Living in Tokyo, all I want to do is laze around.

They are utterly ignorant and arrogant!

......

The whistling sound of the baton ceased.

The resulting image showed a middle-aged man unconscious, his eyes rolled back, lying on the ground.

Dust covered his black suit, and his usually indifferent profile was scratched by several small pebbles.

The stick flew and rolled ten meters outside the door before finally coming to a stop.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Silence. The entire room was silent.

Even the sound of the house could be heard

The chirping of insects in the grass outside the wall in summer.

"President...President...President?" The lean man, Uchida, seemed to be struggling to process the image.

Accept that image of the man in black lying face down on the ground.

"......"

A moment later, the lean man, Uchida, raised his eyes, which were wide open to the extreme, and looked at the high school student who had moved to a different position and was holding a wooden sword.

What, what is that?

His gaze began to dart back and forth between Hirabayashi Mikio and Uesugi Kai, just to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

How would a person react if something impossible in reality happened to them?

For Uchida, it was a process of first being stunned, then surprised, then incredulous, and finally finding it completely unacceptable.

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

How could a high school student with a wooden sword possibly take down a gang leader who has been involved in the yakuza for over ten years in one move?

How many fights has the club president been in? How many times has he beaten people up? How many times has he bled?

There are simply too many to count!

A greenhorn high school student... How is that possible?

Kai Uesugi remained calm, squatted down, and took out Hanabi's magatama from Hirabayashi Mikio's suit pocket.

Then he stood up, tucked the wooden sword under his arm, took out a wet tissue from his pocket, wiped the crimson jade clean, and finally hung it around his neck, overlapping it with his own.

“Hey, hey, hey,” the lean man Uchida kept shaking his head at him, “It’s definitely fake, right? How could anyone knock someone out with a wooden sword? There’s no such fake scene in TV dramas.”

Kai Uesugi began to walk slowly toward the group of men in black suits:

"By applying force to the carotid sinus with a precision of two decimal places, one can render the other unconscious without killing them."

"Hehe, hehehe, you brat, you must be joking. It must be a coincidence, a coincidence, right?" The lean man drew the dagger from his waist and carefully signaled to his companions behind him to attack him.

Whether it's true or not, you'll have to verify it yourself to be sure.

“Once the carotid sinus is compressed, it will think that the blood pressure is rising and try to lower the blood pressure. If the compression is too strong, the blood pressure will drop suddenly, which may lead to insufficient blood supply to the brain, a decrease in heart rate, and even fainting.”

Kai Uesugi noticed their subtle actions.

"By the way, all of the above knowledge was learned online; this is my second attempt."

Uchida roared, "What a joke! Do you think I'd play this stupid high school comic game with you? Get him! Tie him up!"

Even though the group of underlings were wondering why their leader had suddenly fallen, they rushed forward because their second-in-command had said so. There was no armed fight that couldn't be resolved by a swarm of people rushing in.

If so, then add a few more people to press down on it.

Uesugi Kai might not have a good solution to this problem, but Miyamoto Musashi might.

His philosophy was that everything is a sword.

Swordsmanship is secondary. What good is superb swordsmanship if you can't win a battle?

So, in the famous "Ganryu Island Duel," he deliberately stood up Sasaki Kojiro, arriving a dozen minutes late to annoy the guy and then, by taking advantage of his position away from the sun, he won the match.

From a modern perspective, it might be considered despicable.

However, he did use his intelligence and decision-making in the battle to find a more advantageous way out for himself.

Uesugi Kai didn't need to argue with those who robbed his property about despicable methods; he just needed to subdue them all.

Swordsmanship is difficult to execute when surrounded by a swarm of people.

Even if Miyamoto Musashi's swordsmanship was superb, he couldn't possibly defeat a group of people with a wooden sword while having the physical abilities of a high school student.

Then the only option is... to retreat one after the other.

Kai Uesugi quickly turned around and stepped out the door.

Coincidentally, not far away, A-Chai lured the uncle over.

###Chapter 214 Ordinary Events, Ordinary People###

Uncle Sakakibara strolled leisurely down the road, while the Shiba Inu with its glossy fur kept lifting its front paws to step out.

Upon seeing a multi-story Japanese-style mansion, he discovered that his beloved student was being chased by a group of people in black suits.

