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Haven’t seen his content in a while 😭🫶🫶🫶🫶

Psycho-Pass

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Lovely sign, I will start right away as it is a sin to keep baby ginochan waiting

This is your sign to (re)watch Psycho-Pass.

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I am filling my house with snake plants now

Why is ginochan so cute

Psycho-Box 5th anniversary

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Someone fund my ginochan deficiency pls 😭😭😭😭😭

Nobuchika Ginoza

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Even if the lines were not too different reading it and going thru it again, it’s still so impactful!!!! Thank you for doing this!!!!!!!

(We need to protect baby ginochan omg I’m gonna cry)

Could have the scene translated with ginochan and pops? Both the balcony talk and before pops passed away, I wanted to know if something was said differently or anything. Thanks!

Hi sure! Between Gino and Pops, there is not much that is said differently; there is a small scene where Gino is thinking about his past with his father. I'll leave all three scenes here. From PP Volume 2.

Translations under the cut!

Balcony Scene:

The rooftop of the Public Security Bureau headquarters building was like an observation deck. The sky, which usually appeared narrow due to the surrounding buildings, seemed vaster here.

Masaoka and Ginoza, who had kept their distance from the other employees and cleaning drones resting on the bench, stood leaning against the windscreen and the rooftop railing.

“You called me, I wonder if it’s going to snow tomorrow…”

Masaoka said that and laughed.

“The probability of precipitation tomorrow is 0% during the morning and afternoon.” Ginoza answered without smiling.

“It’s an old metaphor. So, what’s going on?”

“During the counselling...”

“Huh?”

Ginoza hesitated as he tried to speak. ──What are you going to do now that you showed your weakness to Masaoka?

“Nevermind. I have a few questions about Inspector Tsunemori.”

In the end, Ginoza changed the subject of the story.

“What’s wrong with the young miss?”

“Why doesn’t her Hue darken? What kind of stress care is she receiving?”

“Are you asking me that..?”

“You’re closer to her than I am.”

“I don’t know. Young miss is young miss and I am me.”

The shadows blurred and stretched out, and the twilight gradually deepened. The setting sun quietly dyed the rooftop red. Ginoza sometimes wondered if even that sun was a hologram.

“One thing is certain; the young lady is not afraid of her Crime Coefficient at all.” Masaoka said.

“I am always surrounded by people like that…!” Ginoza said harshly, his long eyelashes fluttering. “Inspector Tsunemori, Kogami…… and even you.”

Ginoza uttered the last part in a whisper.

“Even though Kou and I are like this, maybe that girl is okay?”

“Why do you think so?”

“She forgives, acknowledges, and accepts the world. And she’s not afraid to cross dangerous bridges. She believes in the meaning and value of the job of a detective without questioning it. The only thing she can’t do is ignore the Sibyl System.”

“…You’re saying it was different in your case?”

“Me? Hmm, well…” Masaoka’s eyes narrowed as if he was looking into the distance.

“It was the same until a certain point. When I see that girl, I miss my old self. I think I used to believe in justice and all that like her. But then one day, something suspicious called the Sibyl System suddenly appeared, and the world changed completely. I was given a talking gun, and I was ordered to shoot and capture people or kill them as it instructed. That was…It wasn’t the detective work I believed in. Evidence collection and trials disappeared, and machines judged people's sins." Masaoka sighed as he scratched his head.

“…What if I said no. I kept saying no, but I was still a detective. It’s the same today. Even at this age, I can’t imagine that I might have had a different life.”

Ginoza flashed a cold smile at his father, Masoka, a potential criminal.

“You denied Sibyl, and Sibyl denied you. A new order was born. In a world of chaos that was on the verge of destruction, this country rose again.”

“Yeah. Maybe I was wrong in the end. The current era is definitely much more peaceful and prosperous than when I was young. When I acknowledged that and gave up, thinking didn’t matter anymore, my Crime Coefficient stabilized. I was finally able to compromise with the world. So, what about you? Are you maintaining your clear Psycho Pass?”

“That's none of your business.”

“It’s pretty hard to advance in the career of an Inspector, right? That's the standard.”

“There’s no need to worry. Are you trying to act like a father again?”

“What’s wrong with a subordinate caring about a superior who’s about to get promoted?”

“…”

“It’s just like I said earlier. If you have any doubts about the System, if you have any suspicions about something, be careful. There might be a trap just like the one I fell into waiting for you beyond that.”

Ginoza turned his eyes away from Masaoka. It was the same as Akane. Ginoza was always the one who couldn’t stand it.

After Kogami's Escape:

(Kasei wants Div 3 to hunt down Kogami and asks DIv 1 to pursue Makishima. Gino puts his foot down and insists that Div 1 will catch him, because he's afraid that Div 3 will shoot and kill Kogami. Chief overrules this. Before this, Gino's CC goes up dangerously after Kogami leaves.)

After meeting with Chief Kasei, Ginoza took the elevator back to the criminal investigation department floor. Masaoka was waiting in the elevator hall.

“So, how did it go?”

“…There is no change in our mission. Division 1 will continue to be in charge of tracking Kogami Shinya and Makishima Shogo. This is a direct order from the Chief.”

“Don’t lie, Nobuchika. I told you to rest, didn't I?”

“…”

His lie was so quickly figured out. Ginoza groaned.

“You, and Young Miss, must not get involved with those guys anymore.”

“It has to be Division 1!” Ginoza shouted.

“We can handle the situation flexibly! We could have recommended surrender before shooting Kogami…”

“Nobuchika. Since when have you been so withdrawn?”

“──!”

Masaoka's sympathetic voice and gaze grated on Ginoza's nerves.

