Chapter Eighteen: Training and Drills
In the martial arts training hall of the Mihua Police Station, Shiraiishi declared, “I’m not targeting any one of you specifically, but... none of you here can fight!”
“I could take on ten... no, a hundred of you!”
Everyone present were off-duty officers not currently engaged in desk work, numbering about a hundred, roughly a third of the station’s front-line police force.
At first, there was some hesitation among them, but...
When the reckless rookie, Tsutsui, was effortlessly subdued by Shiraiishi’s grip on his head, someone finally couldn’t resist and quietly crept up from behind!
...
Shiraiishi was not only tall but also long-limbed, with a wingspan of two and a half meters and proportionally large hands, allowing him to strike wide areas unarmed.
Seeing Tsutsui shouting and charging up, Shiraiishi simply pressed his hand down on Tsutsui’s head. Due to Shiraiishi’s arm length, Tsutsui couldn’t get close. When Tsutsui tried to pry Shiraiishi’s palm away...
Shiraiishi grabbed Tsutsui’s head with one hand and lifted him up!
Even so, Shiraiishi controlled his grip carefully, minimizing force to avoid injuring Tsutsui’s skull.
The immense control from his large hand meant that even though Tsutsui clawed at Shiraiishi’s fingers, he couldn’t escape being hoisted by the head.
Just then, the bold Fujii, positioned behind the chief, bent down and quietly reached out!
But...
With Shiraiishi’s keen perception, not even a mosquito flying within seven meters around him went unnoticed, let alone a large person!
(It’s well known that in the sports anime “Kuroko’s Basketball,” Atsushi Murasakibara’s “ultra-wide defense” covers roughly this range, making this quite plausible.)
Shiraiishi spun around and slammed Tsutsui into Fujii, and the two rolled wildly on the ground...
Seeing Tsutsui and Fujii’s attempts, the other officers grew eager to try.
However...
For Shiraiishi, simple pushes, pulls, and throws were enough to keep flinging them away.
“Hey, hey, hey, can you even call yourselves cops like this?”
“If someone didn’t know any better, they’d think I’m some lousy qigong master and you’re planted stooges.”
“This is what you call untrained?”
“Didn’t you eat? That kick of yours has less power than a massage from Kawasaki...”
Shiraiishi mocked as he “mowed them down.”
The truth was, relying solely on brute strength to arrest criminals sometimes didn’t work.
Gradually, some officers realized this and began to take up the police gear they weren’t used to using...
Kawai, who had been quietly watching everyone get tossed around, finally picked up a riot fork.
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“Paid leave... paid leave...” Kawai held the riot fork like a spear, then timed a sprint to strike at the fork near Shiraiishi’s waist where Yamada was thrown again.
Honestly, with Shiraiishi’s thick waist strength, even if four or five people held him, it might be hard to restrain.
But Kawai only wanted to “steal” a towel!
[Wait, that means tomorrow it’ll be the chief and Fujii on duty together, right? Feeling a bit sorry for Fujii; must be tough to work with the chief.]
Just as Kawai was about to hook the towel, her thoughts drifted—and the next moment...
“Wild Horse Mane!”
Shiraiishi had already noticed her. While shaking off several others, he skillfully caught the riot fork as it “stabbed” toward him, then executed a “Wild Horse Mane” move. At the same time, he called to Fujii on the other side: “Catch her!”
Fujii: ???
In the next moment, Shiraiishi swung the riot fork with his left arm, flinging Kawai into Fujii’s direction.
Fujii barely caught her but ended up sitting hard on the ground.
“Ouch, ouch... ah! Sorry, Chief Fujii!”
“Wild Horse Mane” is a common move in various styles of Tai Chi, usually used to block or catch an opponent’s arm, deflect attacks, and create openings. But Shiraiishi’s version used the riot fork as a lever to hurl Kawai away.
Still, everyone finally began to grasp the importance of police gear and technique.
Shiraiishi kept instructing on fighting techniques—but only if the officers used proper technique.
“Don’t kick above the knee! What do you think you are, a martial arts expert?”
“Protect your liver! It’s way more vulnerable than your stomach and will knock you out faster!”
“Who told you to jump when fighting? No root, no strike!”
“Good sweep kick, but next time, skip the fancy stuff and just sweep straight...”
...
Put simply, charging in empty-handed or fighting recklessly meant taking worse hits.
Of course, everyone understood the chief was holding back because...
Punches always grazed past the ear, sometimes only the wind brushing the face. If they landed fully, even a simple slap could break noses, and a face slap could keep someone out of sight for a month!
Using police gear against Shiraiishi was still “powerless,” but under his deliberate control, the feeling of helplessness was much less.
To give the officers “positive feedback,” Shiraiishi secretly adjusted his strength, easing up when he saw proper posture. Otherwise...
If he smashed a riot shield with a direct elbow strike, it wouldn’t show the usefulness of the gear and techniques.
“Go back to the police academy for retraining! Who showed you how to hold that riot shield?”
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“When holding a long baton with both hands, what should the spacing be? You’re not trying to hold a flashlight here!”
“Who taught you to swing the T-handle backward? Don’t you care about your wrists?”
“Head! Keep your head outside the shield? Are you just waiting to get hammered?”
“Left, left! See my waist? Adjust the shield angle slightly according to the attacker’s stance!”
“Is that how you use the riot fork? I suggest you head straight to Gotanda for practice...”
...
Every time someone stepped forward, Shiraiishi needed only one or two moves—never more than three—to throw them back.
Of course, unlike fighting real enemies, no one was truly incapacitated, but bruises and tumbles were inevitable!
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