"Woof woof!" A Chai barked, raising its tail.

"What the hell?" Uncle Sakakibara covered his eyes with his hands and leaned forward to take a closer look. "The underworld?"

Uesugi Kai also clearly saw the cheap master who had called out once, and hurriedly ran towards him.

"Hey, are you coming this way?"

Uncle Sakakibara lowered his hand, quickly drew the brand-new wooden sword he had recently bought from behind him, and shouted, "My beloved disciple!! Come behind me! I'll protect you!!"

Without him saying anything, Uesugi Kai already had this plan in mind. He glanced at the group of burly men in black suits behind him and quickly ran to the uncle's side.

Those guys weren't idiots; they understood the principle of never going in alone if they could attack together, so they immediately surrounded the two of them.

The lean man, Uchida, who was chasing behind, roared with a ferocious expression:

"superior--!!!"

Although he didn't understand what was going on, Uncle Sakakibara knew from the sight of those steel batons gleaming with a chilling light that these guys were clearly serious.

They pursed their lips and muttered some obscure, trite phrases as they charged forward in unison, swinging their steel batons with all their might.

The men in black suits didn't care who this newcomer was; they just wanted to cripple him.

It has to be said that the sight of a dozen or so people rushing over was very intimidating, but right now Uncle Sakakibara and Kai Uesugi only need to hold their ground on one side.

"Damn it! A bunch of people bullying a young man, don't they have any shame?!"

Uncle Sakakibara, his face contorted with rage, gripped his wooden sword with both hands, stepped to the left, and immediately swung the sword through the gap, slashing a yakuza underling across the face.

His head tilted to the side, and his body staggered.

The hard wooden knife knocked out several of the guy's teeth, and his head swayed back and forth from the shock of the blade, his eyes flashing black and white.

I'm completely lost.

But those who thrive in the underworld rely on sheer ruthlessness; even if their companions are injured, it won't affect their performance in the slightest. They continue swinging their batons down.

After pulling at the two men, Uncle Sakakibara was hit on the arm with a stick, and the pain from the numb muscles made him grimac.

The human wave tactic is a perfect counter to dealing with a single person. No matter how powerful a guy is, he can still use his ruthlessness to swarm in and take advantage of space and area.

However, with the older man's help, Uesugi Kai no longer needed to worry about any sticks suddenly flying from behind.

The Legend of Miyamoto Musashi

Status: On

Facing the four guys who charged at him with strange cries, Uesugi Kai gripped the baton that had been retracted into a single section in his left hand, tensed his muscles, and threw it out instantly with a backhand.

The man in the black suit with tattooed arms, who was at the front, saw something flying rapidly toward his eyes. His body instinctively began to feel fear, and he quickly shrank his neck and put his hands across his head to block it.

The next moment,

He felt the pain of the piercing in his forearm and heard muffled sounds, whooshing sounds, and thuds of people falling to the ground.

what happened?

His pupils trembled, and he caught a glimpse of the stick that had appeared on the ground out of the corner of his eye. What could happen in such a short time?

The next instant,

Before he could even raise his head, he was struck hard in the stomach with a knee strike.

"Puha—!"

His eyes widened, his mouth gaped open, and the excruciating pain that coursed through his abdominal nerves shattered his entire body. The indescribable, violent spasms made his legs go weak, and he collapsed to his knees, trembling.

The man in the tattooed black suit lay prostrate on the ground in disbelief, having never felt such pain before.

Cold sweat kept seeping out, dripping onto the gravel of the path.

Why... does it hurt so much?

Unable to process the excruciating pain and think clearly, Uesugi Kai knocked the guy unconscious with a single blow from his wooden sword.

Is your wooden sword enchanted?

Why would someone get dizzy just from touching their neck?

"Oh shit!"

The remaining three henchmen in black suits, completely bewildered, could only mutter a few curses before charging forward again.

They learned their lesson and realized this high school student was strange. As they ran, they threw the sticks they were carrying at Kai Uesugi with all their might and then rammed into him with their bodies.

She attempted to tackle him.

It must be said that their idea was good.

But in Uesugi Kai's eyes, the sticks they threw were as obvious as a hamburger with only beef and vegetables and no bread.