’t worry. She won’t.”


Because there weren’t any public transport near the area, I got on the bike that I used to get to the agency. According to the map that Nodaka sent me, Klar casino was closer than I imagined. Around thirty minutes or so with a bike. Honestly, it was a little surprising that a place like this would have a casino. Quickly, I followed the map to get the Klar casino as quickly as possible.

When I arrived, I felt a sudden chill going through my body.

“That’s weird? Aren’t there usually guards near casinos like this?” I mumbled to myself. Regardless, I quickly walked into the casino to find Nodaka.

As I opened the door I saw bodies of multiple people on the ground. Blood everywhere. There weren’t any signs of life. 

I quickly went to one of the dead bodies to examine what happened. The wound didn’t seem like guns. More like a knife wound straight to the chest. The situation was too hard to process myself. How did the perpetrator kill this many people with a knife? Why this location? In the first place, why did Nodaka call me here? Was it to stop this murder? But I did know one thing: I had to find Nodaka as quickly as possible.

Quietly as possible, I crouched and made my way up the stairs which took me to the lobby of the Casino. Similar to the floor below, there were bodies on the ground with blood everywhere. Yet, there was one thing different from the floor below.

In the center was a familiar figure holding a knife with blood all over her body.

“What took you so long, stupid intern.”

CGI being used in Anime

CG has been being used more and more in the last decade or so. And there are a lot of conflicted opinions about them. So here, I’ll be going through 4 different “levels” of CG in anime and looking at how they are used and how I feel about them.

Full on CG

Houseki no Kuni - 01 - 02 - Lost in Anime

This is your Berserk 2017 and Bang Dream. A lot of people, including myself, will say that shows that use CG as their main animation medium are very hard to look at. Rakuen Tsuihou was the biggest laughing stock of that year and pretty understandably. The movements look really janky and unnatural and the texture of the CG feels really cheap and brings down the whole quality of the animation. A lot of the public’s mindset on CG anime, however, did change with Houseki no Kuni. Many praise it to be one of the better shows. It has a widely positive reception with a mal score of 8.43. But to me this wasn’t a show that I could enjoy.

Don’t get me wrong; I do like Houseki no Kuni. I had a lot of fun reading the manga. But the CG in the show made it really hard to look at. One of the best parts about the original manga is the beautiful backgrounds and visuals. Every single frame is so full with detailed lines composed so beautifully. But the CG simplifies everything in an unnatural moving model that can’t really express what I loved about the visuals in the original manga. I heard a lot of people say the CG is fine in the show but can you imagine this show being fully animated? It would’ve been absolutely stunning. The story itself allows a lot of aesthetic experiments and I was a little bit disappointed by the CG.

But over time, I think I did get a little bit more used to it. Especially since I got accustomed to games like Persona or the Atelier series that have characters move in CG models most of the time. So I’m sure I’d be more fine with CG anime than I was 2~3 years ago.

Idol shows

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I don’t like Idol shows and I think people that like idols shows don’t like them for how good the show is too. I find, usually, that fans of idols shows like them because they like the character, or the idols. That’s why concerts featuring voice actors of the characters singing are widely popular. 

But the shows themselves are just bad and a lot of it has to do with the CG dance sequences. To me, this type of show is a lot worse than a show that is completely CG. Even disregarding how unnatural these CG dances look, the CG visuals clash with the hand drawn parts of it. Both parts look completely different because of the texture of the CG animation. This creates a huge disconnect between the daily life sections and the staged sections to the point where it doesn’t even feel like the same show. Then again, it’s not like I’m going to watch these shows even if they were to be done normally animated. 

CG Crowds

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CG crowds are often used nowadays as a method of saving money. Rather than spending a huge sum of money drawing background characters that are normally not given a lot of attention, they put CGI models in the background to fill up the empty space. The thing is, this tactic that they use on parts of the background that don’t take much of the attention of the audience is given attention when they look hideous. Once the movements in the background start to slightly bother the audience, it becomes almost impossible to pay attention to the other visuals in the show that they probably directed the money towards. 

This really also applies to objects that move. Like cars, for example. I’m not an expert in the animation process but I’m gonna guess CG doesn’t work too well with the drawn frames. Like the CGI crowds, they become really really hard to look at. Then again, I understand why studios are doing this. Animation is expensive and it’s hard to believe a street without any cars. But honestly, if the final product is going to look janky as most CG products are, I’d rather see a plain street that looks normal than a bustling street with people and cars that look like they are glitching in real life.


