"If you have enough power, it's not impossible for me to take you on field missions."
Jordan tapped the table lightly with his fingertips, revealing a cruel reality.
Anzu wasn't discouraged by this. As a mature police officer, she knew exactly what she was capable of.
Facing Jordan's gaze, the policewoman leaned back in her chair and said dismissively, "Heh. Don't you already know how much power I have? Forget it."
"Now, an opportunity to become stronger is presented to you. Are you willing to take it?"
Anzu's hand tightened, seeing that Jordan didn't seem to be joking. "Are you serious? Is it some kind of superpower?"
"Yes. That's one way to understand it."
Seeing Jordan nod, Anzu's eyes lit up. "Then I'm willing."
"Let's be clear first: this power can only be used properly. I can grant it, and I can also take it back. Understand?"
Upon receiving an affirmative answer, Jordan nodded in satisfaction. He activated his Stand ability. The fantasy card "Black Widow" appeared in his hand, flying toward Anzu with a flick of his finger.
In an instant, it disappeared into the policewoman's chest.
On the other side, Anzu, who'd been waiting anxiously, saw Jordan snap his fingers and then stop moving. She couldn't help wondering, "That's... it?"
"What did you expect? Preparation materials and a special ceremony?"
"But I did have some expectations..."
Jordan stood, gently patting Anzu on the shoulder as he passed her. "Make good use of this power. When I'm not around, the Special Affairs Section is in your hands."
"Hey, hey, HEY! What's with this weird tone? Uh..." Before she could finish speaking, her heart skipped a beat, interrupting Anzu's attempt to grab Jordan.
The next moment, it felt as if her blood was burning. A transformation from the inside out began.
The young policewoman's gaze grew slightly vacant as she passively accepted the transformation by superhuman powers and the overwhelming amount of information—expert-level knowledge flooding her mind across various fields. She looked as if she'd been thoroughly overwhelmed.
On the other side, Jordan paid the bill in advance. He told the waiter not to disturb Anzu and to wait for her to wake up on her own.
Then he left alone.
The woman in charge of reception cursed the man as a scumbag after seeing his departing figure from behind.
The next day. Early morning.
The first rays of sunlight from the horizon streamed through the window, their bright warmth waking Anzu from deep sleep.
The policewoman opened her eyes. Messy, bird's nest-like hair fell down before her face, obscuring her sleepy eyes.
She got up to wash. As she stepped barefoot onto the bathroom tiles that had been wet from last night's shower, she suddenly lost her balance.
The moment she fell backward, Anzu jolted awake. Instinctively, she reached out. Her fingertips pushed slightly against the ground. With coordinated effort from her arms, shoulders, and core, she transformed her awkward fall into an elegant, graceful backflip. Her fair legs beneath her shorts deftly avoided scattered clothes, piled-up pots and pans, and various cosmetics on wall shelves. She landed smoothly, perfectly balanced.
After regaining her footing, Anzu was still in a daze.
The events at the restaurant last night were vivid in her mind. With a casual flick of his finger, Jordan had made her feel as if she'd fallen into fire, her whole body burning hot.
After that, she didn't remember how she got back to her apartment. All she knew was that a whole bunch of new knowledge that didn't belong to her had suddenly appeared in her mind.
Combat. Shooting. Etiquette. Gymnastics. How to pilot a fighter jet. How to hack into a computer system in the shortest time. How to defeat multiple enemies one by one. How to use charm to manipulate men...
The process of mastering the last piece of knowledge made her blush, mouth dry. But overall, these previously unseen skills greatly enriched her experience and understanding, even changing the way she'd always viewed the world since childhood.
Combining what had just happened—effortlessly completing a gymnastic-level backflip she would never have managed before—recalling the boneless flexibility of her limbs and the powerful force that burst from her muscles in an instant...
Everything pointed to the same fact.
"The power the Section Chief granted... is actually real."
Anzu murmured, her beautiful eyes shining brighter than ever before.
Z-City Police Department.
After a whole morning, Jordan still hadn't seen Anzu. He called out to a passing police officer. "Did Anzu take the day off today? Why haven't we seen her all morning?"
The female officer holding documents said in a low voice, "Section Chief, Officer Anzu went to the training ground early this morning, before you arrived."
Jordan waved, telling the helpful young woman to get back to work. Then he took a cup of coffee, stood, and walked outside.
As he entered the corridor, he recalled the training ground's location.
The next moment, blue spiritual energy surged forth and enveloped Jordan's body. The Joestar family's signature ability activated. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.
Snap, snap, snap snap...
In the open combat range, a petite, agile figure quickly moved through the area. She executed a clean, crisp tactical roll to reach cover and fired without hesitation. The bullet accurately hit the bullseye on the human-shaped target's chest.
Before the crisp gunshot had even faded, the figure behind cover had already slid across the ground and reached the next firing point to repeat the action.
The police officer responsible for timing outside the training ground looked dazed, mouth slightly open, eyes following the figure back and forth. Just from his appearance, it was clear he was in a state of shock.
"Time to press the timer."
A friendly voice reminded the timekeeper from behind.
He subconsciously pressed the timer button. The figure in the field just then killed the last "criminal" and rushed across the finish line at the course's end.
Anzu placed the training rifle into the rack, removed her thick tactical gloves, and walked out of the training field. She casually asked, "How did I do?"
"The time of 58.3 seconds has already shattered the department's best record of 2 minutes and 30 seconds. As for accuracy score, we'll have to wait for the computer statistics."
"Huh?" Anzu recognized the voice as belonging to the training ground officer. Looking up, she saw Jordan holding coffee and exclaimed in surprise, "Section Chief! What brings you here?"
"Here you go." Jordan handed over the still-steaming coffee, smiling knowingly. "Came to see the results of your training."
"Hehe..." Anzu took the coffee from Jordan. She knew exactly what he meant. Her face, flushed from exercise, lit up with a bright smile. "I was a little thirsty after training. Thank you, Section Chief!"