All the Heroines are my Ex-girlfriends

Chapter 78: "You must be Hayasaka Ai. Given your seniority, you can call me 'uncle.'"

The weekend.

Once again, it was a day when all three girls stayed at Yukima's house.

Yukima Azuma happily started his morning with a jog.

Today, Yukima woke up very early.

He planned to finish his run quickly and get back to cook breakfast for the three girls.

Though that was the plan.

It seemed that things weren't going as expected.

.....

Ochanomizu.

A corner near Meiji Shrine, a spot not very famous.

This is a place that most tourists visiting Tokyo wouldn't stop by.

Around it are several well-known universities, such as Meiji University and Tokyo Medical University.

The bustling neighborhood creates the largest student area in Japan.

At the same time, this area is home to many churches, with the largest bookstore in the country located right here.

This has shaped Ochanomizu into a unique cultural hub.

Being a student district, it was quite quiet in the early morning.

Today, Tokyo was also covered with a thin layer of mist in the morning.

Although visibility was still around 50 meters, the early morning atmosphere of Tokyo felt as though it was wrapped in a mysterious, tranquil veil.

In this early morning scene, as Yukima Azuma was jogging, he happened to pass by an alley.

He heard the sound of hurried footsteps echoing from within the alley.

At the same time, the sound of a girl panting could be clearly heard.

Yukima Azuma lightly slowed his pace.

But then he decided to move on.

He truly had no intention of interfering in matters like this.

Although Yukima Azuma usually behaved politely toward others and was gentle with the girls around him, he wasn't inherently a good person.

He wasn't the type to rush in to help whenever he saw something wrong.

But just as Yukima Azuma was about to step away.

A familiar silhouette in the alley caught his attention, causing him to stop.

In the narrow alley, two girls were rushing through.

One had black hair, wearing an evening dress.

The other girl had blonde hair tied in a side ponytail, dressed in a maid outfit.

Yukima Azuma's gaze fixed on the girl in the maid outfit with blonde hair.

She had sea-blue eyes, skin whiter than the average Japanese person, and looked as if she were of mixed European descent.

Her face bore more Western features than Japanese—high nose, large eyes—seemingly a harmonious blend of Eastern and Western beauty.

Yukima Azuma's gaze lingered on her delicate face.

It was very familiar.

Her face resembled his colleague, or perhaps subordinate, Hayasaka Nao, by about seventy or eighty percent.

That was the real reason Yukima Azuma stopped.

Nao-san had once said that she had a daughter around Yukima Azuma's age.

Yukima Azuma, of course, knew this and he also knew about Nao-san's daughter.

Her name was... Hayasaka Ai.

The two girls noticed the figure appearing at the alley's entrance.

Clearly, they were very tense.

"Oujou-sama, let me hold him off, you go ahead."

The girl in the maid outfit said softly.

Then, she charged directly at Yukima Azuma.

Her movements were swift, clearly showing she had received professional training.

Yukima Azuma didn't want to confront Hayasaka Ai.

With just physical strength, his physical stats were only 7, which wouldn't be enough to overpower her. It would be hard to determine the winner in a short amount of time.

And if he used "Cooking vision."

Yukima Azuma worried he might hurt Hayasaka Ai.

So, suddenly, a terrifying presence emanated from Yukima Azuma, and in an instant, it seemed to materialize.

At that moment, standing at the end of the alley, he didn't appear to be a human anymore.

Instead, it felt like a massive, over ten-meter-tall polar bear, with claws large enough to fill the entire alleyway, its huge frame sending chills down the spine.

The wind rushed into the alley from outside.

It felt as if the roar of that terrifying creature was shaking the very earth and sky.

Hayasaka Ai, charging toward him, suddenly felt her legs weaken, almost stumbling.

Her sea-blue eyes widened.

What the hell is this?

As someone close to the Shinomiya clan.

Hayasaka Ai had been professionally trained as a real agent.

She had also met real international assassins, people who could kill without blinking an eye.

Those people also exuded an overwhelming pressure.

Making it hard to even look them in the eye.

But compared to now, those people were nothing but children.

Behind her, the girl in the evening dress also stopped, warily watching Yukima Azuma.

Yukima Azuma retracted his overwhelming presence.

He stepped further into the alley.

"Who are you? How much did those people pay you? I can double it."

The girl in the evening dress stared at Yukima Azuma and spoke.

Hayasaka Ai quickly pulled the girl in the evening dress behind her.

She understood clearly that the person in front of them wasn't someone who could simply be hired with money.

With both of their eyes filled with caution, Yukima Azuma walked past them.

At that moment, the sound of hurried footsteps from the alley reached them.

From the noise, there must have been at least twenty people.