I spent a full page or so just talking about how much I had CG in anime, but I do like them sometimes too. Although very minor, I’m a huge fan of how ufotable uses CG to sharpen up their backgrounds. Although CGI looks really unnatural when they move, when they are still, they are usually fine. Sometimes, they even add a sharp look to the backgrounds. For example, most of the buildings in Ufotable use a mix of CGI and hand drawn animation to create their final look. The final product becomes very meticulously drawn from their shape to their aesthetic feel.

Ufotable also uses CGI for their action scenes. They get CG models to pose for the scene then  draw on top of the models. The texture of the drawings are the same because they still color and draw the way they would normally do, yet the movements feel more organized in many scenes. 

If studios are able to incorporate CG like this, without making it obvious that they used CGI or if they make it look natural and matching with the total aesthetics of the show, then I’d be happy to see studios find ways to save money like this.

Chapter a Week 3 – A Generous Tip

Chapter a week is a story that’s updated once a week, but the writer continuing the story alternates every time. This serves as mainly a biweekly creative outlet for us where we try to improve our writing, but it also allows us to have fun with each other since we don’t have a story planned. Enjoy!

It wasn’t long after police sirens flooded the scene. Risa-chan took Bang’s death as well as any normal girl would. I never called the detective agency or Asumi(the latter for much more obvious reasons than the first), but it seems that Asumi was scolded quite a bit by Yosana, since she ended up coming to the scene relatively quickly. Makes sense, since Bang’s death could have been avoided if Asumi just solved the case properly.

When Asumi showed up, she had an expression which I hadn’t seen before. Shame? Embarrassment? Definitely not guilt, but something close to the two. When she saw my face, she brightened up a little.

“Kan-chan!!! I missed you so much~!”

She ran towards me with her arms wide open, but I pushed her back. 

“You goddamn idiot, how much of the case had you actually solved?”

She pouted, before answering. “I don’t know who the actual culprit is, but I know what they’re after.”

“Could you have prevented Bang’s death?”

“Well, it was kind of obvious. The guy has 6’s all over his cafe.” Asumi replies in such a casual tone, I feel like I’m close to smacking her. And suddenly, a looming shadow appears behind Asumi. It’s Risa-chan, and she actually does slap Asumi. Hard. On one hand, I feel sorry for myself for not getting the first hit, but I am generally looking forward to these two’s future.


And now, we are in the present. 10 minutes from when Asumi was slapped, and also 10 minutes since Risa-chan said she wanted to hear about the case. I’d normally have tried to stop her, but she looked both so determined and pissed off that I couldn’t help but oblige.

“As I said, I don’t know who the culprit is. I’ll first explain the details that appeared after Kanou left me.” She fakes some tears before continuing. “A couple of days ago, we were able to identify two out of the four unknown victims.”

“Wait, four unknown victims? So there was a fifth murder?” I guess it wasn’t really surprising since Bang died after the 6’s covered the store, but it’s astonishing to think that after 5 cases, the bastard Ano still covered the case up and didn’t announce it publicly whatsoever.

“Yeah. As you know, the locations of the murders were just too far away for them to be placed as serial killings. Some in the countryside, some in the city. And the police are probably still under that impression, even after uncovering three of the victim’s identities.” Asumi pulls out a small paper crumble, and opens it up, revealing three photos, but no names or descriptions attached.

“Matou Suzuki, 56 years old, found dead in a bathroom in a high class restaurant called ‘Andou Honten’ in Osaka. Unknown cause of death and no bruises, apart from a mark behind his neck with the number 1.”

“Yonagi Kanna, 35 years old, found dead in her boyfriend’s apartment in Tokyo, and also the only one who we were able to identify immediately. Unknown cause of death and no bruises, apart from a mark on her wrist with the number 4.”

“And the previously most recent death award goes to Sallow Nicholas.” Irritated, Risa-chan looks like she’s about to hit Asumi again, and she quivers and rushes behind me in response before continuing. “He was 43 years old, and was found dead on the top of the Fushimi Inari Shrine* in the morning by tourists. Unknown cause of death and no bruises, apart from a mark on his forehead reading the number 5. His temperature was quite low when he was found, but that’s probably because he was on the top of the mountain.”

