Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 245 - 205 Sakihara Yishin (2)_2

Chapter 245: Chapter 205 Sakihara Yishin (2)_2

Hanamaru Hanabi is squatting to the side playing a paw-shaking game with the fluffy Akita.

"With the strength my beloved disciple has shown, it must be that she has practiced swordsmanship for over ten years, her skills... are truly exquisite. But——!!"

Sakihara Yishin put down his middle-school-style hand from his face, facing the disdainful Uesugi Sakura, "Heh heh... it’s truly a pity... the title of Heartless Sword Saint is not known to the world, and you, my beloved disciple, are the destined one!!"

"..."

Uesugi Sakura is already tired of this uncle, who insists on making her his disciple, and keeps saying she’s his beloved disciple.

Ah, forget it, let’s just end this quickly.

Holding the wooden sword, he sighed inwardly and then opened his system.

[The Legend of Miyamoto Musashi]

Status: Ongoing (Time remaining 9:59:59)

"Beloved disciple——!! Watch carefully!"

Sakihara Yishin, whose expression was unusually excited, pulled his right leg forward and raised the sword with both hands over his shoulder, "The highest, strongest, fastest, most invincible Heartless Sword Saint! It’s time for a serious performance!

"Show ~~time!"

With his stance open, Sakihara Yishin’s aura and gaze burst forth with a color that could disdain the world.

"Next, is the Supreme Secret Technique of the One-Mind One-Sword Style, my disciple must learn seriously——"

"Learn——"

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Sakihara’s voice... suddenly choked, and his once confident pupils shrank to the size of green beans in an instant.

"Ha——???"

His trembling body involuntarily sought to reach up with the utmost speed of his life.

With just a "bang——!", the almost invisible afterimage of a wooden sword flashed before them for an instant, only to disappear in the next moment.

The sword’s afterimage gleamed, the powerful gusts howled, making the hair on one’s body stand on end.

Uesugi Sakura, dragging his wooden sword, unleashed a breathtaking technique that seemed almost nonexistent in this world, delivering two strikes in a mere fingertip’s time.

Sakihara Yishin’s wooden sword was swiftly struck from his hand by the first blow, sending a chilling shiver down his spine.

In his perception, he couldn’t figure out why his stance was broken so easily.

This was something even that Demon King couldn’t manage.

Before him, before his eyes, sunlight shone through the leaves in the afternoon.

"Fate... is not... fair..."

The middle-school syndrome uncle, struck at the carotid artery, blacked out and collapsed to the ground with a clunk.

It was only after hearing the noise that Hanamaru Hanabi, who had been playing with Akita, ran over in surprise when she saw the uncle falling:

"Sakura-kun! Big, big uncle he..."

"It’s okay," Uesugi Sakura said with a long breath, pointing at his neck, "I tapped his carotid sinus, which reduced blood flow to his brain temporarily. It’s a simple fainting spell."

"Really... nothing’s wrong?" Hanamaru Hanabi whispered, because no matter how you look at it, a large man suddenly lying flat on the grass seemed a bit odd.

Uesugi Sakura picked up the fallen wooden sword from the uncle’s hand and placed it back in his bag behind him, "Don’t worry, see? He isn’t even snoring now?"

"..."

The bright and shiny Akita ran to the uncle’s face, nudging it with his head.

Pushing for a while and finding that no amount of effort would wake him, he simply sat down at Hanamaru Hanabi’s feet, sticking out his tongue adorably.

"Akita... are you trying to wake up the uncle?"

Akita kept a small smile, just tilting his head and reaching out a paw.

Hanamaru Hanabi’s cute face was full of confusion.

"He wants to shake hands with you," Uesugi Sakura said.

"But... the uncle is still lying over there..."

"That’s why he’s a good dog." Uesugi Sakura squatted down again to play the handshake game with this well-behaved Shiba Inu.

Then scooped him up, placing him by Uncle Sakihara, letting him sit.

"Alright, we can leave now." Uesugi Sakura clapped his hands and said.

"Sakura-kun... weren’t you looking for this uncle?" Hanamaru Hanabi thought his actions today were a bit mysterious.

"Yes, and no." He worked hard to drag the uncle back to his small tent, and when Uesugi Sakura saw a bucket of water beside the uncle’s grass tent, he picked up a bamboo tube filled with water to wash his hands.

"Little Hanabi, come over too."

