Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 261 - 213: Sakura is just an ordinary high school student_2

Chapter 261: Chapter 213: Sakura is just an ordinary high school student_2

"If you don’t want to be crippled, get out of my way."

"Leave the stuff, and you guys can go." Uesugi Sakura saw a group of people holding a PS5 console, a bag of money, and Hanabi’s tablet.

The line to the Red Hook Jade was still in the hand of the man standing at the front.

Turns out it’s not debt collection, but a robbery.

"Hey hey hey, no way, no way!"

Hearing his words, the lean man let out a disbelieving snort and shouted, "Punk!! Get a grip on reality, will you!! Which side has more people right now!? Holding a wooden sword, watched too much manga, have you!?"

Saying this, he pulled a dagger out of his pocket and prepared to rush forward.

"Uchida."

Hirahara Ganbo’s right hand blocked his chest.

The lean man named Uchida glanced at his fierce-looking boss and backed down, for now.

"I’ll say it again, move aside."

Uesugi Sakura knew they didn’t have guns, nor did they bring long weapons.

— Based on the information he had, this group should have been here to collect a debt due to his uncle’s matters. After all, there has been no shortage of debt collectors these days.

But what’s the meaning of directly robbing and then hastily wanting to leave?

Unless— they are afraid of something.

Uesugi Sakura now decided not to let them leave. Knocking them all out here was the best decision for quickly resolving the situation.

"Hey hey! Punk!" The lean man shouted, becoming more irritated the more he looked at him, wondering what the hell that wooden sword was.

Uesugi Sakura stepped forward, his right hand gripping the wooden sword:

"Chattering, chattering, aren’t you tired? If you had put down the stuff earlier, you could have left, but now, I don’t plan to let you pass."

"Spouting nonsense."

Hirahara Ganbo was very decisive, and seeing that he still wouldn’t move, he instructed his men to put down the things in their hands.

In front of Uesugi Sakura was a sea of black suits, and Hirahara Ganbo was the first to pull out a finely crafted short stick from his belt and gave it a firm swing.

The silver metallic coating immediately flashed with a blinding light.

He was not someone who only let his subordinates do the work.

Without any more nonsense, Hirahara Ganbo took a few quick steps forward, dragging the swing stick for a horizontal strike aimed at Uesugi Sakura’s arm.

He was no small-time thug; he had been around Matsuyama City for a long time, climbing step by step since he dropped out of middle school and roamed the streets, seeing countless vicious characters and Yakuza heads who stepped on others’ heads with blank expressions.

The hateful scars all over his body were the experience and ferocity from those armed brawls.

He didn’t like to talk much; he preferred to do things himself, whether it was collecting debts or lending money, always with that fierce look in his eyes to let those guys know—this person wasn’t to be messed with.

The solid muscles hidden beneath the sleeves of his dark suit were enough to take down six or seven people simultaneously.

As for the high school student blocking the door?

Hirahara Ganbo didn’t even bother to care, figuring a hard enough hit to his fragile, inexperienced psyche with a bone-breaking pain would teach him he was in the wrong place.

The excruciating pain that made you suffocate, numbed nerves, and cramped muscles—this naive kid... hehe... must never have felt it.

Hirahara Ganbo’s strong physique quickly approached, swinging the exquisite steel stick hard towards Uesugi Sakura’s hand gripping the wooden sword.

In an instant, all he heard was the whooshing sound in his ears.

Seeing his boss not immediately attack the head, the lean man Uchida understood that his boss wanted to teach him a profound lesson.

He really couldn’t understand how a high school student, holding a wooden sword, could have the confidence to block the door for a dozen adults?

Completely oblivious to the world’s realities!

...

The wooden sword swung out.

The whooshing sound of the swing stick abruptly ceased.

The resulting scene was a middle-aged man losing consciousness, eyes rolled back, lying on the ground.

Dust climbed all over his black suit, and his unfazed side of the face that hadn’t had time to react scraped against several small stones.

The stick, after rolling about ten meters outside the door, finally came to a halt.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Silence, the entire place fell silent.

You could even hear the summer insects chirping in the grass outside the wall.

"Bo... bo... bo... boss?" The lean man Uchida seemed to be struggling to register the scene.

Registering the scene of the man in black lying face down on the ground.

"...."

A moment later, the lean man Uchida raised his eyes wide open to their limits, looking at the high school student who had shifted position, wooden sword in hand.

What the hell?

His gaze began to rapidly jump back and forth between Hirahara Ganbo and Uesugi Sakura to verify that he wasn’t seeing things.

When something impossible in reality appears before you, how does a person react?

For Uchida, it’s first stunned, then surprised, then disbelief, and finally utter rejection.

It must be fake, it must be fake, right?

How could a high school student with a wooden sword take down a Yakuza boss with over a decade of experience in one move?

The boss has been in countless fights, beaten dozens of people, bled countless times?

It’s countless!

A snot-nosed high school student... how could this be possible?

Uesugi Sakura, however, remained calm, squatted down, and retrieved Hanabi’s Hook Jade from Hirahara Ganbo’s suit pocket.

Then he stood up, with the wooden sword tucked under his arm, pulled out a wet wipe from his pocket, wiped clean that Red Hook Jade, and finally hung it around his neck, aligning it with his own.

"Hey hey hey hey," the lean man Uchida shook his head at him repeatedly, "it’s definitely fake, right? How could anyone knock someone out in one hit with a wooden sword, not even TV shows are that fake."

Uesugi Sakura started walking slowly towards the group in black suits:

"You just need to apply force to the carotid sinus precise to two decimal points to make a person faint without causing death."

"Hehe, heheh, you must be joking, talking nonsense to deceive, it must be coincidence, coincidence, right?"

The lean man drew the dagger from his waist and signaled his companions behind to attack together.

To verify whether it’s real, they need to go up and test it themselves.

"Once the carotid sinus is pressed, it assumes the blood pressure is rising and lowers the blood pressure. If pressed too hard, the blood pressure drops rapidly, potentially leading to insufficient blood supply to the brain, reduced heart rate, hence fainting."

Uesugi Sakura saw their little actions.

"Oh, by the way, all the knowledge above I learned online, this is my second attempt."

Uchida roared: "What a joke! You think I’ll humor you in this high-school comic game? Everyone, attack him! Tie him up!"

Even though a group of underlings wondered why their boss suddenly fell, with the second-in-command giving the order, they rushed forward.

There is no armed fight that can’t be solved by swarming.

If there’s any, just pile more people on top of that.

Uesugi Sakura might not have a good way to solve this matter, but Miyamoto Musashi might.

His philosophy was that everything is the sword.

Swordsmanship was secondary; no matter how extraordinary, if the battle seemed unwinnable, what good was high skill?

So, in the famous "Iwayado Island Duel," he intentionally made Sasaki Koichiro wait, arriving ten minutes late to throw him off balance, then using the advantage of a backlit position, he won the battle.

To modern eyes, it may seem despicable.

But he used intelligence and strategy in combat to find a more favorable outcome.

Uesugi Sakura didn’t need to concern himself with whether the methods used on those robbing his family were despicable, as long as he subdued them thoroughly.

Swordsmanship isn’t easily executed when swarmed by people.

Even if Miyamoto Musashi’s skills were superior, it’s unlikely he could KO a group with a wooden sword given a high schooler’s physical attributes.

So the only option is... to retreat.

Uesugi Sakura quickly turned and stepped out the gate.

Just in time, not too far away, Achai had brought an uncle over.