I teach judo in Tokyo

Chapter 77 Are you dismantling it again?
  After Sousuke borrowed a wooden sword from the Kendo Club, he left the school.

Before leaving, he had completed the daily teaching of Wu Fang Mo Zi.

Coupled with the five cards of Fukuzawa Yukichi handed to him by Motoko Gokata before saying goodbye, it was a critical strike combined with the qualifications and entries of this SSR disciple.

Today, he made an income of 660,000 yen from Goka Motoko alone.

This is much faster than grabbing money!

As for the invitation from Tenguangji, the leader of the Kendo Club.

He thought for a moment and initially agreed.

After all, being able to be upright and fight one against a hundred in public only happens once a year.

However, he also expressed his concerns - he is already a member of the judo club first, and if there is an event conflict, he can only participate in the judo club's competitions.

This is a matter of integrity.

Tenkoji naturally agreed and said that he would be the one to communicate with Iga Yahiko.

Although it is rare for one person to join two clubs, and both clubs are sports clubs.

But as long as a person's value is great enough, even the iron law will show its kindness.

After everything was done, Zongsuke couldn't help but feel relieved.

This day-to-day life is a bit too fulfilling.

However, before going home, there is still a hidden danger that needs to be resolved.

After Zongsuke walked out of the school gate, he went directly to the old house in his mind with a clear goal.

It was getting late, and dim lights were already on in the broken house, and occasionally rude curses could be heard.

Pedestrians passing by will subconsciously avoid and take a detour when passing the door.

This is the stronghold supported by Wakatou of the Yanmi Group who was wiped out by Sosuke alone last time.

That Wakatou assistant is called Nishida or something, forget it, let’s call him Nishida.

Zongsuke stood across the road and observed quietly for a while.

Then he took off his shirt, moved his shoulders, pulled out the wooden knife wrapped in the cloth bag, and walked straight into the house.

As soon as I walked in, I smelled the choking smell of smoke.

The whole first floor was densely packed with noisy and extremely young men, all with fierce eyes and sinister expressions.

The number of people was much higher than the last time Zongsuke raided.

Sousuke was tall and naked, his upper body was muscular, and he was holding a wooden sword in his right hand. He showed his ferocious aura as he fought towards the door.

The image of someone who was obviously looking for trouble immediately attracted the attention of this group of people.

Immediately, two people walked over with ferocious smiles and said "Baga."

The next second, the two men were slashed on the shoulders with wooden swords and fell to their knees screaming.

As the two screamed, the noisy voices in the audience suddenly fell silent, which in turn accentuated the screams.

Zongsuke glanced calmly and saw that there were about thirty people.

The system panel shows that they are all ordinary gangsters whose street fighting level does not exceed 3.

He has newly learned the art of swordsmanship, and the lethality of weapons is several times that of himself without weapons. If it is not possible, he can still try the "liberation" of his newly acquired SSR skills today.

In other words, he can be unparalleled in being surrounded by this group of social garbage.

So, he asked loudly and confidently: "Who among you can answer - is that guy from Xitian here?" The person who answered him was a green-haired young man.

His answer was simple - cussing and charging forward with a baseball bat ready to attack.

Zongsuke arrived first and hit him with a heavy knife on the hand holding the bat.

The poor green-haired Yakuza knelt down and screamed while holding his deformed and drooping severed hand. Then he was kicked two meters away by Sousuke.

Zongsuke shrugged, then took a step back, blocking the doorway.

He said noncommittally: "Forget it, I can't reason with you gangsters, let's talk about it after the fight!"

"You guys come together!"

Half an hour later, Shoji Nishida, who hurried back after receiving the call, walked into the house.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Atobe Sousuke sitting calmly on the stairs.

He was humming a song with a special tune and sat there wiping the blood on the wooden knife with a towel.

"Er~er, err~er, err~err~errer~err, hey-"

Along with his singing, more than twenty Yakuza youths who lay on the ground and did not dare to move, could only moan one after another, seemed to be accompanying him.

Nishida Shoji's pupils shrank.

He rubbed his face, put on a smile, and walked into the room carefully.

"Atobu-san, you are very happy today, but what do you mean, these guys have offended you again?"

Under the shocked gazes of all his subordinates, the powerful boss Nishida Shoji, known as "Tora Yanmi", was like a mouse meeting a cat at this moment, talking to the incredibly powerful male student with a smile.

Zongsuke wiped the wooden knife leisurely, raised his eyes and looked at the other party: "Uncle Nishida, what you promised me last time, why does it sound like farting?"

Nishida Shoji wiped the sweat from his head and asked carefully: "Atobe-san, I don't quite understand. Can you explain it more clearly?"

Then his face turned serious: "Although I am an extreme person that you serious people despise, my loyalty and credibility account for more than half of being able to sit in this position. I will never go back on what I promised. There must be a misunderstanding! "

Sousuke stopped wiping the wooden knife and raised his head to look at Nishida Shoji with a smile: "Today on my way to school, I saw some 'little mice' staring at me. After thinking about it, except for the Yanmi group, I It seems that there is no grudge against other Yakuza organizations.”

He stood up, walked slowly to Shoji Nishida with a wooden sword in one hand, and looked at him with deep meaning in his eyes: "Apart from Uncle Nishida, who else would want to make things difficult for me, an ordinary high school student?"

Damn it, are you ordinary?
  You forcibly demolished my stronghold twice, and your achievements are no less than those of those serious legends who have been demolished. You say you are an "ordinary high school student"! ?

Do you want some face?

Nishida Shoji took half a step back, slightly raising his hands to express surrender: "Atobe-san, I know who did it."

"Who?" Zongsuke asked with a smile.

"Team Yanmi." Nishida Shoji paused and saw Sousuke's eyes narrowed slightly, and a huge sense of crisis filled his heart.

He quickly continued: "It was another assistant Wakatashi of the Yanmi group who did it, not me!"

He smiled bitterly: "To be honest, after I was defeated by you last time, the news spread, and my status in the group plummeted, and I had no right to speak for a long time. And I was warned."

He seemed to have thought of something, and after a pause in his voice, he changed his words and said, "The person who is eyeing you is probably Uesugi Hiroshi. He has been the most popular person in the group recently."

"Uesugi." Sousuke touched his chin and motioned for the other party to continue.

"Atobe-san" Nishida Shoji glanced at Atobe Sousuke hesitantly, "Last time you raided my stronghold by yourself, it not only damaged my reputation, but also seriously damaged the deterrence of the Yanmi group. That guy Uesugi is currently in a period of rapid development, and he wants to please Wakatou, so it’s only natural that he’s targeting you for this reason, and that he wants to regain the reputation of the Yanmi-gumi team.”

Zongsuke was silent for a moment, scratched his head and said, "So I have to demolish Uesugi's lair, right?"

Shoji Nishida:.
  No, are all young people today so reckless? Are you going to tear down someone's nest if you don't agree with them?

Are times changing too fast, or am I really old and can't keep up with development?
  Maybe it's time to wash your hands.
  (End of this chapter)