The job fair, in hindsight, was not a terribly great idea. The Japanese had a tendency to use English for eye-catching large titles on signs, but barely any important information was recorded in Daniel's native tongue. There was only so much a man could learn from gaudy poster boards with nonsensical quotations and photos of Japanese girls in uniform.<br/><br/>"Hey! You!"<br/>The use of English caught Daniel's attention. A Japanese girl in a semiformal button down shirt and jeans was calling out to him from a table. Most notably, she bore a green armband around her bicep - one he'd seen here and there around town and associated with some form of government worker.<br/><br/>"Uhhhh..." He began, considering his words, "{Yes? What is it you is wanting to speak?}" He asked in broken Japanese, trying his hardest to speak to her in polite, formal terms.<br/><br/>The attempt at speaking her language only seemed to amuse the girl, who continued speaking in perfect English.<br/>"You from the 20th district? You're certainly built like one."<br/><br/>Daniel had to pause and remember which sector of town was which, before chuckling and responding "Nah, I'm pretty sure I'd be disqualified out of most sporting events if I even tried. They let me kick a football into orbit or run through people in rugby, and they'd have to let the pyros throw their fire at goalies, and let the twitchy ones interfere with replay equipment."<br/><br/>The girl slapped down a flyer before him. "Heard of Judgement?"<br/><br/>"Not formally, no." He looked at the slip of paper, seeing information printed in Japanese, Korean, some form of mandarin, and some squiggly language he'd seen in old Muay Thai movies. As he was tilting his head sideways to make sense of all of it, the girl rolled her eyes and unfolded it for him, revealing all the job information he needed to know in plain, bold font English.<br/><br/>"Well, I better hope your physical capabilities are more impressive than your problem solving ones."<br/><br/>Daniel read over the small paragraph, removing his sunglasses to get a better look. "...law enforcement?"<br/><br/>"Yeah! You know, we're a small enclosed city, but we still have problems. And when most of your population has the power to smash rocks apart with their mind, regular beat cops don't cut it."<br/><br/>The foreigner weighed his options. Government work was steady and reliable, and as an authority figure, he could go a long way towards improving the public's image of outsiders. On the other hand, this was a country with customs and standards unfamiliar to his own, and he didn't even speak the official language at primary school level! But the ultimate deciding factor was his lack of other leads. This was honestly his best prospect for a job he could comprehend. Physical danger was a constant factor, but honestly, that's what he was practically built to do.<br/>"Where do I start?"<br/><br/>"District 2. I'll mark it on your map..."<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------<br/><br/>After a fairly uneventful bus ride, the entirety of which Daniel worried about being under-dressed for such a job interview, Danny found himself standing before a towering concrete building, bearing the unmistakable and imposing title of JUDGEMENT. Walking all about the grounds were small groups of people, roughly around his own age, each wearing that same distinct green armband. Most couldn't have been more than kids, many even still wore their ridiculous school uniforms.<br/><br/>Great. He'd been afraid he was joining the National Socialist movement when he saw the getup at first, but now he realized that this career was treated like a school prefect by some. Daniel groaned, but continued on into the building. If kids were part of it, then it couldn't be that dangerous.