"Even if Kogami surrenders, he'll be sent to the facility and killed. If we're going to track down Kogami Shinya, we have no choice but to risk our lives and deal with him. In that case, we should leave it to Division 3…."

"How can we put it off as someone else's business?!"Ginoza grabbed Masaoka by the collar and pushed him against the wall angrily.

"It's obvious! You knew all along and let it happen! You didn't even stop Kogami from leaving! You just stood by and watched! That bastard will kill Makishima!"

"…"

Masaoka didn't deny it. Ginoza's face twisted in anger.

"That is a proper breach of trust, no, it is criminal assistance. No matter how much you talk, you can’t fool the Dominator. Should I measure your CC right now? …Damn it!”

Ginoza took his hand off Masaoka and slammed the wall.

“You and that guy, you both left me behind! You both want to be apostles of justice that much?!’

"It's not justice. It's an obsession." Masaoka cut him off.

“It’s like a ball rolling down a slope. Even though I know there are smarter ways to live, I just can’t accept that. When you turn your back on it, everything you’ve built up becomes a lie. There comes a time when that happens.”

Masaoka let out a sigh as if catching his breath and continued.

“If Kogami had come all this way and been a quiet guy, he wouldn’t have become an Enforcer in the first place. He made a choice that he risked his whole life for, so who can stop him?”

“That’s…the arrogance of you Enforcers?”

“It’s not because I am an Enforcer. It’s because I have a man’s pride.”

“That’s an old saying. Then I have my own arrogance. I’ll definitely stop that idiot Kogami with my own hands. No matter what anyone says.”

After spitting that out, Ginoza turned his back on Masaoka.

Gino's Memory:

When Ginoza Nobuchika was young...

I was once taken to a wasteland by my father, a detective. I was strictly warned not to approach because it was dangerous, so why did my father and I go together── I don’t remember the details well.

“It’s going to get a little dangerous, so let’s evacuate to a safe house. It’s okay. It’s only for one day, so there won’t be any problems.”

──My father said something like that. I have a vague memory of it.

In an unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar place, my father showed me a pistol. Since there were no other ‘toys’ that a child would like, he seemed to have ‘no choice’ but to show me.

An old weapon that uses gunpowder──.

“It’s a secret.”

My father smiled bitterly as he said that. At that time, Nobuchika was proud that he could share a secret with his father. ──Now that I think about it, I’m not even sure if that really happened or not.

Still, it was a special day.

***

That's about it! If you guys have any other requests, my ask box is always open! 😘

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Thank you for hearing my request omg lol

As time passes my madness for ginochan only increases 😭🫶🫶🫶

Psycho Pass Providence Shitposting: Ginoza Edition

Sup. Since @blackshadow2084 requested one for Gino, I'm here to deliver. Get your man, Ginoza fans. (@latentillusion) Some KouGino and SuGino as well. Idk if these are a hit or miss, I have a soft spot for Gino, so I didn't crack many jokes at his expense.

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Another pp event that I won’t get to see 😭

I had premonition about this one yall

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For real man, he back more beautiful, sassier and stronger (bonus ginochan in vest 🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐)

↳Enforcer Ginoza Nobuchika || Psycho-Pass 02x01

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I miss ginochan everyday 😭

PSYCHO-PASS 3×THEキャラCAFÉ

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Honestly I loved s2 too!!!!! I don’t get why ppl don’t like it but it doesn’t matter to me as I can love pp for haters share too 🫡🫡

(Tho the second image is from pp movies and not s2)

season 2 may be hated but season 2 gino will never be hated like look at this man 🙏🙏

also this may be an unpopular opinion but i acc loved season 2 and the rest of the seasons of psycho pass .. maybe that’s just cuz i love literally anything that’s psycho pass related tho !!

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I think at some point he realizes something’s very wrong with this system and that’s why he proceeds to assist tsunemori. He has faith that she is one the most righteous ppl in the whole series

man. the way the sibyl system has taken everything from ginoza and yet he remains devout to it because he rationalizes it as a fault with the individual (his father choosing his job over his family, kougami's obsession with makishima, ginoza's own inability to see things in positive light the way tsunemori does) as opposed to a fault with the system that dehumanizes and destroys the lives of people deemed undesirable. baby boy please you need to borrow some of kougami's banned books sometimes

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I cry everytime I watch this episode 😭😭

the look on ginoza's face when _ dies gets me every time 😭

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Ginochan 🛐🫶

２期座恋しい

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I really want to visit one 😭😭

Went to Noitamina cafe with my BFF for the current PSYCHO-PASS collab, we had a very fun time~

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Ginochannn so cuteeeeeeeeee (if only I had the money to pay for the shipping prices 😭😭😭)

Psycho-pass Chimi-chara chain collection items

Hi everyone!

I'm selling some PP merchandising, the cute chimi-chara chain collections below. If you're interested, message me for the link of my Ebay page.

I ship everywhere! And you can buy just one or all of them. You won't find them in the official stores because they are from past collections now unavailable.

The good old Division 1 (except Masaoka, that I didn't find back then)

Kou and Gino from Inspector Kougami Shinya

Kougami and Akane Tanabata's version, very cute!

Akane Birthday's version, with a nice postcard

Kagari Shusei Birthday's version

Enforcer Kougami, Spinel version.

And last but not least, Misturu Sasayama!

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Psycho-pass Movie Novel Chapter 6 Complete

Note before reading: sentences in italics represent the character’s thoughts; sentences between square bracket are phone conversations or the voice of dominators or other electronic devices.

1

“...so, the mission was a failure. And you say that the Japanese agent Tsunemori is missing?”