*Note: Fushimi Inari Shrine is a famous tourist attraction hiking course/mountain in Kyoto. 

“Each of the marks are not too easy to tell, which was another reason why it took a while for even anyone to notice these deaths as connected. The forensics team said that the marks were burned onto each victims’ skin. They also said that the deaths are probably caused by some kind of poison, but they haven’t been able to identify any of them yet.”

Though I had seen it countless times before, Asumi still amazes me with her memory.

“On the surface, the victims seem to have nothing in common, apart from the fact that they had nothing to identify themselves, but Yonagi Kanna is an exception to that. I’m sure the police still can’t find a connection.”

“Wait,” Risa-chan interrupts, visibly confused. “If you couldn’t find out their identities up until a few days ago, why weren’t the deaths released to the public and shown to the news? Couldn’t it have helped to identify them?”

Ah, I guess she wouldn’t know. She did say that she didn’t know who Ano was before when I called her before too.

“It’s because of a certain bastard named Ano.” I answer.

“Ano… The detective that Nodaka told me to deliver her message to?”

“Yeah. This is the kind of case that the public could go crazy with. A serial killer, cult mass suicides, a curse killing citizens of Japan one by one, the press would go crazy with this. If that were to happen, then the police would most likely change the head detective in charge to someone more experienced and take Ano off the case. So as a way of trying to move up the ranks, Ano planned on solving the case all by himself, after noticing a pattern when the third death happened.”

“What a cunt.” She gives a disgusted look in response, which awfully reminds me of when she looked at Asumi.

“It doesn’t matter! He’s been taken off the case!” Asumi shouts. “Can I go back to my amazing deduction now?”

“Yeah, sure. Go ahead…”

“Okay!” She expresses a look of pride. “As Kan-chan said, the police and I suspected this to be a cult suicide at first. I then moved my theory to indiscriminate serial killings, but I changed my theory when the identities were revealed.”

“Identities? Didn’t you just describe them? They have nothing in common, right?” Sallow Nicholas, a man who is clearly a foreigner, is the nail on the coffin which to me, confirms these killings are indiscriminate.

“That’s probably what the police still think. But actually, they do have something in common. 12 years ago, there was a relatively exclusive, Japanese-styled cooking course in Montanna of the United States, in which 6 people participated in it for about 3 months. Yonagi Kanna, Matou Suzuki and Sallow Nicholas all were a part of this course.” Clearly she was leading up to something, but I couldn’t tell what it was. “That course was run by michelin star chef Johnson Bang.”

“Johnson Bang? Wait, is that–”

“Yep, that’s the 6th victim.”

“Holy shit… so these aren’t indiscriminate serial killings?”

“Nope, they’re calculated, individual murders.”

After a moment of silence, I turn to Risa-chan, who remains with a look of stun for a couple of seconds, before saying anything. “Jesus Christ… and so all we have to do is find out who the rest of the participants of the cooking class was, and the one person who didn’t die is the culprit, right?”

“Yep!” Proudly, she responds.

“Wow, maybe you really are a genius like everyone says!” Risa-chan fangirls over her in excitement, seeing Asumi in action for the first time.

Ah.. so innocent. I remember I was like that too before.

“Of course! Actually, not telling you the message to Ano was my part of my plan, too! After all, we couldn’t have been able to know if it was Ano or one of the course attendees who was the culprit! Haha! I’m so–” But before she can finish, she receives a loud smack by Risa-chan.


“Hey, I know these last two days have been difficult, but I guarantee you it’ll get better. You of all people should know how it usually is here. Kanou reassures me, and it works because of how calming his voice is. It’s been a couple of days since I witnessed Johnson Bang’s death, and although it does still haunt me occasionally, I feel relatively okay considering my situation. At least that’s what I thought, but I guess I’m still tense.

Man, Nodaka really messed up, letting him go..

“Does Nodaka ever get better?”

“That’s a different issue..”  We laugh.

“So, I get why the Inspector is coming to the office, but why are the other suspects also coming?”

“Kan-chan always wants to meet the suspects before answering the case… personally, I’d rather just send him a text or something with the culprit and an explanation.” Nodaka slouches, being quite grumpier than usual.

