Prologue
Translator: Kuririn
Editor: Janey
Just what is an “ideal”?
There are countless answers to that question. Based on pretext; based on ideology, there are numerous origins to defining that word.
But if you ask me, the answer is clear: It is a word written on the cover of my notebook.
My notebook is omnipotent.
It guides me as a principle, as a master, as a prophet. At times, it becomes a weapon and also a key.
Ideal.
In that notebook, everything about me is written out. The notebook that I bring with me everywhere I go holds all of my future.
From my menu for tonight’s dinner to my plans to move houses five years later.
From tomorrow’s business affairs to the cheapest radish in the area.
Schedules, plans, objectives and guides. I write everything in it and I carry it around to implement them.
In a way that would exaggerate – those “ideals” written out are my prophets. My ideals lies in those prophecies.
Everything would be alright if I just follow it.
As long as I obey the notebook, I can control the future.
Controlling the future.
What a wonderful phrase.
But –
No matter how wonderful that realization is, if you can’t see the bigger picture down the road, that brilliance is the same as an imitation; idealism is the same as nonsense.
Therefore, if you open the first page of this notebook, the knowledge to the shortcut to idealism is written there.
“Do the things you should do.”
My name is Kunikida Doppo.
As an idealist of truths, I am an advocate of chasing after ideals.
Me who wishes for the implementation of ideals, along with a certain new employee, who since birth had jumbled them out of order, surely this is some savage circumstance going on.
000
7th
I flip the pages of my notebook and go through the following two or three days.
In that period of time, the important things that has to do with me are written out as below:
· Takekoshi-kun comes over. We share a walk under the moon.
· I receive a call from the hacker, Taguchi, about the warship from overseas.
· I eat a pear: the pear was way too sweet.
I am not allowed to find the trivial things troublesome.
That way I won’t fall into untrue ways. Alas! What have I wished for other than this?
“Wait!”
I chased after the offender, dashing through the streets of Yokohama.
The crowd in the shopping street was as loud as always. The lively voices of stalls calling out to passersby, the noises of the people walking around the street, the customers haggling for a lower price, and the sound of cars unable to pass through coming from left and right. Even if a fight broke out on the right side, there’s no mistaking that those on the other side won’t notice.
I pushed through the hustle and bustle of the crowd, chasing after the criminal.
The man was a petty thief. He created an uproar in a jewelry store, robbing and then running away. It’s nothing big, but it had already happened three times and when the store owners of theshopping street can’t ignore it any longer, the request to capture the thief came.
We chased the petty thief after he ran away from the fourth crime scene. The opponent has light feet and his speed didn’t drop at all. At the end of the shopping street, he ran into a narrow back alley and I lost sight of him. I stopped chasing him in the confusion and uproar.
“Don’t be slow, new guy!”
I shouted to the colleague running behind me.
“Please wait a minute, Kunikida-kun. My shoelaces came undone.”
“I don’t care! Hurry up and come over!”
The one clumsily following me from behind, is a colleague of mine. A new employee that had only recently joined a few days ago.
His name is Dazai Osamu.
What a name one can do without.
“Aa, I am so tired. Kunikida-kun runs too fast. Slow down a little. It’s bad for your health, you know.”
“I get it already so just run, you lazybones! It’s your fault that my stomach is in extremely poor health!”
“Congratulations!”
“Shut up!”
This man called Dazai, his competency is unclear, his past is also unclear, and he has zero motivation. He’s always doing things in his own way and in his own pace and shreds my schedule to pieces.
To make matters worse, this person’s hobby is –
“By the way, Kunikida-kun, that chap will run away.”
My recollection was interrupted by Dazai’s voice and when I turned towards the front, the runaway had swept the vegetables off the food stall and is currently turning left, disappearing down the street.
Without thinking, I clicked my tongue.
I recall the map of the area from my within my memories. The direction that person had run towards to is a fenced residential area. There are many hidden places and houses he can take refuge in.
“Look, Dazai! It’s because you were dawdling that he managed to hide in such a troublesome place!”
“Isn’t that great? It’s just as planned. More importantly, I just discovered something awesome a while ago. Do you want to know?”
“Save it for later!”
“Truth be told, there’s a book called The Complete Suicide Manual that’s really rare. I’ve been looking for it all this time, and I found it displayed in front of an antique bookstore – Ah, we have to go back soon or else it’ll be bought.”
Without listening to me, he said it anyway.
“If you want to die that badly, should I just shoot you?” I yell at him and, he smiled, embarrassed. “Eh? Is it alright? Thanks.” It’s not even something to hold himself back about.