“Yes. She even acted as if she was helping the guerrillas. She completely overstepped her bounds.”

Standing in front of Chairman Hang’s desk in the office of his official residence in Shambala Float, Nicholas gave the report on the failed operation.

“Be that as it may, she was a foreign guest who was completely in your custody. It is a matter of responsibility,” Hang said coldly.

“But...!”

“I’m joking.”

A joke? He couldn’t really laugh. Nicholas was seething with anger, but he didn’t show it.

Hang continued.

“The Japanese government understands the current state of this country. They wouldn’t have sent her alone so easily if she was a person whose death was problematic for them.”

“...it’s a really unfortunate outcome.”

“If anything, Colonel, you should prepare yourself for even bigger trouble.”

“Hm?”

“It is possible that she was sent here precisely because she is the type of person who would not be expected to die in these conditions, I look forward to reading the next report.”

Though puzzled by the Chairman’s meaningful words, after a silent salute Nicholas left the office.

— What is the Chairman thinking?

Nicholas pondered as he walked down the corridor of the official residence. Lately, he had found himself understanding Hang’s thoughts less and less.  Despite being a puppet of the Japanese government, the Chairman had insinuating manners and the number of actions that even the National Military Police couldn’t keep track of were increasing.

MYSTERIOUS CARGOS COMING REGULARLY FROM JAPAN[1]

(If I make any more mistakes...!)

Chairman Hang might even leave me out.

Nicholas Wong, the country’s most effective strategist. — However, knowing too much about the secrets of Shambala Float is a double-edged sword. When the Sibyl System is fully operational, I can’t rule out the possibility that I’ll be left out. Even Sem, that excellent soldier, had been discharged simply because of an injury he received during a military operation. This was the perfect pretext to do so, as he was inclined to doubt the government’s actions. Sem, who could not even receive medical treatment and was thrown away like rubbish, is now the leader of the anti-government guerrillas.

... I have the feeling that the government and the National Military Police have repeatedly made serious errors of judgement in recent years.

— What can I do?  Even if I have to clean up for a puppet, it’s my own important job. 

(What about using that man?)

He’s expensive, but I have no choice.

If all goes well, I may be able to sweep the guerrilla away on the way.

2

— The calm surface of the sea reflecting the subtropical sunlight and the subtle sound of the waves. A single islet floating in the Nansha Archipelago[2]. There, an inappropriately rustic pier had been built on a white sandy beach that seemed to glitter. A heavily armed high-speed boat was moored at the pier.

On a small hill several hundred metres inland, a colony of Livistonas[3] grew densely. A Provencal-style villa stood there, cutting through part of the palm trees. It looked like a holiday home in an aristocratic colony. A mercenary corps had built a large resort on this island. The countries around the world that hadn’t imported the Sibyl System had essentially fallen into ruin, but their piece of land was the only one that was different. A paradise for the mercenary aristocracy, protected by weapons half a century old — the latest “at the time”. All over the island, young men and women from the southern lands, taken by force, had been forced to work.

A man was relaxing on the open deck of the villa, in a spot reached by the shade of the trees. Sitting comfortably in an armchair, his long legs crossed, he was reading a French book, tasting it bit by bit.

“Peau noire, Masques blancs”

He was a muscular black man with an intellectual look. His right arm and left leg were prostheses made of a special alloy. As he read, he occasionally tasted bourbon whisky, holding it in his mouth.

His name was Desmond Rutaganda.

The king of this island. Rutaganda, the king of the mercenaries.           

His portable terminal flashed as he received a call.

“...mm?”

He closed the book and started the voice call.

Through a hologram, the face of Nicholas Wong, a profitable customer, was cast from the portable terminal. 

[I have an urgent job I’d like to ask you to do. You will be generously rewarded, of course.]

“That would be welcome. Everyone here has too much time on their hands.”

Rutaganda stood up. He took off his reading glasses and placed them on the table. From the open deck he could see the beach. A beautiful beach — however, looking closely at it, one could see the targets lined up for shooting practice. A few slaves who had behaved defiantly had been tied to wooden posts in the ground as a warning. After being tied down so that they couldn’t move, they were aimed at parts of the body that were unlikely to kill if hit, such as the abdomen and legs, and filled with bullets. The slaves, who had been shot for several hours or days, were in great pain. Illuminated and dried by the sun, they would have become shrivelled corpses exposed to the sea breeze.

[There are two Japanese among the guerrillas who have set up their headquarters near the ancient ruins. A man who joined this group and an inspector who came from Tokyo to arrest him. These two... I want you to take care of them.]

“The guerrilla is one thing, but an inspector too? An agent of the Japanese government, right?”

[She might stick her nose into our business in the future. She’s a hindrance.]

“Good grief! Ever since you got involved with the Sibyl, you’ve only been giving us annoying requests.”

[Thanks to the Sibyl, we got our hands on the paradise called Shambala.  If you want, you can live a civilised life here. How long are you going to play savages on that little island?]

“At the level of individuals, violence is a cleansing force. It frees the native from his inferiority complex and from his despair and inaction; it makes him fearless and restores his self-respect.”[4]

[...what?]

“You don’t know Frantz Fanon?”

Rutaganda smiled.

Nicholas with a rather offended face, [We are investigating the exact whereabouts of the targets. As soon as we find them...]

“Don’t worry about it. Mercenaries have a unique intelligence network. Most information can be bought with money and valuables. Of course, I will have to charge you separately for the necessary expenses.”

[...]

“I will need landing permits for the military aircraft and IFF identification codes...”

