Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 195 - 176: Strange Uncle Yugetsu._2

Chapter 195: Chapter 176: Strange Uncle Yugetsu._2

After speaking, he turned and left, his thin, tall silhouette slowly disappearing under the light.

As long as you see that half-broken little finger, anyone with eyes would understand that Hanpe is no ordinary person.

Uesugi Sakura didn’t know what his profession was, maybe just a guy who once dabbled in the Yakuza.

Now he seems like a different kind of Yakuza.

Then, Uesugi Sakura shook Hanamaru Yugetsu several times but couldn’t wake him up, only hearing him mumbling a name.

It was unclear, but it sounded like a woman’s name.

Is my uncle heartbroken?

Seeing he was still not awake, Uesugi Sakura picked up a wine bottle, and pressed the bottle neck against a piece to rub it hard.

It made a piercing marble-grinding sound next to his ear.

The grating sound of friction was truly painful to hear, Hanamaru Yugetsu frowned, showing an uncomfortable expression.

He soon woke up.

The first thing was a look of dissatisfaction for being woken from a deep sleep, his mind still colliding in a hangover.

He patted his head, scratched his hair, and the sunglasses were dangling on his face.

He sat in a daze for a long time before regaining his senses.

Hanamaru Yugetsu moved his gaze away from the floor full of wine bottles, looking up at the overlapping faces of people.

He propped his chin and rubbed for a while before seeing who it was.

"Little Sakura?"

He turned his head, his gaze swept around the not-so-spacious space, understanding that this was a bar and he was sitting on the sofa.

"Why are you here?"

Uesugi Sakura was speechless towards this uncle who drank until he didn’t even know where he was.

"When a person asks ’why are you here’, it’s better to first examine what they’ve done."

"What did I do?"

Hanamaru Yugetsu posed like a statue of "The Thinker," pondered for a while, and then said, "I didn’t do anything."

Uesugi Sakura decided not to beat around the bush with his uncle: "You haven’t been to the Kendo Department for days, Sister Shio is very worried you might drink yourself to death on the streets, so she asked me to come over and check on you."

Now Hanamaru Yugetsu still had a strong smell of alcohol on him.

This leisurely dress, wearing sunglasses, and reeking of alcohol gives no sense of security, and the first impression everyone had of him was a drunk, degenerate youth.

"Uncle, how could you look like this?"

"What kind of look?" Hanamaru Yugetsu slapped his face with both hands, and a strip of light came through the crack in the door, shining on his face.

"Your Uncle Yugetsu has always been like this, a carefree drifter, doing nothing but drinking all day."

He covered his face with both hands, lowering his head, the neural pain from the hangover echoing in his mind.

"Pretty good... pretty good..."

Uesugi Sakura looked at him like this, wondering if the drunkenness had deepened his emotions, he seemed a bit out of sorts.

After all, he was once a national Kendo champion, how could he be so negative now?

"Forget it." Hanamaru Yugetsu sniffed, his facial expression very dejected, "Little Sakura, you should head back, sorry for troubling you to come over."

"Isn’t Uncle Yugetsu going home?"

"Going back to the Hanamaru house? That place is no fun, Dad doesn’t really want to bother with me either."

"What about uncle’s own home?"

"I don’t have one." Hanamaru Yugetsu responded decisively, then gave him a smile, "Your Uncle Yugetsu, without even a girlfriend, where would I have a home?"

He propped his upper body with his hands on his knees, then leaned back against the sofa, speaking comfortably as if relaxing his whole body:

"Go back, go back, I’ll come to the Kendo Department tomorrow."

"Not leaving the bar? There’s still an empty room at my place or Hanabi’s."

"No need."

Hanamaru Yugetsu clearly didn’t want to trouble him or Hanabi, rejecting it outright, "Kabuki-cho is pretty good now, not as chaotic as before."

"You should just head back, today there’s a special investigation from Police Headquarters, it’s safe here, don’t worry."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and fell back asleep in this dim little room.

Hanamaru Yugetsu wasn’t a cop, how would an ordinary person like him know Police Headquarters had an operation today?

