Tokyo: Are you even a proper lawyer?

Kenichi Nakajima was already somewhat incoherent, and his defenses were crumbling under Masashi Akiyama's series of sharp questions.

"You didn't touch her? Then how do you explain that during the initial police investigation, a former convenience store employee reported that you seemed overly enthusiastic towards the young female high school student working part-time in the store, and even made some verbal overstepping attempts? Although they were too afraid to testify in court, these investigation records still exist."

Masashi Akiyama then released another document.

"Slander! It's all slander! Those people were bribed by you!"

"Oh? We bribed your former employee and fabricated police statements?"

Masashi Akiyama adjusted his glasses. "So, those fresh scratches on the wall, seemingly caused by a struggle and collision, were also faked by us? Technical experts have already determined that the time of those marks matches the time of the incident very closely. Why would there be such intense physical conflict marks in an office where we were just having a conversation?"

A series of questions, like a series of punches, each one heavier than the last, slammed into Kenichi Nakajima's already chaotic and fragile nerves.

Countless pieces of evidence, logic, contradictions, corroborating evidence...

These facts were laid bare before Kenichi Nakajima, leaving him no room for excuses.

At this moment, Masashi Akiyama was like a spider, weaving everything into an impenetrable web.

He regarded Kenichi Nakajima as prey, using this net called evidence to trap him tightly, and every time the other party struggled, the net only tightened.

In the gallery, people held their breath, and no one dared to interrupt the moment.

Kenichi Nakajima's breathing became increasingly rapid, his chest heaving violently, and large beads of sweat soaked his shirt collar.

He felt his brain buzzing; Akiyama Masashi's voice, the judge's gaze, the stares from the gallery... everything was intertwined, taking turns squeezing his reason.

"No...no, that's not it...I didn't...I just..."

"What are you?" Masashi Akiyama noticed his dazed state and immediately pressed for an answer.

"You're just like usual, seeing young, fresh, and defenseless girls, and you can't help but want to use your authority to do something, right?"

"You enjoy the feeling of controlling them and watching them cry in fear, right? It makes you feel like you can regain the dignity and power you lost elsewhere here."

"Is it right!!!"

"Shut up! Shut up!! What do you know?!"

Kenichi Nakajima finally broke down under the last straw. He sprang up from his chair and waved his hands wildly.

His face was contorted, tears and snot streaming down his face, and he even began to roar and howl with all his might.

"Yes! I touched her! So what?!"

"That little bitch! She pretends to be innocent, but she's actually incredibly slutty! I just touched her and asked her to take off a couple of pieces of clothing, and she started screaming like she was going to die!"

"I told her to shut up! She dared to resist! She deserved it! She deserved to die!!!"

"And that arrogant young lady! Just because she's got some status, she dares to yell at me! She deserves to be taught a lesson!"

"You're all the same! You all look down on me! You all think I'm a useless piece of trash!"

"Even my dear younger brother is the same! He helps me on the surface, but deep down he's disgusted by my shortcomings! He wishes I'd never existed!!"

"What Kohei Nakajima! What district councilor! It's all bullshit! It's all fake! They act all respectable on the surface, but who knows how dirty their affairs are behind the scenes!"

"I was just touching some young girls, compared to them! What am I! I'm nothing!!"

Kenichi Nakajima was like a completely out-of-control madman. He gesticulated wildly in the witness stand, pouring out all the dirtiest, most vicious, and most twisted thoughts in his heart.

Those carefully concealed crimes—the insults against Yuna and the deep-seated resentment towards her younger brother, Kohei Nakajima—were all exposed to the light of day.

The courtroom was deathly silent, then erupted in uproar!

Reporters frantically pressed their shutters, while gasps and angry shouts erupted from the gallery.

Even the judge's gavel could not immediately quell the sudden chaos.

Kenichi Nakajima's lawyer, his face ashen, slumped in his chair.

The masked man in the corner was stiff, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

Masashi Akiyama stood quietly, waiting for the storm to subside.

It wasn't until bailiffs stepped forward and barely restrained Kenichi Nakajima, who was still roaring and cursing, that the judge finally managed to quiet the courtroom with an almost shouting voice.

Only then did Masashi Akiyama step forward and look at Kenichi Nakajima, who was still panting heavily and had his shoulders pressed down by the bailiffs, his eyes glazed over.

He asked one last question.

"So, Kenichi Nakajima, do you now admit that you abused your position as store manager to lure Yuna Sakura into a locked office under the pretext of framing her for theft, intending to sexually assault her, and after she fiercely resisted, you threatened and intimidated her, ultimately leading to her suicide due to immense mental pressure?"

"Do you acknowledge that you bear undeniable direct responsibility for Sakura Yuna's death?"

Kenichi Nakajima was panting, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Masashi Akiyama.

At the same time, he seemed to glance uncontrollably at that corner, a kind of mad, reckless abandon flashing across his face.

He even laughed.

However, just when everyone thought Kenichi Nakajima was about to plead guilty, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed directly at the masked man in the audience.

"I admit it! I admit I did those things to those girls! But it wasn't just me! It was him too! My dear brother! Kohei Nakajima!!"

He laughed and screamed as he confessed to his crimes, then promptly dragged Kohei Nakajima down with him.

"He knew! He knew everything! He's always known I had this problem! Not only did he not stop me, he covered for me! He helped me get rid of the trouble I had before!"

"The 'safe' girls he found for me were just to keep me out of trouble and from affecting his political future! This time with that girl, he made me insist it was theft, and he was the one who spoke to the school and the police! He thought that would suppress it like before!"

"He's a hypocrite! He appears virtuous on the surface, but he's just as filthy as I am behind the scenes!"

"No, he's dirtier! He used me, controlled me, treated me like a dog! Now that things have blown up, he wants me to take the blame alone? Dream on!!"

"If I'm going to hell, I'll take him with me!!!"

"Go investigate him! Go investigate him!! If you want to know, I'll tell you everything! Akiyama Masashi, don't you want to be a god?! I'll grant your wish!!"

"A nobody, third-rate lawyer brought down a district councilor! What great fodder!! Don't you think so, reporter Takahashi?! Hahahahahahaha!!"

Kenichi Nakajima wore a twisted, almost manic smile. He seemed to see his younger brother, who had always appeared glamorous, being dragged down from his pedestal by his own hands and falling into the deepest hell with him.

That's great, he thought.