The train stopped, snow chunks splashed onto the wheels, sizzling and smoking.
Toot—toot—
The whistle blew, and people jumped off the train cheering, with Inakawa Association members and criminal police from the search division celebrating together, a rare sight. Hotta Hidego and Kinosaki Shoujin leaned against the window, lit a cigarette, and watched their subordinates rush into the snow, tossing the half-dead Fushimi Roku high into the air.
"One, two, three! Hurrah!"
Fushimi Roku grimaced in pain and cursed a bunch of lunatics. Who treats the injured like this? Seeing he still had the energy to curse, they tossed him up again, having a great time.
Minamoto Tamako jogged over to the side of the train switch, checking Sakurako from top to bottom to make sure she wasn't injured, then sighed heavily in relief and hugged Sakurako tightly.
Passengers from another train also got off and gathered around them, clapping earnestly in thanks.
"Amazing, little sister!"