This guy doesn’t even take his job seriously, and whether he’s awake or asleep all he thinks about is suicide. To me, it is an unreachable world, but no matter how easy or how cheap the solution is, day and night, all he does is look for ways to get himself killed. In other words, he’s a suicide maniac.
Suicide maniac?
What a repulsive word that is.
But, no matter how crazy this person’s hobby is, or no matter how much I have to make him work, those are no reasons to fail in this arresting mission.
Because the words “failing a request” is not written anywhere in my notebook.
I resumed chasing after the culprit, turning a corner.
The road I had turned into is a dark and narrow lane. A back alley so narrow only one person at a time can pass through it. Both sides are covered with fences and the backyards and water wells of old houses can be seen. In front of their houses, laundry are fluttering in the wind.
With the smartphone at hand, I pulled up a map of the surroundings. On the screen, there is a marker telling us where we are along with the buildings and alleys around us. The alley runs along the residential area, and what’s more, if the culprit keeps going straight, he will end up in a factory area with lots of warehouses lined up. If he manages to run that far, it would be impossible to find him with all the places he can hide in.
At the end other side of the road, the small silhouette of the runaway can be seen. Is his destination really the warehouse area?
“Damn it!”
The coarse language comes out. At this distance, it’s going to be hard to catch up to him. If we fail to capture him here, he’s going to continue his criminal ways. What to do?
“Well then, let’s finish this up quickly and go buy that book. If we just interfere in his escape, that’ll be good, right?”
Dazai laughed heartily.
He took a deep breath and with a resounding voice,
“Fire!” he shouted.
In front of the criminal’s escape route, panicked residents ran out into the street. A housewife carrying a pot lid, a half-asleep young man, an old man carrying a Shougi board. Surprised residents all ran out one after another, filling up the tiny street.
The criminal is now anxious.
His escape route is overflowing with people, he can’t go forward or turn back. Even when he threatened them, they were all too busy to look for the source of the fire to listen. His way back has been filled up with open wooden doors.
“How is it?”
“Stupid! The enemy certainly stopped, but we can’t move forward either!”
“Don’t worry, after all isn’t the competent detective, Kunikida Doppo, here with us? For that reason, I created the climax of the play especially for you, so please go wild.”
I am sewing that mouth shut later!
I opened my cherished notebook and nimbly wrote the characters.
I scribble ‘wire gun’ on the page and ripped it off, speaking to it, “Doppo Poetry –!”
Ability.
Just how can such a thing be carried out? It is impossible to explain this logically. Other than ‘It’s just the way it is,” there’s no other way to explain it. Why does it have to be a page from a notebook? Why is it possible to defy physics and change its form into something else? There’s no one who can put a theory to it.
The ripped and spoken to scrap of paper, transformed into a wire gun following the words written on it.
I jumped onto the fence and point my wire gun at the criminal.
From my line of gaze, in order to threaten the people to stop blocking his escape route, he is in the middle of pulling out a gun from his breast pocket.
In such a rundown district, even a petty thief owns a handgun. The world must really be ending.
At any rate, I can’t let him shoot the gun in such a crowded place!
I took aim and pressed the trigger.
A hook flew out from the gun, aiming towards the target, the steel wire pulled taut.
The gun he was about to pull out was sent flying with the hook of my wire gun. And then it went through the sleeve of the criminal’s shirt before piercing the wall behind him.
“Jackpot.”
Dazai blew a poor whistle with his mouth.
I wind the wire back into the gun while kicking off the fence. Then I kicked off a hedge to move forward, flying over the heads of the residents and landing in front of the criminal’s eyes.
I raised my head at the same time the criminal draws out a knife from his pocket.
From this point blank range, he swings the knife downwards.
Such a move from an amateur, it won’t strike me.
I lightly turned my head sideways and dodge the blade. After that I softly press the criminal’s elbow and wrist down. Then, twisting it and using the force of his downward swing, I knock his elbow the other way.
He flew in the air.
The criminal drew an arc in the air and fell upside down before his body slammed into the wall. He looked like he didn’t understand what just happened and after falling down, he fainted.
Throwing the opponent while using the force of his body: this is the Up and Down Throw technique.
The dumbfounded and speechless residents looks back and forth between us and the criminal.
Dazai, who finally managed to catch up, called towards the residents.
“Hello everyone! Sorry I’ve created an uproar, everything’s alright now. The fire was just a false alarm.”
“Who… Who in the world are you guys?” A resident asks.
I took my detective license out of my pocket and to make sure everyone sees it, I raise it up high. Then I said, “There’s no need to worry. We are from the Armed Detective Agency.”
