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It was now 6 a.m., and I had just woken up after a good night's sleep. I just did my morning Christian prayer for this morning. I then made my bed and wore my lighter clothes for a jog around the block in my Yokohama neighborhood of Hanasakicho, Naka Ward here in Yokohama. The breeze was cool and refreshing thanks to the trees beside the street.
My name is Saito Kurokawa, and I am 27 years old. I was a police officer, and there was one strange aspect about myself: my own Rashomoun. Like, yeah, it was for real. Unlike Akutagawa-san's Rashomoun, which was used for slaughter, fear, and terror, I used mine for law and order and utility purposes, from catching thieves trying to run away with their stolen "treasures" and even defuse a few bombs from exploding.
It sounds strange, but I viewed it as a blessing I always be wise on using it. I was a Christian for 11 years old. The church I attended every Sunday was an Eastern Evangelical Methodist Chapel of Yokohama's Tala University of Yokohama, which also was the university where I got my Criminology degree at age 21.
At 7:10 a.m., I had come back from my morning jog and started making breakfast of Japanese Tamagoyaki and 2 New York-style hotdogs. Also, while the pan was being heated slowly, I lit some incense sticks in front of the portrait of my late father, which had been a member of the Special Division for Gifted Users. He had managed to live long enough to witness my graduation from Tala University of Yokohama and my graduation from the national police academy. I wanted to follow in his footsteps, so I became a member of the Special Division for Gifted Users and filled in the requirements for it.
Now, back to the breakfast, once served my food with steamed rice, I did my Christian prayer and then said, "Itadakimasu". I picked my chopsticks and ate up in a very quiet environment of my home.