Did his father-in-law tell him?

The middle-aged man before had confidently said the police wouldn’t come today.

For a moment, Uesugi Sakura really couldn’t figure out whether Uncle Yugetsu was actually undercover.

Stepping out of this unassuming bar, he was met by the dizzying neon lights of Kabuki-cho outside.

This place really didn’t appeal to someone like him who preferred a quiet life.

Turning a corner, there were many dim, unlit nooks.

Uesugi Sakura almost instinctively glanced over, thinking surely no huge, burly man would suddenly pop out, right?

Or maybe a pitiful girl cornered, threatened to tears by a group of punks.

Such things definitely happened on Kabuki-cho First Street, maybe even worse, but Uesugi Sakura clearly wasn’t someone who would encounter such situations.

He stood between two buildings waiting for a few minutes but didn’t have an opportunity to act.

Hah, not knowing how formidable you can be feels uncomfortable.

He shook his head and continued strolling home.

Hanamaru Yugetsu wasn’t wrong, now Kabuki-cho mostly consisted of eateries and Chinese restaurants, with most of the flashy things not displayed outside.

Heard that long ago, Yakuza used to patrol the streets, but now those terrifying figures only appeared in manga, never once in his sight.

"Huff~ huff~"

With urgent breaths, a small figure in a black wool coat burst out of a Chinese dumpling shop.

The shop owner was panting, chasing after him, shouting loudly:

"Haven’t paid yet!!"

He shouted in Chinese.

Almost instantly, many seemingly ordinary tourists turned their heads at the sound, closely watching the small figure running with food in his arms.

Because of police surveillance, even Hanpe, who was pretending to be a regular customer drifting along the street, turned his head, seeing the thief.

Who had such audacity, daring to openly dine and dash on this street?

The last guy who arrogantly dined and dashed here had already lost two fingers.

Naturally, Uesugi Sakura noticed this too, and now he faced two choices.

Help, or don’t help?

Walking off freely without helping, or meddling in others’ affairs by helping.

Consider it.

Forget it, better to help, at least it’s a response to the rude Chinese shout.

He walked to the roadside planter and picked up a pebble.

Aiming at the black wool coat gradually approaching him from across the street, he casually tossed it at the person’s leg.

The pebble rolled down the street.

Missed, too weak a strike.

But it was just a cursory move for Uesugi Sakura to adjust his posture.

He picked up another smaller pebble, focusing precise strength on his arm and fingers, while side-moving his waist.

He aimed and locked at the running legs.

Suddenly, he fiercely threw it out.

Like a meteor, the spinning curve cut through the overlapping figures, as if a line computed to perfection, beautiful and exquisite.

Many heard a sudden whistling by their ears, yet couldn’t see the object.

Almost in the next second, that dark figure thudded down to the ground.

The dumplings from the bag rolled forward, collecting oil and gray dust.

"Who!?"

Seeing the pebble that hit the black figure’s ankle roll onto the ground, Hanpe was instinctively alert, raising his head to the gradually gathering crowd.

He saw that line almost predesigned, interwoven through the exact gap.

Fine, incredibly fine.

His intuition told him, apart from an extreme coincidence, no one could accomplish this.

Hidden behind the crowd, Uesugi Sakura cast a glance at the small dark figure who fell face-first.

Without lingering, he continued in the direction home.

Accuracy was a divine skill, the moment he found angles to precisely exert force with his body, he understood its prowess.

Using the least force to achieve the greatest effect, using the greatest force to reach the extreme effect.

This is the auxiliary skill brought by Accuracy—precise control.

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"Tsk..."

The small dark figure pursed her lips and stood up, beneath the hood of the black wool coat was a stubborn face, though with multiple scratches, the red cuts looked quite painful.

Suddenly someone stepped forward to assist her.

"Miss, is it worth it?" Hanpe said helplessly, "When the cops come, you’ll have to take another trip to the police station."

Most of the ’ordinary tourists’ didn’t glance much, returning to their soliciting work.

She didn’t speak, just turned her head and glanced at the pebble on the ground, biting her lip stubbornly.

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