Prologue
Translator: Kuririn
Editor: Janey
Just what is an “ideal”?
There are countless answers to that question. Based on pretext; based on ideology, there are numerous origins to defining that word.
But if you ask me, the answer is clear: It is a word written on the cover of my notebook.
My notebook is omnipotent.
It guides me as a principle, as a master, as a prophet. At times, it becomes a weapon and also a key.
Ideal.
In that notebook, everything about me is written out. The notebook that I bring with me everywhere I go holds all of my future.
From my menu for tonight’s dinner to my plans to move houses five years later.
From tomorrow’s business affairs to the cheapest radish in the area.
Schedules, plans, objectives and guides. I write everything in it and I carry it around to implement them.
In a way that would exaggerate – those “ideals” written out are my prophets. My ideals lies in those prophecies.
Everything would be alright if I just follow it.
As long as I obey the notebook, I can control the future.
Controlling the future.
What a wonderful phrase.
But –
No matter how wonderful that realization is, if you can’t see the bigger picture down the road, that brilliance is the same as an imitation; idealism is the same as nonsense.
Therefore, if you open the first page of this notebook, the knowledge to the shortcut to idealism is written there.
“Do the things you should do.”
My name is Kunikida Doppo.
As an idealist of truths, I am an advocate of chasing after ideals.
Me who wishes for the implementation of ideals, along with a certain new employee, who since birth had jumbled them out of order, surely this is some savage circumstance going on.
000
7th
I flip the pages of my notebook and go through the following two or three days.
In that period of time, the important things that has to do with me are written out as below:
· Takekoshi-kun comes over. We share a walk under the moon.
· I receive a call from the hacker, Taguchi, about the warship from overseas.
· I eat a pear: the pear was way too sweet.
I am not allowed to find the trivial things troublesome.
That way I won’t fall into untrue ways. Alas! What have I wished for other than this?
“Wait!”
I chased after the offender, dashing through the streets of Yokohama.
The crowd in the shopping street was as loud as always. The lively voices of stalls calling out to passersby, the noises of the people walking around the street, the customers haggling for a lower price, and the sound of cars unable to pass through coming from left and right. Even if a fight broke out on the right side, there’s no mistaking that those on the other side won’t notice.
I pushed through the hustle and bustle of the crowd, chasing after the criminal.
The man was a petty thief. He created an uproar in a jewelry store, robbing and then running away. It’s nothing big, but it had already happened three times and when the store owners of theshopping street can’t ignore it any longer, the request to capture the thief came.
We chased the petty thief after he ran away from the fourth crime scene. The opponent has light feet and his speed didn’t drop at all. At the end of the shopping street, he ran into a narrow back alley and I lost sight of him. I stopped chasing him in the confusion and uproar.
“Don’t be slow, new guy!”
I shouted to the colleague running behind me.
“Please wait a minute, Kunikida-kun. My shoelaces came undone.”
“I don’t care! Hurry up and come over!”
The one clumsily following me from behind, is a colleague of mine. A new employee that had only recently joined a few days ago.
His name is Dazai Osamu.
What a name one can do without.
“Aa, I am so tired. Kunikida-kun runs too fast. Slow down a little. It’s bad for your health, you know.”
“I get it already so just run, you lazybones! It’s your fault that my stomach is in extremely poor health!”
“Congratulations!”
“Shut up!”
This man called Dazai, his competency is unclear, his past is also unclear, and he has zero motivation. He’s always doing things in his own way and in his own pace and shreds my schedule to pieces.
To make matters worse, this person’s hobby is –
“By the way, Kunikida-kun, that chap will run away.”
My recollection was interrupted by Dazai’s voice and when I turned towards the front, the runaway had swept the vegetables off the food stall and is currently turning left, disappearing down the street.
Without thinking, I clicked my tongue.
I recall the map of the area from my within my memories. The direction that person had run towards to is a fenced residential area. There are many hidden places and houses he can take refuge in.
“Look, Dazai! It’s because you were dawdling that he managed to hide in such a troublesome place!”
“Isn’t that great? It’s just as planned. More importantly, I just discovered something awesome a while ago. Do you want to know?”
“Save it for later!”
“Truth be told, there’s a book called The Complete Suicide Manual that’s really rare. I’ve been looking for it all this time, and I found it displayed in front of an antique bookstore – Ah, we have to go back soon or else it’ll be bought.”
Without listening to me, he said it anyway.
“If you want to die that badly, should I just shoot you?” I yell at him and, he smiled, embarrassed. “Eh? Is it alright? Thanks.” It’s not even something to hold himself back about.