3

As they moved, Kougami lent Tsunemori his shirt. Since Tsunemori was wearing the PSB fighting uniform, the logo had to be hidden. He couldn’t bring a person who openly identified herself as a government official into a base held by the organised resistance, and since they had gotten wet running from the Ganesha, the shirt could also warm her body.   

Ancient temples, completely forgotten, located where the forest gave way to the countryside. The guerrilla base camp, the organisation of the resistance structure, had been built on the ruins of the once flourishing capital. Old people and children lived there, then soldiers.

Kougami stopped the military jeep at the entrance to the ruins. A few local men, old rifles at the ready, approached. One of them, who appeared to be the leader, spoke to him.

“Kougami, who is she?”

“It’s hard to explain... but she’s not an enemy. She’s a guest of mine, Sem.”

The man named Sem was dragging his leg slightly due to some kind of injury. There was also a scar on his head.

“…ah”

Tsunemori hadn’t been able to greet him immediately. She’d been overwhelmed by the strange atmosphere he was in. That didn’t mean that he was a frightening person. Despite the bloodshed he’d experienced, his honest gaze radiated a dignity that hadn’t lost its humanity.

“Did Kougami also show you the way? Then we are comrades.”

The smile and Sem’s outstretched hand finally allowed Tsunemori to greet him with a bow. Despite her confusion, she accepted the handshake. 

“I am Sem. I am the leader here.”

“I am Tsunemori Akane. Nice to meet you.”

Tsunemori was still unsure how much she could trust the guerrilla.

The group of ancient ruins appeared tangled with ivy and invaded by wires, on the verge of being swallowed up by the forest. A harmonious sight of vegetation full of life force and gigantic stones burnt and discoloured by the sun. On the other hand, it seemed to be effective in deceiving the government forces. Because of the topography, even bombing didn’t seem to work. The ruins were located in the middle of small mountains with several caves that also served as shelters. In the largest of the old temples there was a great number of barracks and tents. Women and children lived there. The women’s duty wasn’t just to cook and wash, those who seemed to have quick reflexes had joined the men in picking up weapons. The men lived in the soldiers’ quarters nearest the forest. Most of the men worked hard at military training in the open air.

This was the rebel base where Kougami and Tsunemori walked side by side. At that moment, the inhabitants of the base made a gesture as if they were worshipping Kougami. — This is gratitude. Kougami Shinya had gained respect in that base. In the few years that Tsunemori had been fighting crime in Japan, he must have brought these rebels many small victories.

Tsunemori had become incredibly sad. She didn’t want to believe that Kougami’s decision had been right.

A structure that looked like something between a prefabricated house and a tent was Kougami’s place. The leaders of the rebel forces seemed to be gathered on the second floor of the perfect wooden structure. The two of them were alone in Kougami’s room. There was a strange tension. Kougami prepared Java tea for two and sat down in front of her, the table separating them.

“…Is Gino doing well?”

“After that he became an enforcer.”

“I see...”

A look of slight regret appeared on Kougami’s face.

“Is there a new inspector instead of Gino?”

“Yes. She’s not a bad person, but... she looks at latent criminals with too much hostility, and that causes problems in the investigation.”

“Looks pretty tough.”

“Not as tough as your situation, Kougami-san. What are you doing in a place like this?”

“At first, I was looking for a quiet place. I was tired, you see”, Kougami had a distant look on his face as he said this.

“But when I left the Sibyl System, I found that there weren’t any quiet places left. Everywhere in the world was a battlefield. I thought I had trained myself, but I realised how naive I had been. I learned to survive again.”

“But why did you join the guerrillas?”

“Soon after I came to this country, Han’s arbitrary policy and the use of drones to hunt down guerrillas began. It was too much...”

Tsunemori thought back to the battle of the National Military Police led by Nicholas and the battle of the drones to defend the borders.

“So, I decided to teach the resistance forces how to fight them back. The drones are all made in Japan. I know their weak points and the best ways to defeat them.

“What will change in such a way?”

“We may look like this now, but in the beginning, we saw the possibility of winning through perseverance...”

Lighting a cigarette, Kougami continued.

“He may call himself Chairman now, but Han is really just the leader of a military clan. He joined forces with Sibyl to gain an advantage over his rivals. He didn’t want the paradise of Shambala Float. He was only interested in the military drone units he would acquire on the pretext of defending it. That was all he had in mind,” Kougami puffed out a cloud of tobacco smoke with a melancholy look on his face.

“As a result, Han’s power overwhelmed the other military clans and his men became the strongest armed group, but that should have been the end of him. In a sense, the Sibyl System is the ultimate bureaucracy. It would be anathema to a dictator. Once he got to the point where he could rule, he would be completely controlled by the system and rendered powerless. It was only a matter of time before Han found out how terrifying Sibyl could be, and we thought that once he realised that, Shambala Float would kick him out before he could finish building it. That’s what we thought a year ago.”

“But... the outcome was different.”

“Yeah. Han has quietly handed over the real power to Sibyl, and a Japanese-style paradise has been created over the sea... And now armed drones are still running around mercilessly killing the opposition forces.”

“...”

“Maybe there is a back story between Han and Sibyl that goes beyond our imagination. I can’t give up until I find out what it is. Although it’s getting harder lately, you know.”

Despite this pessimism, Kougami’s expression was one of unwavering and strong fighting spirit.

“This... is your justice, Kougami-san. Is it? Without relying on the law, you continue to fight with your selfish stubbornness, involving a multitude of people.”　

“You’ve learned how to talk, uh?”

“You haven’t changed at all. Uh, I’m relieved.”

“...?”

At the serious tone of his voice, Tsunemori softened her expression. Kougami looked doubtful.

“Do you really have nothing to do with the terrorists who came to Japan?”

