A Complete Guide to Saving the Police Academy Crew

[Mazda tries an unconventional route to save the police academy squad]

[Cheerful everyday life of a 22-year-old and a 16-year-old attending Tokyo Jujutsu High together]

[A strange team-up: a curse user goes undercover at the distillery to save the world]

Kenji Hagiwara was an exceptionally special person to Jinpei Matsuda. After all, nearly twenty of the first twenty-two years of his life had been spent with Hagi.

Jinpei Matsuda naturally assumed that the two of them would spend the rest of their lives bickering and fooling around like this. He had never imagined that one day he would lose his friend.

But that's how the accident happened: Kenji Hagiwara's life abruptly ended at the age of twenty-two, just after they graduated from the police academy.

The moment the bomb exploded, Jinpei Matsuda felt that a part of him had been taken away too, leaving his soul incomplete.

[How can I keep you here?]

An immense surge of negative emotions poured out in an instant, luring a newly born, not-yet-hatched cursed womb.

[What would you give to bring him back to life?]

Jinpei Matsuda thought he heard someone whisper in his ear.

[What would I give...?]

I'll give you the happiness of my first twenty-two years, and all the joy that might come my way for the rest of my life.

I'll give you my body, and my soul, tormented by pain.

I'll give you everything I have, so...

[Don't leave me, Hagi.]

[Someone, anyone, save him.]

A kite with its string cut, shattered glass, blazing fireworks: Jinpei Matsuda's original soul was violently torn apart.

But what remained, withered and broken, seemed to hear the voice of a god in the radiant sunlight. The voice said, "All right. I accept."

The deal is made. The binding is established.

[I traded my own madness to bring him back to life.]

[As payment, you will drown in the darkness.]

Sorcerer, curse user, criminal: all these titles, once entirely unrelated to Jinpei Matsuda, now landed on his shoulders.

And now little Jinpei, who's been thriving on the dark web, is...

"Hey, Mahito! Don't just attack people whenever you feel like it!"

"Hey, Mahito! Souls aren't modeling clay!"

"Hey, Mahito..."

Kanata, the Black Organization's whiskey who was struggling to survive inside the distillery, was at her wits' end. What was all this nonsense about gods and curses?

This brat was just a little bastard!

Born from humanity's hatred and fear of humanity, Mahito should have been pure evil. But when he was born, he was hit by a tremendous surge of cursed energy. The technique of the newly born sorcerer Jinpei Matsuda transformed him into a new species, neither curse nor human.

Mahito gained human emotions, but still retained all the abilities of a cursed spirit.

And somehow, in the explosion, he bundled Kenji Hagiwara's soul up and stuffed it into his own cursed womb, where he raised it.

Though it was an awkward, unnatural kind of incarnation, "It's pretty interesting, isn't it?"

Mahito, currently shaped to look like Jinpei Matsuda, tilted his head toward Bourbon, who had knocked on the door. "Hello, I'm Kanata Mahito, Black Organization whiskey."

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

[Take a look here]

1. No CP. Ship whoever you want.

2. Mahito's background has been completely rewritten. You can think of him as a different cursed spirit.

3. The distillery's ending is complicated. The good guys win, but none of the main Black Organization characters die.

(I'll add the rest if I think of anything.)

[Blurb published: 2022.5.12]

[Here's the blurb for my no-CP Detective Conan story next door]

[The school days of a chaotic neutral real whiskey] The protagonist is genuine whiskey who doesn't defect at the end, but the police academy squad gets a fix-it.

In Shou Guang Zhi Bai's mind, his father was that gentleman, his mother was Vermouth, and his big brother was Gin. Together they made up a happy family.

Although people sometimes fought at the place they lived (the Organization), the family atmosphere was very warm! (Those fights were actually large-scale armed combat.)

But on the first day after Shou Guang Zhi Bai, raised in the Organization and black to the core, turned eighteen and got his code name, the gentleman told him to go to the police academy.

Shou Guang: I already graduated from CIT and came back to Japan to find work... You want me to go undercover?

Shou Guang: But I'm a researcher, sir. I graduated in computational and neural systems! (Reaches out in desperation)

Shou Guang: And why, exactly, is my code name Red-Side Whiskey when I'm black to the core?

Wouldn't Black-Side Whiskey be a better name? Black, gold, or blue would all be better than red!

As soon as Shou Guang stepped through the police academy gates, a damaged System attached itself to him, opening the door to a new world!

Shou Guang: The manga Detective Conan? Then I must be Detective Shou Guang!

(System: No, maybe, just maybe, you're just a filler character in this world, and you don't even appear in this manga, my dear little Shou Guang.)

Shou Guang: My classmates will join my warm, loving family? Great, let's all do it together! Let's get our distillery whiskey squad going, with expenses paid!

(System: Dear, your "family" already has enough fake alcohol in it. You can't add any more new family members!)

Shou Guang: If I'm not in the plot, then I must be everywhere at once!

(System: Uh... what?! What kind of bizarre logic is that?!)

And so, the System, whose full-time job was making snarky comments (System: I'm a perfectly respectable livestreaming app!), and Shou Guang Zhibai, whose full-time job was causing trouble (Shou Guang: I was looking for fun!), hit it off and began enjoying their happy life at the police academy.

As a result, in the first year of Conan, the distillery ended up with a huge whiskey team.

They spent their days playing around with the whiskey squad leader, obsessed with making fireworks, and put on one dazzling fireworks show after another for the people of Japan (System: Those aren't fireworks, they're bombs! Show some respect for the eight bombs that appear in every movie, will you?!).

The whiskey squad leader, who declined to give his name: No, if the bombs don't hurt anyone, then they're fireworks.

"Another lovely day in Japan," the passersby said, watching the fireworks bloom in the sky.

Theme: Every gift fate gives you already has its price secretly marked, but I'll take mine for free