“Why couldn’t you have done that before?!”

“ ‘Cause Ano’s not on the case anymore! No point in shoving it in his face!”

This woman…

“In the first place, how did you guys even get access to this case if Detective Ano was trying to hide it?”

“Well, we’re given special access to all national cases from the Japanese government, but the case itself was brought to our attention by an anonymous tip.”

“An anonymous tip?”

“Yeah. An actual letter was addressed and sent to me. They come around sometimes, and the agency occasionally helps out cases like this to better our image for the bigger companies. That wasn’t as much so in this case, I think the president just wanted me to kick Ano’s ass on the case.”

“Also to keep you out of the mahjong tournament.” Kanou intervenes.

“Which, if I need to remind you, I won!” 

“And was disqualified from!” In response to Kanou’s retort, Nodaka goes back to her depressed state.


“As always, an excellent job, Nodaka!” Inspector Imai applauds Nodaka after listening to her admittedly great deduction. He looks to be quite elderly, possibly in his 60s. He makes up for his lack of height with either muscle or fat, but I can’t tell because of the thick clothes covering him. He wears a seemingly formal outfit in orange and black, a color combination bizarrely reminding me of the Inspector Megure in Detective Conan.

 “And thus, I believe that Kanzawa Haruka is behind these murders. Not only do the facts match, but she is also the only one from the class that hasn’t had a successful career in cooking. Perhaps she held a form of resentment against the others for doing better than her, as well as to her instructor, Johnson Bang, for not leading her to success.”

“Then we’ve also got a motive. You’ve convinced me of your theory, Nodaka. But without any direct evidence, it remains a theory. None of this will hold…”

As the two continue on in their conversation, I whisper to Kanou. 

“So the two beside Inspector Imai are the suspects, right?”

“Yep. The one on the left is Yukiyoshi Sendou. He was my prime suspect until Kanzawa, though Asumi said there was no way he could be guilty.”

“She was that confident, and you still thought she was guilty?”

“Well, more than guilty, he just seemed the most likely, at least compared to the other suspect, Honda Kennichi. The thing about both suspects is that the theory of them being guilty doesn’t stand up. Neither of them have possible motives for killing all 6 people, and there isn’t any evidence that supports their being guilty. Both of them had poor alibis, though. Honda said things like he stayed at home alone, or with his girlfriend or family, which can’t be trusted and won’t hold up in court. On the other hand, Yukiyoshi just didn’t provide any alibis whatsoever.”

“No alibis whatsoever? What? That sounds totally guilty!”

“That’s what I thought. He also happened to have hotel rooms booked near many of the crime locations at the right time.” 

What the hell? How is this guy not locked up yet?

“But motives are the problem. Yukiyoshi has no possible motive that the police or I have been able to come up with whatsoever.”

“Motive, huh…. Didn’t think that would be so important…” 

What if he’s just a crazy psycho who burns numbers onto people?

“What about the other person? Handa, was it?”

Honda Kennichi has some circumstantial evidence against him. But ultimately it comes down to motives again.”

“What kind of evidence?”

“Besides the lack of a solid alibi, he’s a researcher at a scientific lab. So the unknown poisons that killed the victims wouldn’t have been too difficult for him to get his hands on. He also had some bruises on the day he reported the crime, though he claims it was from when he tripped.”

“I see… but from the way it looks, these two aren’t that great of suspects, are they?” 

“Yeah. I think Ano just kept these two because they were his only hope to success.”

I look back at Nodaka and Inspector Imai, to see Nodaka seemingly zoning out of the conversation.

No… she’s not zoning out… is she… staring at Honda?


It just doesn’t add up.

Biting my fingernails, I continue rocking on my chair, trying to think of a reason. But my train of thought(or lack of one) is interrupted by Ken-chan.

“Hey, I’m going to go now. As much as I feel bad for Risa-chan, I did leave.”


“What’s wrong? You aren’t going to beg for me to stay?”

“…It doesn’t add up.”

“Add up? What do you mean?”

“My case against Kanzawa.”

“Huh? It sounded perfectly reasonable to me. Inspector Imai is bringing him into questioning today, right? If you can find some evidence, this case should be set.”

“No, it’s not. There’s no explanation as to why he bothered burning numbers into them, or why he performed the killings weekly.”