“Sure, there were some who said that we should take revenge on Japan, the place where Sibyl has its roots. Both Sem and I were against it, so they left that camp... They weren’t a bunch who could work out the way to cross the ocean on their own.”

Tsunemori showed Kougami the faces of Samurin and the others on the holo display of her portable terminal.

Kougami nodded, “No mistake. Samurin, Maa, Nook, Muse, Soban, Simu... It’s them. Are they all dead?”

“The man called Maa is the only one who survived.”

“They wasted their lives...”

Kougami said, looking sincerely sorry.

Tsunemori’s face darkened. She couldn’t tell Kougami how miserable Samurin’s end had been. She was eager to continue the conversation.

“...They even made arrangements to get advanced cracking equipment getting in touch with the receivers of the abandoned blocks. Isn’t that strange?”

“Sure. My guess is that there must have been someone who helped them.”

Both Kougami and Tsunemori fell silent, absorbed in their own thoughts, and after a while, “...somehow it looks like we’re both in a deeper quagmire than we thought.”

Kougami spoke.

“Stay here tonight. At daybreak, I’ll have someone take you to Shambala Float. If you behave yourself, you won’t be harmed.”

“Would it be useless to ask you to come with me voluntarily?”

“Please don’t tell Sem you’re a detective. If they find out you’re a government agent, even they won’t be able to keep their mouths shut.”

4

The large base of the Resistance forces used a group of ancient ruins. In the darkness of the night, a figure swam in the great river that surrounded it. Swimming at night makes it difficult to get a sense of distance, and amateurs are prone to drowning. However, “she” was far from such foolishness.

Desmond’s group of mercenaries, outlaw spies hired by Nicholas Wong.

Yulia Hanchikova, a member of the mercenary group, was swimming towards the Resistance base.

A woman from old Russia with short hair, her body surrounded by water. The well-trained, tall body was wrapped in a stealth suit, difficult to detect by any sensor. The face was also camouflaged with stealth paint.

The suit clung to her body, thin but highly resistant to bullets.

Rutaganda preferred to conduct military operations with a small number of elite soldiers.

Yulia, Weber, Babangida, Bun and the leader Rutaganda. A team of five in total.

“…”

Yulia was one step ahead as a reconnaissance officer. The woman was carrying a backpack full of sensors. Protruding from the backpack was an antenna made of conductive reinforced plastic. The antenna, which moved like a living creature detecting Yulia’s thoughts, looked like a scorpion’s tail with a stinger. Having confirmed that there were no guerrilla sentries, Yulia emerged from the river. She scattered almost insect-sized micro-drones over a radius of several kilometres. Yulia sent out terahertz waves from the micro-drones and the antenna.

A terahertz wave radar.  Terahertz waves include light waves, radio waves and everything in between. By building an optical measuring system, it’s possible to get a highly transparent range. All of Desmond’s mercenaries had contact lenses and handheld terminals for military use. Contact lenses with an ultra-compact display and integrated microprocessor.

An advanced army would have countermeasures against micro-drones and terahertz-wave radars, but the guerrillas didn’t have the technology or the money. On the contrary, the technological power of Desmond’s mercenary group outstripped even Shambala Float’s government forces. Only a few mercenaries and private military companies currently possessed this level of technology. Both were backed by the Japanese government.

The results of the information gathered by the terahertz wave radar were displayed on the contact lens display. In the computer graphics-processed field of view, guerrilla soldiers and weapons in ancient ruins were framed in red. At the same time, accurate maps and the location of guerrilla watchtowers were uploaded.

Immediately, Rutaganda’s instructions arrived.

“Attack the nearest, Watchtower A. Immediately after that, Watchtower B as well.”

“Roger.”

At the entrance to the ancient ruins there were watchtowers made of steel frames that served as lookout posts. Two watchtowers, each with two guerrillas on sentry duty. The watchtowers were about 15 metres high. Yulia, who already knew the enemy’s position, wrapped the conductive reinforced plastic antenna around the steel frame and climbed the watchtower silently.

The watchtower was surrounded only by a low wall and was mainly used to watch out for drones and aeroplanes. Humans weren’t expected to sneak up on it, or so it seemed. The area of the watchtower was five metres square. Stealth kills were quite a challenge in such a space, but Yulia could do it. She climbed up to the watchtower and silently approached a soldiers.

She pulled out a knife and slit the throat of the defenceless guerrilla.

She then moved on to the next guerrilla soldier. She grabbed the rifle sling, pulled it down, covered the soldier’s mouth with one hand and stabbed him in the heart with the knife.

After returning the knife to its sheath, Yulia slinged a suppressed submachine gun on her back. Subsonic bullets are used to minimise the sound of gunfire (when conventional bullets are used, the initial velocity exceeds the speed of sound, resulting in a high-pitched gunshot accompanied by a shockwave). She pulled the trigger, aiming at Watchtower B from Watchtower A. Two more kills without making a sound.

“...Clear”

Yulia informed her comrades via the communication function of her portable terminal.

Desmond’s mercenaries exchanged information through a hologram that appeared from the portable terminals.

“Shall we go?”

The hologram could be typed on directly with the fingertips. Rutaganda moved his index finger and ticked a box on the troublesome watchtower that Yulia had silenced.

“The operation is on schedule.”

Rutaganda moved on foot, the Thai sniper Bun with a jetpack, the French Weber and the African Babangida with a reinforced exoskeleton.

Reinforced exoskeleton — the so-called powered suit. A two-legged, weaponised, armoured suit.

Total height 2.8 metres. One could say it looked like a steel troll. Omni-wheels on the legs and thrusters on the back allowed strong three-dimensional manoeuvrability on uneven ground and in urban areas. Armament consisted of a large-calibre autocannon mounted on the left arm, a multi-purpose guided missile on the shoulder and a rocket launcher.

