Otaku of strawberry

Tokyo, Japan Is that the hacker you were talking about? He doesn\'t look like someone who could do such a big thing. she says as she follows the target hacker. Walking a few dozen meters ahead is a man of medium height, obese build, and shaggy hair, Wearing a shirt with a cartoon character on it, wearing a shirt with cartoon characters on it and carrying a huge bag. He is eating a strawberry he just bought at a street vendor. He is a so-called \"nard,\" or perhaps it would be easier to say \"otaku,\" the international term that originated in this country. In the world she lives in, there aren\'t many men who are overweight. Yeah, they can be a bit of a looker and a doer. Maybe they don\'t even know they\'re doing evil themselves. Well, his computer skills are pretty good, and once we get him under control, we\'ll have all the material we need. Otaku strolls off, not really paying attention to his surroundings. You know where we\'re going. You know where we\'re going. Come in disguise. \"Got it.\" We infiltrated the Otaku hacker\'s favorite restaurant, but... Captain, I knew it. That man is suspicious. I took a seat where I could keep an eye on Otaku, but... \"Hey, don\'t get so close. What\'s with the outfit in the first place? She was dressed in what looked like the uniform of a high school student in this country. I did my research. In this country, women around my age dress like this when they meet men around the captain\'s age. That\'s just because it\'s an incident, that\'s why I stood out! Oh! I feel like I\'m getting attention. The cover is about to come off. Captain, we need to be a more natural couple. Do you want some strawberries? Bubba, stop being an idiot and back off a little more. Oh, that\'s right. When you\'re on a date, couples feed each other. This is a story I read in a comic book, so I thought it was a lie! Here you go! Bup, idiot, pull back your spoon.\" (Oh, no, I somehow thought that wasn\'t true, (No, no, no, he\'s useless in anything but rough stuff.) (And when he speaks in Japanese, he sounds like an idiot.) \"Uh, hello, may I have a word with you guys?\" （\"Oh, hello, may I have a word with you?\" (I\'m showing off. (Did I stand out too much? Did he call for me? ) (He\'s too conspicuous. He called me out.) I turn to the guy who\'s talking to me, catching Nard out of the corner of my eye, smirking at me. Oh, you\'re the MP from Japan? We are on a regular mission. If you interfere, we\'ll take you out.\" Spang! OUCH! The blonde head immediately flops down to mend the situation. \"Oh, I\'m sorry. This guy just came from abroad, and he\'s longing for Japan, but he\'s trying too hard. Why am I being hit? We are the ones who are protecting the security of Tokyo. We protect the security of Tokyo and nothing cartoonish will happen. We were taken to the nearest police box and released a short time later. We were taken to the nearest police box, but were released a short time later, apparently thinking we were a gaijin girl wh