Disclaimer: Detective Conan is not mine. This fanfic is a translation.
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"Arrest techniques are skills developed for restraining and apprehending suspects or criminals caught in the act, based on traditional Japanese martial arts!"
"The effective target areas are the chin, shoulders, torso, and the opponent's guarded hands! As for attack methods: thrusts, kicks, joint locks, throws, chokes, grapples, batons, police staffs, handcuffs. Anything goes!"
With swift movement, Ritsu used the force of his body to knock his cooperating trainee partner to the ground. He mounted the trainee's abdomen and clamped his legs tightly around the opponent's torso, successfully restraining him.
Under normal circumstances, the next step would be to apply a cross choke or another grappling technique.
But since this was merely training rather than a true combat simulation, there was no need to go that far.
"The essence of arrest techniques is not only protecting yourself but also subduing the other party without seriously injuring them! Ritsu did very well, everyone should learn from him!"
Onizuka stood with his hands on his hips, looking at the trainees dressed in protective gear.
"Next, we'll begin ring matches! Date, you're up first! Your opponent is Yoshida!"
"Yes, sir!"
When Yoshida heard that Date would be his opponent, all motivation instantly vanished. At this point, he could only hope the class leader wouldn't go too hard on him.
After putting on a head mask and picking up a white plastic training baton, the two stepped forward to begin their arrest technique duel.
At first, their cautious probing made it look like an even fight.
But soon, Date seized an opening and swung his baton fiercely. Yoshida staggered backward, unable to react before a left-side kick struck him. He collapsed onto the ground.
If not for the protective gear, his waist might have been completely wrecked.
"Ugh… Class rep, you're way too strong," Yoshida sighed after losing. Sitting down in the rest area, he removed his mask and shook his head.
Hagiwara chuckled nearby.
"Honestly, when Wataru attacked you, I thought your mask was going to shatter. What a shame~"
"A shame? Hey! What are you talking about, Hagiwara?!"
Soon after, Hagiwara and Jinpei both lost as well.
Sure enough, neither of them could beat Date in this area.
Sitting gloomily in the losers' area, Jinpei glared with half-lidded eyes once Morofushi joined them.
"Damn it! If this were just a straight-up fistfight, I definitely wouldn't lose!"
"Hmph. If it were a contest of picking up girls or driving, I wouldn't lose either," Hagiwara added.
Hearing them, Morofushi cautiously pointed toward Date.
"But… Date already has a girlfriend."
"Tch. I just don't feel like dating," Jinpei grumbled, resting his chin in his hand.
"Next! Sasajima!"
"Yes, sir!"
When they heard Ritsu was up next, Jinpei immediately perked up.
"Hehehe, Class rep's winning streak is finally about to end! Sasajima! Punish that monopoly of victories! Don't lose to someone living the sweet relationship life!!"
Hagiwara wiped imaginary sweat from his forehead.
"So that's what you're actually upset about…"
Putting on his mask, Ritsu helplessly waved at Jinpei.
Although he wasn't completely confident he could win, he would certainly give it his all.
"Date-cho, please guide me."
"Hah. Shouldn't I be the one saying that? Show me what you've got, Ritsu."
"Both sides ready? Begin!"
The moment Instructor Onizuka blew the whistle, Ritsu quickly created distance before suddenly charging forward and entangling with Date.
Their training batons moved so quickly they almost resembled katana, dazzling the eyes as if blades were clashing in midair.
"Whoa, this is what a real showdown looks like!" Jinpei grinned mischievously. "Kenji, wanna bet on who wins?"
"I bet a yakisoba bread from the convenience store that Sasajima wins!"
"You're so sly…" Hagiwara sighed. "Fine, I'll bet a pineapple bun that the class rep wins."
Normally, Ritsu should win. In previous practical training sessions, he had always ranked first.
But sometimes situations change.