The military power was sufficient to defeat the guerrillas.

The male tactical adviser known as D (Delta) and the female Japanese investigator known as J (Juliette).

5

It was evening at the rebels’ base camp — . The light in Kougami’s room faded into darkness.

Tsunemori used the bed and Kougami tried to sleep on a blanket on the floor.

Anyway, it was after they had fought their way through the battlefield. When he calmed down and thought about it, he felt exhausted.

The next morning, he had planned to discuss the further course of action with Sem.

Kougami Shinya and Tsunemori Akane. The strangely tense atmosphere between them couldn’t be erased. Only Tsunemori’s conscience was clear. No, she was too tired, so she was too sensitive, wasn’t she? Anyway, she couldn’t sleep, so she left Kougami’s room.

She looked out of the window of the covered corridor.

“Ah...”

There were probably only a few electrical generators. The guerrilla men lit real fires instead of lighting equipment. The same fires that men used a long time ago.

The night sky was amazingly beautiful.

The stars were crystal clear like gemstones. The guerrilla camp had few lights.

Speaking of the amount of light, such a bonfire was not even a tenth of a streetlamp used in Tokyo. With the ground so dark, the sky was easy to see.

“The sky is amazing,” Kougami had also stood up.

“The stars look like they might fall.”

“In Japan the ground is too bright.”

“And yet the convenience of electricity is useful, isn’t it?”

“Of course, that’s true. The scientific development itself is not bad. The problem is that science and technology are abused for the benefit of a minority.”

We met again after so long —

Kougami remained the same Kougami.

“So, in the end Gino has become an enforcer...?” Kougami murmured with a hint of regret.

“In the old days...popsan…Masaoka-san said ‘I don’t want to see Nobuchika fall and become an enforcer’. If I meet him again in the afterlife, I won’t be able to apologise.” “In such a case...”

“Kunizuka?”

“She’s the same as before... but her crime rate is tending to improve.”

“That’s good news... I suppose. Shion?”

“That person is always the same. She’s the real balancer of Division One.”

“...Kagari?”

“Nothing. He’s still missing.”

He’s not missing.

Kagari has been killed.

She knew that, but if she told him the truth, what would the Sibyl System do? Would it try to kill Kougami?

It had nothing to do with the escape abroad. Fighting the Sibyl System was one thing but knowing the truth about it...it was impossible...Sibyl couldn’t welcome that. 

She couldn’t tell the truth... her chest felt so tight.

Still, she couldn’t allow Kougami to find out.

“…Is that so? And Professor Saiga?”

“He’s in seclusion, but he’s allowed to work as an important advisor.”

“So he’s alive, uh… ?”

Kougami smiled faintly.

“That’s a good thing.”

At these words, Akane was also lured into a smile.

...ah, that’s right.

Life is not bad.

“What do you think of me?”

Kougami asked.

“Are you angry with me?”

“If you had not killed Makishima...”

While thinking about the question, Tsunemori replied.

“Ginoza-san’s hue was getting worse. He might have become an enforcer just the same. Besides, even if Makishima had lived, you would have been eliminated, Kougami-san.”

... If that had been the case, I wouldn’t have really forgiven the Sibyl System.

“Therefore, there’s a good chance that your escape abroad... was the best decision. It’s annoying. I would have preferred you to stay more in Japan...”

“I think… I’m inexcusable.”

“The Kougami-san who stays with the guerrillas is so lively that it’s kind of annoying.” “Lively? Running here and there is nerve-wracking...”, Kougami frowned.

“And my mother is in Japan too...”

“Tomoyo-san, right?”

“Yes.”

“I visit her now and then. To take her mind off things, I guess.”

 “Thank you.”

“No...”

While saying this, Kougami had such a gentle look on his face.

“Astute”, Akane thought as she looked at him.

“What do you think of her? In my memory she’s a very strong person.”

“Really, she’s very strong. She never showed a weak face in front of me.”

“I can’t be in Japan. Then there are things to do here. It’s beyond my control... Human life is like that.”

Night fell. The bugs piled up around the fire, making a musical hum.

“Kougami-san, isn’t life precious?”

“No, it isn’t.”

“...”

“It’s not a matter of when we’ll die, it’s a matter of how we’ll die.”

The moment Kougami said this, Tsunemori could no longer stand it and burst out laughing.

“Pfff”

Just like that, growing steadily and holding her sides, she had a hearty laugh.

“What’s that for!?”

She had laughed like that a long time ago. From the bottom of her heart.

“Because,  Kougami-san...”

...because you said it the way I expected you to.

“No, it’s nothing.”

 “How mean. Laughing out of the blue...”

Kougami, shrugging his shoulders, also laughed a little.

The moment Tsunemori's laughter stopped...

“You have grown for good.”

Kougami whispered heartily.

“Is that so?”

Just the sound of those words made Akane feel embarrassed.

“You have the face of a good owner. You also have the face of a skilled hunter.”

“And you really are a stray dog now.”

“A stray dog, what a terrible thing to say.”

“Sure we meet like human beings now.”

“Yes, finally.”

“Isn’t it ironic? Even though we have met like human beings, as usual, a case comes between us.”

“It suits us, doesn’t it?”

So…. it’s a case. The reason why Tsunemori Akane has come here[5].

“One of the terrorists who came to Japan had a rare paper book with him. Proust’s ‘In search of lost time’”

“I bet it was mine. When Samurin was here, he loved to read it. I thought I’d lost it, but he must have taken it with him.”

