9 This Hero Goes to Jail! (1/2)
I've done quite a few things since I came to this world. I started a job at a store, I've begun living with an old lady that I am concerned will cut my throat in my sleep, I've started exercising, and most recently I have gone to jail!
Mom, Dad, are you proud of your son? He's finally experiencing life in all of its joy!
”You'll be staying in here. Don't cause trouble.”
The guard that apprehended me pushed me into a small cell, locked the door behind me, and left. The walls are all stone, there is no window, and there is no place to sleep or sit other than the hard stone floor. The cell is cold and the bars are colder. I hope I don't freeze to death.
”Well, this is it. My life is over.”
I've had a good run. I survived in an isekai world for over 30 hours before I went to jail! I bet I did better than some people have, at least I can be proud of that.
”NO I CAN'T!”
My shout reverberated throughout the jail.
”Shut up!” I heard from another cell.
Oh right, I'm not the only one here. I bet there's murderers and violent people with tattoos and stuff like yakuza here that will kill me if I cause trouble. I should probably stay quiet.
”What do I do…”
I began to contemplate my situation and how I could get out of it. By all accounts, I haven't committed a crime. What should my defense be? ”Sorry officers, but I chased that girl because she stole a store's money! What? Why does her having taken off her cloak matter? No I wasn't forcing her to undress!”
Ah, I'm screwed. I have no idea how the legal system of this world works. Do I have to do a trial by combat? What if they do something like a witch trial where I have to jump off a cliff? Oh god what if they make me show my memories and it shows what I was thinking at that time?
Calm down Kenji, it's going to be alright. Don't panic. If you panic you die and you don't want to die do you?
As I was thinking to myself, I heard the clanking of metal boots on the stone flooring near my cell.
”Prisoner, stand up. You're going to be questioned.”
Ah he's talking to me.
I stood up and put my hands against the wall of my cell. I didn't want to look like I was causing trouble.
”You're coming with us.”
I had handcuffs placed on me and then I was dragged into another room. Inside this room there is a wooden table with a chair on either side. This is most definitely an interrogation room.
”Sit.”
I followed the guards instructions and took a seat at the closest chair.
”Wait.”
Alright, I'll wait.
The guard stood at the door while I sat in the chair. I felt incredibly awkward and nervous. Please Guard-san, I haven't done anything wrong! Can't you tell by how innocent I look?
”Stop staring at me like that. You're freaking me out.”
”Oh, sorry…”
After a few minutes of waiting, a knock came from the door.
”It's Marix. I'm here to question the prisoner.”
The guard opened the door and a tall slender man emerged and sat at the table opposite to me. The man is wearing a cloak with no hood, a maroon undershirt, and is wearing thick glasses. The word ”serious” is the most appropriate term to describe this man.
”My name is Marix. I apologize for making you wait so long. I was not expecting to have to come in to work right now.”
Oh so he's lazy.
Marix pulled out a piece of paper and a pen.
”Well, time to start the questioning. First question: What is your name, occupation, and place of origin?”
”My name is Kenji. I-”
”Full name, please.”
”K-Kenji Fujima. I just started working at a store owned by a man named Biar. I'm from a far away land.”
”What is this land called?”
”You wouldn't know it.
”Tell me what it's called. Now.”
”Japan.”
He began furiously writing on his sheet of paper. I was astounded by his lightning speed.
”I've heard people from Japan are rare and they're almost always troublemakers, it seems like this is true.”
Despite wanting to punch this guy, I heard something amazing. Other people from Japan have been here before and they have a reputation. Do people that get reincarnated here start stealing things because they are left with no other option? I pity them. Hey wait I'm in jail too…
”Second question: What were you doing prior to being apprehended?”
”I was chasing someone.”
More lightning speed writing. Honestly this is fairly entertaining to watch.
”Third question: Why were you chasing this person?”
”They stole from the shop I was working at so I needed to get the money back. I am a model citizen after all!”
”Answer honestly.”
”That bitch stole the money that would be used to pay me. I wanted to catch her and beat her up.”
”A-alright.”
More fast writing but now it seemed a little slowed down. I hope Marix hasn't also formed a bad opinion of me.
”Fourth question: Why did you tell the girl to begin stripping?”
”I DID NOT!”
”Be honest. Were you trying to do adult things to her?”
I hate this man I hate this man I hate this man I hate this man.
”I only told her to take off her cloak because I wanted to see what she looked like! I had no ulterior motives whatsoever! I promise!”