After noticing something unusual about Date, Ritsu deliberately slowed his movements. He even avoided attacking Date's right side entirely, so as not to worsen the strain on his right knee.
Instinctively targeting an opponent's weak point was Ritsu's habit.
When he realized his baton was about to strike Date's injured knee, he deliberately shifted his body and missed, forcing himself into what looked like a mistake.
Date immediately noticed the opening and struck Ritsu's exposed head.
Jinpei, who had already been preparing to celebrate winning his pineapple bun, stared in shock.
"Huh, what?! How did that happen?!"
"Haha! Yakisoba bread secured!"
"Ritsu?!"
Sitting nearby while waiting his turn, Rei frowned.
He had noticed Ritsu's strange attack pattern earlier. After several attacks that deliberately avoided the right side, Rei realized that Date had injured his right knee during the earlier match.
'So that's what it was…'
'Rare for you to hold back like this.'
'You couldn't bring yourself to strike because your teammate was injured, could you?'
Looking at Ritsu sitting on the ground, Date suddenly recalled the image of his father kneeling and begging for mercy.
With a displeased expression, he said,
"Even though the goal is to subdue someone without harming them, that's only after you're capable of doing so."
"I'm disappointed in you, Ritsu."
Removing his headgear, Date frowned and demanded,
"Why didn't you attack my knee? Why didn't you even attack my right side? That last strike could've landed, why did you deliberately miss? If this were a real situation, you'd be seriously injured, and the suspect would escape because of your hesitation!"
"Date-cho."
Thinking about how his father had been beaten so badly that he could never work as a detective again, Date clenched his fists.
"If criminals see your weakness, they'll press the advantage step by step. And what awaits you is the same miserable outcome my dad had."
"If you're not stronger than everyone else, you can't uphold justice!"
It was the first time they had heard Date talk about his father.
It seemed the class rep carried some resentment toward him.
What he said did make sense. If something like that happened in real life, Ritsu's hesitation might lead to even greater tragedy.
But Ritsu simply couldn't bring himself to deliberately attack someone's weakness in a match like this.
Winning that way wouldn't feel honorable.
Ritsu also preferred opponents who fought at their full strength, but an injured Date obviously couldn't fight at one hundred percent.
That was why Ritsu had chosen to hold back.
Noticing Ritsu still sitting on the ground, even forgetting to remove his protective gear, Date raised an eyebrow.
"What? You think I'm wrong?"
Hearing those words from the class rep's mouth felt oddly ironic.
Supporting himself with one hand, Ritsu stood up easily and shook his head.
"No… but I'll stick to my principles. Once your knee heals, I'll fight you with everything I've got."
"…."
Date pressed his lips together as if he wanted to say something but didn't. Instead, he turned away and limped to the side before sitting down.
Looking at Instructor Onizuka, he said,
"Let's call it a draw. My knee hurts a bit."
"Alright! Next match! Furuya versus Aikawa!"
"Yes, sir!"
Back in the losers' section, Morofushi patted Ritsu on the shoulder.
"Ritsu, the class rep didn't mean it like that. Don't take it to heart."
"It's fine. I understand his point… Holding back wasn't the right thing to do."
Jinpei suddenly leaned his head forward and joked in his usual blunt way.
"Calling that holding back? That was practically an entire ocean!"
"Oh? Jinpei, are you actually trying to lighten the mood and comfort little Sasajima?" Hagiwara teased, turning to Morofushi. "Hiro, did the sun rise in the west this morning?"
"Kenji! Shut up!"
"Hahahahaha—"
Watching the losers' section joking and fooling around, Instructor Onizuka roared,
"Matsuda! Hagiwara! You two go stand outside as punishment!!!"
"…Yes, sir."
The two shot each other looks that clearly said this is your fault we're being punished, then angrily marched to the doorway and stood there.
One on the left, one on the right, both refusing to acknowledge the other.
They looked exactly like two guard dogs being disciplined by their owner.
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