Hanamaru Hanabi walked over, taking a glance at the Akita obediently sitting next to the uncle.

The Akita in the tent was also watching her, even barking jovially twice.

After helping Little Hanabi wash her hands too, Uesugi Sakura also helped extinguish the fire that was about to boil the soup for Uncle Sakihara.

"Let’s go," he said to Hanamaru Hanabi.

"Really, there’s no problem?" Kind-hearted Little Hanabi thought the uncle seemed pretty nice despite his odd way of speaking.

The dog was also very well-behaved.

"Don’t worry, don’t worry."

Uesugi Sakura walked towards the moss-covered path of the dilapidated shrine, "Except for perhaps getting bitten by ants, no one will find him in this desolate wilderness."

Hanamaru Hanabi took a look at the bright-eyed Akita looking expectantly at her, broke off a piece of her spicy biscuit and placed it in front of him, then put all the remaining spicy biscuits beside the uncle’s leg as atonement for Sakura-kun knocking him out.

"Little Hanabi, hurry up!" Sakura-kun, about to walk far, called back.

Hanamaru Hanabi whispered an apology on behalf of Uesugi Sakura, then turned to catch up to his pace.

In the tranquil and green pine forest, the two began to return the way they came, with the sound of summer cicadas gradually fading around them.

...

After an unknown amount of time, as the sky gradually darkened, the cicada’s buzz became weaker, and the unknown animal cries emerged from the depths of the forest.

"My pheasant soup!!"

With the Akita licking his cheek, Uncle Sakihara suddenly shot up and sat bolt upright.

Quickly lifting the curtain of grass leaves, he ran to his pot.

Then... his eyes widened.

Only a large and small, old and young, male and female.

A family of fluffy yellow Japan mink had opened the pot’s lid, enjoying their delicious dinner in harmony.

Some holding chicken heads, some gnawing on legs, some fighting sisters for bones, and others sticking their heads into the pot to drink soup.

Seeing the strange uncle run over, the whole family stood upright, paws hanging, black eyes staring intensely at his surprised face.

"Woof woof! Woof woof!!" Akita barked furiously at the Japan mink family.

It had already smelled the fluffy yellow family while sleeping, but despite rushing out and barking, not a single mink from the family paid attention to the Shiba Inu.

All it could do was lick the uncle awake.

"My pheasant soup!!" Frustrated, Uncle Sakihara grabbed his hair with both hands, then hurried up to chase the entire family away.

But the Japan mink on the pot kicked it off with both feet.

The whole family fled in panic, soon disappearing into the peaceful pine forest.

"My pheasant soup!!"

Uncle Sakihara collapsed over the spilled pot on the ground, pounding his fists, crying in sorrow, "I spent two days catching just one pheasant... and now it’s gone..."

"Woof!" Akita trotted with its short little legs and jumped in front of Uncle.

Saddened beyond words, Uncle Sakihara looked up at it: "Akita, the fruits of our two days of hard work were ruined by that evil yellow mink tribe, you must understand my feelings now, right?"

"Woof!" Akita, tail wagging, barked twice at him.

Uncle Sakihara picked it up, holding it up in front of him:

"Akita, I know you understand me, you’re the only one willing to accompany me to this shrine."

"Woof!"

"Right, you do understand me."

Uncle Sakihara carefully put Akita down, "Standing at the pinnacle of the stars, grasping the vast night sky, we need to defeat that Demon King, but... what do we do without food now?"

"Woof woof!"

Akita barked twice again, quickly rushing into the grass hut, carrying out several pieces of spicy biscuits.

"Oh!"

Uncle Sakihara’s eyes instantly lit up, petting Akita’s head with a smile, "Indeed, the most loyal companion of the Heartless Sword Saint is so reliable, bringing him bits of hope in the abyss of the Netherworld Dark Night."

"As expected of Akita."

"Woof woof!" Akita wagged its tail excitedly at the praise.

"But... this biscuit....."

Uncle Sakihara held it before his eyes, right hand supporting his chin, examining it carefully, "It must be from that little girl and her little boyfriend..."

Uncle’s brows gradually furrowed together.

He contemplated for a long time, as the sky quietly darkened, the horizon was filled with endless starry nights.

It was Akita’s barking that awakened him.

Uncle Sakihara’s once grave expression gradually softened, revealing a smile: "Yes, yes... that’s my beloved disciple, we will meet him and that lovely little girl again."

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