“I’m so glad that I chose you as my lawyer.”
“I really appreciate all of your kindness.”
Words which support me all come from my clients or defendants. There aren’t many professions which receive such frank expressions of gratitude. Even today, my work as a lawyer gives me a strong sense of happiness.
I should now introduce myself—I work as a lawyer in Kumagaya City, Saitama Prefecture. My area of expertise is divorce issues, divorce related issues, and questions of infidelity. However, I am what is often called a small-town lawyer, so I have handled a variety of cases which include the citizen jury system, preservation of evidence for medical incidents, labor tribunal decisions, building vacation, investment fraud, credit and financing incidents, and division of the estate (inheritance).
The work of a small-town lawyer requires direct interaction with people, which can be very intense.
Even so, I think that working as a lawyer is wonderful. This feeling comes from the clients who require my services and complement my professional abilities.
Upon fulfilling my dream of becoming a lawyer, I started my law career in Kumagaya City, Saitama Prefecture—a place to which I was a complete stranger.
Although I had a variety of changing emotions which caused me to become interested in a variety of different legal cases, some things always remained constant—I had a passion for “frank interaction with people,” I wanted to “work under my own name, not as just another cog in an organization,” and I desired to “take part in legal proceedings as a certified professional.”
Despite my passion, I had absolutely no professional experience when starting out. Furthermore, I had no certification other than my registration as a lawyer. I had spent all my time studying and knew nothing about the real world. Even though I wanted to work as part of the community, there was no region which would support me. In the end, the sweltering temperatures in Kumagaya far surpassed my passion…
Yet another difficulty was that I completely lacked the dignified aura that people expect of a lawyer—intellectualism, sternness, authority, dignity, and the like. When I accompanied my boss to court, people would ask if I was a legal apprentice. If I went with my boss on settlement negotiations, I was mistaken as a female staff member. When returning from my initial interview with the suspect upon my first case as a court-appointed defense counsel, I was groped by a molester and ended up going to the police station as a victim (a record at the police station where I went shows that I affixed my official seal from work in place of my fingerprint).
Ultimately, I was given the nickname of lawyer cosplayer.
Actually, I liked the nickname because I felt that it was right on the mark!