“Earlier, too, that man called Sem... he said you showed him the way. Are you sure you haven’t become their spiritual leader and not just a tactical advisor?”

She didn’t know if he was aware of it, but Kougami had flinched with a rather displeased expression.

“To be honest, I don’t like it, and it doesn’t suit me either. But unwillingly, it seems that the guys here have been influenced too much by my words and behaviour.”

“Even if you don’t mean to, Kougami-san, you have a force like gravity that draws people to you. Well, it’s like Makishima Shougo.”

“...Do I look like that man to you?”

“You were able to predict Makishima’s next moves better than anyone else. It wouldn’t be strange if you had similar talents and character traits.”

“...at least when I was in Japan, my words never misled anyone. So why now?”

“Because you’ve changed the way you live your life. From one side of the system to the other. No matter how you feel about it, the place you’re standing now is not much different from the one Makishima Shougo stood before.”

“Are you saying that from now on I’ll become like Makishima?”

“No. But there will always be people looking for Makishima’s talents in you. People who are angry and frustrated with society are looking for something, an attractive force that they can trust. They may try to put you on a pedestal like they did with Makishima.”

“That’s annoying.”

“But you have no ambition to try to control people’s hearts. That’s the biggest difference between you and Makishima Shougo.”

Kougami couldn’t help but laugh at Tsunemori’s misunderstanding when she compared him to Makishima.

“If that’s what you thought of that man, then I understand why he’s giving me so much trouble.”

“Huh?”

 At that moment, a heavy calibre rifle shot rang out.

[1] MYSTERIOUS CARGOS COMING REGULARLY FROM JAPAN: I wrote it in capital letters because in the book, this sentence is written with dots over the kanjis to emphasise it.

[2] Nansha Archipelago: the Nansha Islands, also known as Spratsy Islands, are are a disputed archipelago in the South China Sea.

[3] Livistona is a genus of palms, the botanical family Arecaceae, native to southeastern and eastern Asia, Australasia, and the Horn of Africa. They have leafs shaped like fans.

[4] Quote from Frantz Fanon, The wretched of the earth.

[5] The reason why Tsunemori Akane has come here: this sentence is expressed from Kougami’s POV.

translation by cleverwolfpoetry @ https://cleverwolfpoetry.tumblr.com/

[blackshadow2084]

I cried yall

Let's cry (it's a translation from Psycho Pass Genesis 2, im currently translating it to spanish)

The wisteria hung in cascading waves from the trellis, forming a violet silk veil that separated the interior of the cabin from the outside world.

Masaoka peered inside cautiously. And in that instant, he understood. He should never have come here.

The words Yahiro had spoken to him in the past echoed in his mind, spinning in endless circles.

"What a man can hold in his hands is minimal. And if he forgets that and begins to desire everything like a spoiled child, he will end up losing it all. Everything will crumble and fall to pieces."

Chasing criminals as a detective. Lowering his crime coefficient as a citizen. Protecting his family as a father. He had believed those were modest aspirations. But reality did not work that way. Fulfilling even one of them was nearly impossible. Expecting to achieve two, or even all three, was a ridiculous fantasy. Life had never offered him an easy path. There was no fate where everything could be resolved perfectly. Not for someone like him—someone who had dared to challenge the oracle’s judgment.

Why had he never realized it before?

She looked even thinner than the last time he had seen her. But she did not seem to be suffering. On the contrary, her expression was one of absolute serenity. Like the other patients, she sat in a wheelchair, wrapped in a light blanket from the waist down. Her hands rested gently, interlaced on her lap. On her left ring finger, where her wedding ring used to be, there was now a small empty space. And yet, since her body remained motionless, the ring would never fall.

Masaoka called her name. There was no response. He took her hand. No reaction. Sae was right there, in front of him. And yet, she showed no sign of recognizing his presence. Her eyes were open, slightly narrowed, but still clear. They seemed to reflect him. But when he reached out, ran his fingers gently through her hair—always well-kept, always immaculate—she simply let him. She did not flinch, not even by reflex.

"That tickles, doesn’t it?"

Nothing. He wanted to see her smile. But it never came. Not even a flicker of recognition. It was as if her time had stopped long ago. Or as if she had become trapped in a world he could never reach. It was as if they lived in completely separate worlds. As if the person before him was nothing more than an illusion.

Masaoka softly pressed his ear against Sae’s chest. He could hear her heartbeat. He could feel her warmth. She had not become a lifeless doll. She was alive. Her warmth confirmed it. But still, she did not react at all. He could not push her, could not shake her roughly. If he did, Sae would simply fall to the ground without resistance, without even trying to stop herself.

Suddenly, he slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small fabric pouch. Inside, there should have been the artificial gemstones Sae had sent him. But when he opened it and emptied the contents into his palm… all he found was dust. The gems had crumbled. During the investigation, with constant friction and inevitable impacts, the stones had lost their form. They had lost all their brilliance.

"…Inspector Iwanaga…"

Was he even pronouncing the words correctly? He wasn’t sure. The entire world wavered around him. A deep, relentless buzzing rang in his ears. Everything blurred, as if his vision were suddenly deteriorating. Inside the cabin, barely any sunlight managed to filter through, and Sae’s figure faded into the dimness. He clung to her hand. If he let go, she might truly disappear. She might cease to exist.

"…Sae… you… you're still alive, aren’t you?"

"Her body is still alive… but in terms of consciousness, she is dead."

He could not turn around. He could barely move. He knelt carefully, staring up at the silent Sae from below.

"Psycho-color-altering drugs generally fall into two major categories: stimulants and sedatives. The synthetic compound Yahiro developed first induces an extreme psychoactive shift, forcing a state of sudden euphoria. It completely suppresses the negative emotional weight that clouds the hue."

