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In comparison, the courthouse was a familiar sight to Akechi, evident in the easy manner he carried himself throughout their entire exchange. He laughed a polite laugh and swept an open palm to the side to gesture for Makoto to enter first. âI could never turn down an invitation from you, Niijima-san. You caught me on a free day but, I would have made time for you even if that wasnât the case.â If a task popped up later anyway, he would have to come to the courthouse regardless; the decision was a simple matter of a hypothetical two birds one stone.Â
It was clear that the younger Niijima was similarly interested in law and order; to come and observe a trial in her free time was true to her studious nature. They made idle conversation while crossing over the tile floors of the courthouse, making their way over to a court clerkâs office for a roster of possible cases to sit in for the day.Â
âI have to say,â He interjected. âIâm surprised you didnât ask Sae-san to come with you instead. A prosecutorâs much more valuable than a rookie detective for trials. Should I assume that you didnât mention this little trip to her either?â