This guy doesn’t even take his job seriously, and whether he’s awake or asleep all he thinks about is suicide. To me, it is an unreachable world, but no matter how easy or how cheap the solution is, day and night, all he does is look for ways to get himself killed. In other words, he’s a suicide maniac.
Suicide maniac?
What a repulsive word that is.
But, no matter how crazy this person’s hobby is, or no matter how much I have to make him work, those are no reasons to fail in this arresting mission.
Because the words “failing a request” is not written anywhere in my notebook.
I resumed chasing after the culprit, turning a corner.
The road I had turned into is a dark and narrow lane. A back alley so narrow only one person at a time can pass through it. Both sides are covered with fences and the backyards and water wells of old houses can be seen. In front of their houses, laundry are fluttering in the wind.
With the smartphone at hand, I pulled up a map of the surroundings. On the screen, there is a marker telling us where we are along with the buildings and alleys around us. The alley runs along the residential area, and what’s more, if the culprit keeps going straight, he will end up in a factory area with lots of warehouses lined up. If he manages to run that far, it would be impossible to find him with all the places he can hide in.
At the end other side of the road, the small silhouette of the runaway can be seen. Is his destination really the warehouse area?
“Damn it!”
The coarse language comes out. At this distance, it’s going to be hard to catch up to him. If we fail to capture him here, he’s going to continue his criminal ways. What to do?
“Well then, let’s finish this up quickly and go buy that book. If we just interfere in his escape, that’ll be good, right?”
Dazai laughed heartily.
He took a deep breath and with a resounding voice,
“Fire!” he shouted.
In front of the criminal’s escape route, panicked residents ran out into the street. A housewife carrying a pot lid, a half-asleep young man, an old man carrying a Shougi board. Surprised residents all ran out one after another, filling up the tiny street.
The criminal is now anxious.
His escape route is overflowing with people, he can’t go forward or turn back. Even when he threatened them, they were all too busy to look for the source of the fire to listen. His way back has been filled up with open wooden doors.
“How is it?”
“Stupid! The enemy certainly stopped, but we can’t move forward either!”
“Don’t worry, after all isn’t the competent detective, Kunikida Doppo, here with us? For that reason, I created the climax of the play especially for you, so please go wild.”
I am sewing that mouth shut later!
I opened my cherished notebook and nimbly wrote the characters.
I scribble ‘wire gun’ on the page and ripped it off, speaking to it, “Doppo Poetry –!”
Ability.
Just how can such a thing be carried out? It is impossible to explain this logically. Other than ‘It’s just the way it is,” there’s no other way to explain it. Why does it have to be a page from a notebook? Why is it possible to defy physics and change its form into something else? There’s no one who can put a theory to it.
The ripped and spoken to scrap of paper, transformed into a wire gun following the words written on it.
I jumped onto the fence and point my wire gun at the criminal.
From my line of gaze, in order to threaten the people to stop blocking his escape route, he is in the middle of pulling out a gun from his breast pocket.
In such a rundown district, even a petty thief owns a handgun. The world must really be ending.
At any rate, I can’t let him shoot the gun in such a crowded place!
I took aim and pressed the trigger.
A hook flew out from the gun, aiming towards the target, the steel wire pulled taut.
The gun he was about to pull out was sent flying with the hook of my wire gun. And then it went through the sleeve of the criminal’s shirt before piercing the wall behind him.
“Jackpot.”
Dazai blew a poor whistle with his mouth.
I wind the wire back into the gun while kicking off the fence. Then I kicked off a hedge to move forward, flying over the heads of the residents and landing in front of the criminal’s eyes.
I raised my head at the same time the criminal draws out a knife from his pocket.
From this point blank range, he swings the knife downwards.
Such a move from an amateur, it won’t strike me.
I lightly turned my head sideways and dodge the blade. After that I softly press the criminal’s elbow and wrist down. Then, twisting it and using the force of his downward swing, I knock his elbow the other way.
He flew in the air.
The criminal drew an arc in the air and fell upside down before his body slammed into the wall. He looked like he didn’t understand what just happened and after falling down, he fainted.
Throwing the opponent while using the force of his body: this is the Up and Down Throw technique.
The dumbfounded and speechless residents looks back and forth between us and the criminal.
Dazai, who finally managed to catch up, called towards the residents.
“Hello everyone! Sorry I’ve created an uproar, everything’s alright now. The fire was just a false alarm.”
“Who… Who in the world are you guys?” A resident asks.
I took my detective license out of my pocket and to make sure everyone sees it, I raise it up high. Then I said, “There’s no need to worry. We are from the Armed Detective Agency.”
