Chapter 165.2 - Ooyama Daisuke

Chapter 165.2 - Ooyama Daisuke

The yankee was closing in while grasping the knife in his right hand.

Naturally, I had no experience in fighting against an opponent armed with an edged tool.

Dammit, ain't the time to get cold feet It's just a cheap, dull knife. These gutless yankees wouldn't be able to beat my karate!

But still, I'm really gonna die if I get stabbed by that knife.

I might really die. This wasn't a brawl anymore, it was a death battle.

Can I win this? I can someone who escaped from karate like me win this

ORAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

!!??

I snapped out when the blade of the butterfly knife arrived right in front of my eyes.

That was close, just barely dodged that one.

SHAAAAAAAAA!

I felt a dull pain running down my leg. Dammit, did he kick me just now!?

GUH!?

Unexpectedly, my stance crumbled. But ain't gonna fall on this place, so I forced myself to propped up.

SHAAA! RAAA!

Kuh!

I stepped back upon seeing the cold knife's blade swing before me. When my stance was already half-crumbled, the knife came to take my life, and I was unable to move for some reason.

SHAORAAAAAAAAA!

GUHA!

And then, my body finally collapsed on the cold floor after receiving another sharp kick. And then, a sharp kick landed on my stomach as if to not give me any moment to breathe.

U GUH

DIE! DIE BALDYYYYYYYYYY!

And then, numerous kicks landed on my collapsed body. He was aiming for my flank and face and had yet to show any intention to stop. That was only natural since this wasn't a match, this was street brawling

Fuh, weak, this fu*ker is too weak. This baldy is just all bark and no bite!

Geez, now you said the words that you shouldve never said to me.

Weak. Sure, I was weak. There was no way I, who showed such an ugly appearance, was strong Dammit, it seems I got cold feet cos this small fry suddenly took out a knife.

This yankee wouldn't dare to stab me. I noticed now that all they did was brandish it to show off and use that gap to attack. That was his basic tactic.

When my focus was completely on the brandished knife, he landed a low-kick on my unguarded leg.

And I lost so easily against such cheap tactics. No matter how you look at it, it was my loss.

Urgh Dammit

He didn't seem to be bluffing. That yankee was right, the passerby fella was a tough one. He was tall and burly. A bear-like man. Moreover, that wasn't all, his muscle was extremely tempered, maybe even more than mine.

Judging by appearance, he looked like a calm and composed big man with round-thin glasses and was clearly older than me. Senior high school, no, he might be a college student.

Haha, so it's judo after karate. Fine, defeating both of ya will increase my fame.

He took out his butterfly knife while shouting vigorously.

Yeah, even if he was practicing martial arts, there was a difference between being able to face an armed opponent and not. After all, modern martial arts were nothing more than a sport

Uhm, since you take out a knife, I guess I can't go easy on you. Are you ready?

Fool! The one who needs to get prepared is yoGOGH!?

Just when I thought the knife bastard was going to charge towards the judo guy, he stopped right after he took the first step.

Both of them were out of each other's reach. And yet, the knife-wielding yankee bastard actually dared to yell at the judo guy.

The attack came from outside of the range. It was a long-distance attack.

In short, the judo guy threw a stone at the knife-wielding Yankee.

O-Oi, how dare you throw stone!?

That's cheating, is your judo just for show!

The hell you're talking about, this is a brawl, right? Why should I use martial arts rules in a brawl? And since you ba$tard are using a knife, it means that I can use stone.

The judo guy threw the stone calmly as he walked towards the knife-wielding yankee who just staggered after his head got hit by a stone, and lifted the latter by the cuff of his neck.

Well, since you're asking for it, I shall use some judo moves on you.

And thus, he performed a splendid shoulder throw.

The knife-wielding yankee's back struck against the asphalt. Even I shuddered upon seeing such perfect execution of shoulder throw since it didn't allow any resistance at all.

Ka, Hi Fu

The mouth of the knife-wielding yankee was flapping repeatedly like a goldfish gasping for water. Yeah, that must be really painful.

Well then, who's next?

Oi, this is bad.

Yeah, this ba$tard is dangerous.

The two other yankees started to get cold feet upon seeing the judo guy easily turn the table against their comrade. I could see that their eyes had already lost their fighting spirit.

Humph, if you lost your balls, then get out of here quickly, and don't forget to bring your fallen friend too. I'm telling the truth about calling the police, they're tad too slow and troublesome though.

It seems that even those idiot yankees had realized at this moment that trying to fight the judo guy would only result in them experiencing the same pain as their comrade. The two then carried the knife-wielding yankee with them as they left the alley.

Are you okay? That was a close call huh.

Big, strong, and burly. I was saved by the very personification of my ideal image of a man, I felt so miserable and yet glad at the same time.

Surely, the moment I lost against the knife-wielding yankee was the moment I lost my confidence as a man.

That's why I felt like my meeting with this judo guy was a fateful encounter.

The time when I knew that his name was Sugino Takashi, the student who took the entrance test for the same high-school as me, was when we met again during the season when cherry blossoms bloomed at the entrance ceremony of Shiromine High.