A forced erasure effect.

"But if you attempt to purify a color so aggressively, it imposes an even greater emotional burden on the mind. To compensate, the drug simultaneously acts as a powerful sedative."

It was like trying to achieve the perfect hue on a canvas by applying layer upon layer of paint—without restraint, without control.

"However, the problem with Yahiro’s drug is that it does not account for the subject’s resilience."

His "cure" was nothing more than imposed salvation. Or perhaps, a one-way ticket to self-destruction.

"The only type of people who could withstand such a color shift using this method are those who survived the darkest times in history. People who endured unimaginable emotional burdens and managed to move forward. But ordinary people, the citizens of modern society, do not have that strength. The moment they take the drug, their psycho-color doesn’t even have the chance to clear. Their minds shatter before that can happen."

"Yahiro’s mother, his father, the living corpses who clung to their privileges, the former director of the special unit Kaneko… Compared to people today, they had monstrous mental fortitude. If they hadn’t… If they hadn’t possessed that strength, they never would have survived that dark era. But in her case… I cannot say the same. I can find no other word to describe it but… tragedy."

That was why she had become someone alive… yet dead. Masaoka knelt in the shadows, where no one else would come, still holding her hand. Sae, who could no longer speak, who could no longer respond, remained there, motionless, with a faint, serene smile on her face.

Had that gesture of peace been the result of a sacrifice far too great? He thought about it, again and again. But he did not shed a single tear. To find the answer, he began to speak. He spoke of the day he met her. He spoke of the days they had spent together. Of everything they had shared. He told her their story, without stopping, regardless of whether she could hear him. Because crying was not a right he could allow himself. In time, all the words he needed to say were exhausted. The memories he needed to summon were left behind, along with the present

And then, he understood something. Despair was not a pain of the soul. It was not a sickness of the mind. It was something physical. It was the sticky dryness in his mouth after speaking without pause. It was the weight pressing down on his chest. Yet still, the tears did not come. As if his emotions had frozen.

And in the end, the only thing that tore him away from Sae was something cold, mechanical, and absolute. Something he could not defy. Some things, a son can never rebel against. For him, at least, this was one of them. He was dragged away from the veil of wisteria. And under the soft sunlight, on the stone pavement that, at that moment, felt like an execution platform built solely for him, he fell to his knees. And there, before him, stood the small judge who would decide his fate.

A child. His son.

His face, still youthful but with defined features, was covered in scars and bruises. In those eyes—the same ones he inherited from me—there was a dark, red hematoma. The corner of his lips was split. Each of those wounds was proof of the suffering that society had inflicted upon him. And they were also the scars of the burden I had forced him to carry.

Only then did I understand who was the one that had to die, who was the one that had to be judged. That was when I knew. I was probably going to die. Perhaps Yahiro Waji would see to that. But even if I managed to survive, one thing was certain: I would never be allowed to stay by my son's side. They wouldn’t let me. Society wouldn’t let me. And most importantly, Nobuchika would never forgive me.

If that was the case… then who would protect Nobuchika? Who would take care of Sae, who could only continue her slow march toward death? Akiho was someone I could trust, but she wouldn’t always be strong enough either. Could this society protect them? But if the danger came from society itself, then who would save them?

The Sibyl System, which proclaimed perfection, had given birth to a monster like Yahiro Waji. Many lives had already been lost, and many more were about to be sacrificed. This country, this society, might very well be on the brink of collapse. If we had only been born a little later, if fate had allowed us to enter this world at another time… would we have been able to live a truly happy life?

"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"

Nobuchika’s gaze was filled with hatred.

"Mother said… that you…"

"What?"

"That you would come back."

"That you made a promise a long time ago."

"That you would come to protect us… no matter what."

"But you never did."

A promise. So that was it. That was everything. She used to say it. That one day, she would be my wife. That we would have a child. That, even if just for an instant, she would give me something real, something genuine. The woman who gave me that brief moment of truth had once told me, with a radiant smile:

"Then, after this, let’s do something incredible."

But Sae’s wish was so simple. So small, so natural, so reasonable. She only wanted me to do what any father should do. The obvious thing. Protect his family. Just that. And yet, I couldn’t even do that.

If only I had managed to leave the isolation facility earlier… If I had found a way to escape, to return to her and Nobuchika… If I had been able to forget everything—the atrocities I had witnessed, the cursed memories of having killed my own comrades… If only…

But that wasn’t the path I chose. That future never came to be. It became a past that never existed. And now, there is nothing left for me to reclaim. Even if I had another chance… what would I have to sacrifice in exchange?

I can’t. There is nothing I am willing to lose. That is why, in the end, I ended up here. I surrendered to my own fate. I am a failure.

But listen to me, Nobuchika…

"This… is not over yet."

It is not your fate.

"Live… for us as well."

These were my last words.

"I will protect you. And I will protect this society."

I embraced him.

Nobuchika remained still, his body tense with surprise. But in the end, he pushed me away with force. I fell to the ground, hitting the stone pavement. From there, I looked up at him.

He had grown. He had become strong.

His gaze was filled with unmistakable contempt.

I didn’t care. The reason didn’t matter. The feelings didn’t matter.

I only wanted him to keep moving forward. To live.

That is why this is our farewell.

No matter what happens, I will never appear before him again.

That is the punishment I must bear for my sins.

Goodbye, Nobuchika. My son.

I started the engine of the Public Safety Bureau’s vehicle and drove.

Instead of Iwanaga, I was the one behind the wheel.

I remained silent for the entire drive.

There was nothing left to say.

There were no words that could fill this emptiness.