“Perhaps he just wanted to leave a mark on them? Murderers aren’t the most predictable or understandable, maybe he got a sense of satisfaction every time he defiled the bodies that he killed and left in pure condition.”

“It’s not that your explanation doesn’t make sense, it’s just really shitty.”

With a quite visibly irritated face, Ken-chan leaves, waving his hand while she walks away.

Is it possible that I was wrong about Kanzawa? After all… 

But once again, my train of thought is interrupted, though this time, it’s the phone.

“Hey intern! Pick it up!”

“Yeah, got it.” She picks up the phone, and a while later, puts down the phone with a face of shock. “Okay, I understand. I’ll tell her.”

“What’s up?”

“About Kanzawa Haruka… he had no confirmable alibi for all the days in which the murders happened, supposedly visiting his parents weekly.”


“But this monday, when Johnson Bang was found dead, he was in a live concert. And there’s CCTV footage which proves he’s innocent.”


“Maybe Kanzawa killed just the five people, and someone else killed Johnson?”

“No. Even if he had an accomplice, there’s no reason he would just not kill the last person himself.”

Actually, it could be an imposter, disguising their own murder as someone else’s…

No, that’s impossible.

None of the murders were released to the public, and the poison and burning techniques used were similar enough for the forensics team to deem the perpetrator as the same person.

“What if he changed the poison? The forensics team hasn’t actually identified it, right? If there’s one with similar effects but more slow acting, then couldn’t it work?”

“No, it’s no coincidence that the murders all occurred on Monday, so Johnson had to die on Monday. And a slow acting poison kicking in at the right time is just too unreliable.”

“Damn… then… are we back to square one? We have no suspects!”

“No, we do.”

“We do? I thought the other suspects were duds.”

“Not exactly. I have my suspicions about Honda.”

“Honda.. You were staring at him yesterday. What’s going on?”

“He ended up spilling some water on his left hand, and he acted like a dog had just bit him. I’m pretty sure his hand is burnt. That could be from the burn marks that the victims had.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed… but it’s just a burnt hand, isn’t it? That’s purely circumstantial and is much more likely to be a coincidence.”

“It would be just a coincidence if it were only that. But that guy… he was smiling. His girlfriend was murdered just 2 weeks ago, and when he’s told about the person who killed her, he smiles.”

“…Maybe he was just relieved that he wasn’t a suspect anymore?”

“Perhaps. But that wasn’t a look of relief. That was a look of joy. Something is going on that I’m not yet aware of.” I stand up, and grab my jacket. “I’d ask you to investigate Honda for me, but this case has been going on for too long. It’s time to settle this case once and for all.”

“Ooh~ so cool!”

“Also, I don’t trust you with an investigation.”


Honda Kennichi opens the door. He currently lives in the same apartment which his girlfriend was in. Not usual, but not unusual. Some people are often too afraid of moving on and try to remember their loved one by staying in the same place as them.

“Hi! I’m Nodaka, I met with you yesterday with Inspector Imai.”

He seems quite shocked. Maybe enough to be called panicked. But he manages to quickly recompose himself, and show a blank, perhaps slightly curious expression.

“Hello, can I help you?”

“Well, I just wanted to give you an update on the case. We actually got some damning evidence against Kanzawa Haruka. He has no alibi whatsoever.” The intern, who is standing on my right, turns her head to face me in shock.

“Wow… that’s… great… if he is really the one who killed Kanna, then I hope he is properly arrested.”

“Yes… I’m sure being treated as a possible suspect during this time must have been terrible. I really want to apologize for Detective Ano’s behavior. Could we come in?” I hold out a bag, with a box from an extremely high end sweets company(which is empty, but Honda doesn’t know that).

“Oh, of course. Please.” He steps back and opens the door. 

Going through the relatively small apartment to the living room, I notice various holes and marks on the walls. I manage to secretly peek through a door, and I can see a cracked television screen. 

But something is bizarre. Something is off. Ever since I first saw Honda yesterday, there’s been something about him that I just can’t place my finger on. I look at Honda, looking from head to toe multiple times. 

His face?

He’s wearing glasses, which is new… but that’s not it.

His torso…


His lower body…

No. This isn’t the right direction.

He does look somewhat more happy than before. No, is it better to say ‘free’?

