Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 262 - 214 Ordinary Events, Ordinary People

Chapter 262: Chapter 214 Ordinary Events, Ordinary People

Uncle Sakihara leisurely walked down the road, with his shiny-coated Akita constantly lifting its front paws to step forward.

He saw a multi-story Japanese-style house and immediately noticed his beloved student being chased by a group of men in black suits.

"Woof woof!" The Akita raised its tail and barked.

"What the heck?"

Uncle Sakihara placed his hand over his eyes, leaned forward to take a closer look, and muttered, "Yakuza?"

Uesugi Sakura also clearly saw this affordable master who barked once, and hurriedly ran towards him.

"Hey hey hey, coming towards me?"

Uncle Sakihara put his hand down, quickly drew out a brand-new wooden sword he had bought not long ago, and shouted, "My student!! Come behind me! I’ll protect you!!"

He didn’t need to say it, Uesugi Sakura already had this plan in mind, glanced at a group of black-clad men running hard behind him, grabbed the baton that had flown out earlier, and quickly ran to the uncle’s side.

If he hadn’t been exercising recently, he really couldn’t outrun them.

Those guys weren’t fools, they understood the principle of never going alone if they could attack together, and immediately encircled the two of them.

Chasing from behind, the lean man Uchida snarled ferociously:

"Go——!!!"

Although he didn’t understand what was happening, when Uncle Sakihara saw those cold-steeled batons, he knew these guys were serious.

The men in black suits didn’t care who this newcomer was; they just needed to beat them into a pulp.

They curled their lips, speaking in some unrecognizable Yakuza lingo, and charged forward, swinging their steel batons with force.

It must be said that when more than a dozen people charge up, it creates an immense pressure, but now Uncle Sakihara and Uesugi Sakura only needed to each defend one side.

"Damn! Bullying a young man with so many people, aren’t you ashamed!"

Uncle Sakihara, with anger on his face, faced the attack, double-gripped his wooden sword and stepped to the left, immediately swinging the wooden sword through a gap and striking a Yakuza underling in the face.

The guy’s head tilted, and his body stumbled.

"Whoa!"

The solid wooden sword knocked several of his teeth flying, and as his head swayed with the blade’s shockwaves, his eyes flashed black and white.

He completely lost his sense of direction.

But mixing in with the Yakuza relies on sheer ruthlessness; even if their companion was beaten like that, it didn’t affect them in the slightest, they just swung their batons down.

"Thud thud thud" came several bangs.

The wooden sword was dented in many places, but fortunately, it was of good quality and didn’t break directly.

After fending off two people in a row, Uncle Sakihara took a hit on his arm, the painful numbness of his arm muscles made him grimace.

A human wave attack perfectly counteracts a single person, no matter how formidable he might be, can be overwhelmed by ruthlessness, occupying space and range advantages.

However, with Uncle’s help, Uesugi Sakura didn’t have to worry about any sudden flying sticks or daggers from behind.

With his physical ability, dealing with those guys in front of him was more than enough.

[Legend of Miyamoto Musashi]

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Facing the four guys who were howling and charging first, Uesugi Sakura gripped the collapsed baton with his left hand, tightened his muscles, and in an instant threw it backhanded.

The guy in the floral arm tattoo at the front, seeing something swiftly flying towards his eyes, instinctively recoiled, urgently lowered his head, and blocked with both hands.

The next instant,

He felt a sharp pain in his forearm, heard a series of thuds, a whooshing sound, and bodies hitting the ground.

What... happened?

His pupils quivered, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the stick on the ground. What could possibly occur in such a brief moment?

In the next instant,

Before he could raise his head, his stomach took a harsh knee strike.

"Gah——!"

His eyes bulged, his mouth gaped, and the pain, which shattered the nerves in his abdomen, spread throughout his body. The overwhelming spasms caused his knees to buckle, and he trembled as he fell to his knees.

The floral-arm black suit, in disbelief, lay prostrate on the ground; he had never felt such pain before.

Cold sweat continually seeped out, dripping onto the gravel path.

Why... does it hurt... so much?

He couldn’t gather his composure amidst the painful spasms when Uesugi Sakura struck him with a wooden sword, knocking him unconscious.

Is your wooden sword enchanted?

Why does merely touching someone’s neck knock them out?

"Damn it!"

The remaining three black-suited lackeys, not understanding the situation, could only curse and then stampede forward again.

This time they got smart, understanding that this high schooler was tricky. While running, they threw the sticks from their bodies at Uesugi Sakura, then charged to tackle him.

Intending to topple him over.

We have to admit, their idea was a good one.

But in Uesugi Sakura’s eyes, their thrown sticks were as obvious as a hamburger missing the buns and only having beef and veggies.

He even knew which part of the wooden sword to use to parry, block, and flick them away.

Uesugi Sakura spun his wrist, maneuvering the wooden sword with pinpoint accuracy, deflecting two flying sticks.

He then calmly tilted his head, letting the last steel baton whistle past his ear, crashing into a distant bush.

"Impossible!"

The few thugs charging up once again witnessed something they had never seen in their lives.

It’s uncanny! Too uncanny!

They might even be willing to believe they were extras in a movie.