What is it…. The colors on him?

Colors.. The clothes?

Yeah… the police report showed that he was wearing long sleeves and pants, despite it being in the middle of Summer. And yet just a few weeks later, he’s wearing short sleeves and short legs.


Oh. That’s it.

I knew it. There’s no doubt in my mind now that Honda Kennichi is the one who murdered all 6 people. I’ve got the motive down. He has no alibi. All I need now is some actual concrete evidence…

The intern and I sit on the table, and I place the bag of (empty) sweets on the floor, so that Honda doesn’t open it while I try and find some evidence. I try to continue a dialogue between Honda and I, while I continue to talk about the likelihood of Yukiyoshi’s arrest, and other bullshit like that. During this, I try to casually peak around and ask some around the bush questions about the house, but nothing comes to avail. 


I’m out of things to say… 

At this point, I probably only have this left.

I discreetly reach into my phone in my pocket, press the power button three times, and my phone begins to ring. I take it out, stand up, and answer.
“Yes?” I mumble some hmms in before continuing. “Ah,” I look at the intern, sign her to come over to me, and look at Honda. “Sorry, we need to take this. Could we just have a moment?”

“Yes?” I mumble some hmms in before continuing. “Ah,” I look at the intern, sign her to come over to me, and look at Honda. “Sorry, we need to take this. Could we just have a moment?”

We walk towards the hallway, and I whisper to her.

“Hey, have you noticed anything?”

“Noticed… anything?”

“Yeah. Anything.”

“Um… I don’t know, he looks a little happier than he did in the report.”

“Come on, anything else?”

The intern takes a couple seconds to think. Thinking….

“Oh, shit!”

“What is it?”

“I forgot to message my friend!”

“Wha.. are you fucking kidding me? I know you don’t believe Honda is the murderer, but you’re getting paid to do this! Your messages can…”





A message?


I’ve got it.

I can’t help but smirk, though I would even if I could help it.

“Hey Intern, you better turn your brain on, because Master Detective Nadoka Asumi has done it again.”


“Oh, before I leave,” Nadoka asks. “Honda, could I ask one final question?” She said something about solving the case, but she just got up to begin leaving. What the hell is she thinking?


“I just wanted to know… how did it feel to kill your girlfriend?”


Wait, did she really just…


“…Excuse me?” An array of emotions begin to play on Honda’s face, like a broken TV screen. Confusion, anger, disarray, sadness. “What in the– you… Get the hell out of my-”

“You see, I thought it was weird, changing from long sleeve to short sleeve for no apparent reason. If anything, it’s colder now than when you wore long sleeves. And yet, you’re wearing short sleeves! What reason could there be for that? Is it just a coincidence that you happened to be wearing long sleeves during the day Yonagi Kanna died? Of course not.”

“It was to hide bruises, right? Holes in the wall, a broken TV, hell, long sleeves weren’t even enough to cover all your bruises! All classic designs of domestic abuse. Kanna died approximately two weeks ago, meaning that the latest you could have been hit by her was two weeks ago, which is around the time it takes for bruises to fully heal. That’s why you’re wearing short sleeves now. There’s nothing to hide, after all.”

No, but that still doesn’t match up.

“But Nodaka, that’s only a motive for killing one of the victims. Why would Honda go out of her way to kill 5 other people?”

“That’s the thing about Honda. Why it took so long for me to connect the dots. He used the other killings as a camouflage. I’m sure he heard about the cooking class with Johnson Bang more than a couple times from Yonagi. After all, it’s 3 months with a Michelin star chef. From that, he probably formed a plan to murder Yonagi, and every member from the cooking class except for one person, to frame them. And it just so happens that one of them, Yukiyoshi, was failing in business. A perfect scapegoat.”

This sick bastard… so he killed 5 other people just to avoid suspicion?!

“The only problem for Honda would have been to allow the police to make the connection between the victims. But he couldn’t be too obvious about it. So he gave them all unnatural deaths with causes difficult to recognize, and numbered them from 1 to 6.”

“Did he kill them on Mondays for that reason too?”

“No, that was to frame Kanzawa. Her comment about visiting her family is probably true. I doubt it was hard to find a weekly event that Kanzawa did, even an amateur can manage to find that kind of information with enough trailing.”

“The 6’s all over Cafe Bang, as well as the note ‘You Cheated Me’ was placed there for the same reason. If Kanzawa was angry at the people in the cooking course for the success they couldn’t achieve, it’d be natural for her to be most upset with Johnson, the most successful out of everyone as a michelin star chef, and also her mentor who failed to guide her.”

“B-But… Wait a second, Nodaka.” Honda finally spoke up after staying silent during Nodaka’s long monologue. “The things you’re saying… it sounds like there’s no reason to suspect me instead of Kanzawa. Isn’t that right?”

“You’d be right, but you’re unfortunately wrong. You knew about his weekly visits to his parents, but you didn’t study up enough on him. He went to a live concert instead of visiting his parents on the day of Johnson’s death.” 

“Wh-what?” The shock and panic on Honda’s face was simply too clear to imply anything but this man’s lack of innocence. “But- w-well, everything you’re saying is circumstantial! None of this would hold up in court. You may as well be reading a fiction book!” He tries to form a smile.

“Once again, you’re wrong! Man, maybe you should become a pair of dumb and dumber with my intern here!”

“I’m guessing you overestimated the police’s judgement. Even with the clues, they weren’t able to piece together the deaths as even connected until after the third casualty. Panicked, you sent an anonymous tip to a certain detective agency. You realized you forgot to erase your fingerprints on the letter, so you burned your hand to remove them off of yourself. But what you didn’t realize was that there were a couple strands of hair in the letter.”

Panic once again overcomes Honda, but at an even more extreme rate. He begins to breathe heavily and quickly, enough to make me suspect he’s hyperventilating.

“Now, if I tell all of this to Inspector Imai, and considering you were one of the prime suspects in this case, I’m sure there will be enough reason to ask for a hair sample. And if that matches with the hair strands in the letter I received, then that’ll mean that you, Honda Kennichi, sent a mail to my firm with the details of a case that was private to the public, and at the time, you weren’t even involved with, since Yonagi Kanna was the fourth victim.”

Nodaka takes a short breath, and points a finger gun at Honda. 

As if to respond to Nodaka, Honda runs straight towards her, presumably to attack her. But this proves completely futile, as Nodaka slightly turns and does a massive kick on his neck. Immediately afterwards, she grabs his face, and slams his entire body onto the wall, creating a bigger crack than any we had noticed before.

She lets go, and Honda’s body lifelessly drops down to the floor, like a ragdoll.

With Nodaka’s reveal, as well as this fight, I think this beats my experience at Cafe Bang in terms of sheer surprise, since I think I witnessed a death both times.

“Do you want to carve a seven?”


A few hours later, Honda gained consciousness in the hospital, and confessed, seeing as he was bound to be found guilty one way or another. Nodaka avoided attempted murder charges with a self defence claim, though I’m not sure that one was justified.

The last few days here at Yuzuriha Detective Agency have probably been the worst in my life, but it’s somehow given me some respect for Nodaka, though maybe only for her intelligence. The double layer of this case… I don’t think I would have been able to properly deduce even the surface layer of the murders.

And yet despite that, because of the traction that the cases gained, the agency offered me a permanent job as Nodaka’s assistant. I don’t really expect it to go further than a babysitter, and I’m somewhat dreading the moments where I’ll have to face incidents like what happened in Cafe Bang. Johnson’s death still haunts me to this day, and I don’t think I can properly forgive Nodaka for that. But the pay is too good for me to refuse, so I’ve got no choice, as unqualified as I am.

Oh, and I ended up asking Nodaka about the other suspect, Yukiyoshi Sendou.

“Nodaka, how did you know that Yukiyoshi wasn’t the culprit? Even if he didn’t have a proper motive, didn’t he strike you as suspicious?”

“Ahhh, that guy. Nah, he’s gay.”


“He was participating in a secrative gay group tour around Japan. Him being at the right location was just a coincidence, and he didn’t tell anyone since being publicly homosexual doesn’t do you any good around here.”

“Wha… huh… wait, how do you even know about that?”

And I also learned something quite shocking.

“Because I’m a lesbian?”


“Oh, I guess I never did tell you.”

“Huh??? B-but, you and Kanou, weren’t you two-”

Maybe, a couple of things.

“Yeah, we were a thing before. Wait, you thought Kanou was a guy?”