Yukima Azuma took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his gaze had subtly shifted.

A group of people in black suits, wielding clubs and machetes, were rushing toward them.

They appeared to be members of the Yakuza.

Sadly, in Japan, the Yakuza were legally recognized.

(t/n: according to i found on gg although not sure if it's accurate, it's not really legal or illegal, Yakuza groups are like a company that can make profit and full tax pile (It's just that the way they make profits isn't really that good, although I suspect other capitalists aren't any better either.}, the government turns a blind eye to it, so is look like Being Yakuza is not illegal but it's illegal to do something illegal.)

Hayasaka Ai and the girl in the evening dress, suppressed by Yukima Azuma's overwhelming presence, dared not act recklessly.

But seeing the group of Yakuza chasing after them, they couldn't help but feel extremely anxious.

"Hey, brat, this is Yamaguchi-gumi's business, move aside."

"Stop talking, break his legs and throw him aside, then it's done."

"Don't waste time, those two aren't pushovers, hurry up!"

After several of shouting.

A tall man, holding an iron rod, led the charge.

He swung the rod down, aiming straight for Yukima Azuma's legs.

Yukima Azuma said nothing.

He stepped forward in sync with the oncoming man.

The large Yakuza clearly hadn't expected Yukima Azuma to not only stay and not run away, but also charge toward him.

The iron rod swung through the air.

But he didn't care.

He retracted the rod and prepared to swing it down at Yukima Azuma's head.

However, Yukima Azuma had already closed the distance.

In the blink of an eye, Yukima Azuma extended his hand and grabbed the man's wrist.

There was no special show of strength.

The man let out a blood-curdling scream as the iron rod clattered to the ground.

However, Yukima Azuma didn't stop at the sound of his cries.

Breaking bones, peeling skin, and cutting flesh—these were all mere moments in Yukima Azuma's hands.

The other Yakuza members could only hear their comrade's pig-like screams.

Then, he collapsed, limp, onto the ground.

Looking down at the ground, no one could help but feel a chill run down their spine.

The tall Yakuza, with just one move, now lay on the ground, no longer resembling a human.

His arms and legs were twisted at grotesque angles.

His body was like a heap of mush sprawled out in the alley.

Only the terrifying groans from his mouth remained.

Yukima Azuma frowned.

He reached out, grabbed the man's chin, and yanked it down.

This time, there was no more pitiful scream.

Because even his jaw had been dislocated by Yukima Azuma.

Hayasaka Ai, witnessing this, instinctively swallowed.

This man was terrifying.

The professional assassins hired by the Shinomiya clan, or international mercenaries,

Before this person, they probably wouldn't even last two moves.

Who is he... a top international assassin? Or a legendary hidden master?

Why is he here?

Is he an enemy or an ally?

It's no wonder Hayasaka Ai was overthinking everything.

At this moment, Yukima Azuma's position could decide whether she and her mistress lived or died.

Yukima Azuma picked up the iron rod that had fallen by his feet and swung it a few times.

"Cooking vision" primarily provided a special kind of sight.

Therefore, the specific method was not limited to bare hands.

Using an iron rod was perfectly fine.

In fact, it was even more effective.

The only problem was that the scene would likely be a bit bloody.

But since this was a fight in an alley, with a large number of people present, it wasn't the time to worry about appearances.

Yukima Azuma gripped the iron rod and walked toward the gang.

Over twenty Yakuza, all tall, their bodies covered in tattoos, arms scarred from knives.

But when they saw Yukima Azuma advancing, every one of them who dared to step forward took clumsy steps, slowing down and then retreating.

It was no surprise they were afraid.

This man... was terrifying.

If Yukima Azuma had just landed a direct blow,

and splattered blood everywhere,

these Yakuza would definitely not have cared at all.

In fact, they might have become more eager to charge in at the sight of blood.

But after just one blow, the person he attacked no longer resembled a human.

The scene was something even these seasoned Yakuza had never witnessed before.

That was true fear.

Finally, as Yukima Azuma drew nearer,

a few Yakuza clearly found themselves backed into a corner.

Fear engulfed them, anger surged from deep within their hearts, and recklessness began to boil over.

Long knives were drawn, swinging toward Yukima Azuma as if they aimed to take his life.

Yukima Azuma observed their movements carefully.

"Cooking vision" allowed him to see through the muscles and bones of a person, meaning he could also track how their muscles exerted force and how their joints moved.

From these observations, he could almost predict their next moves.

Thus, Yukima Azuma swung the iron rod in his hand.

The rod was at least longer than their knives.

Yukima Azuma swung it toward their arms, looking like just an idle swing.

But then, a sickening crack of breaking bones rang out.

It wasn't even clear how hard the rod had been swung,

but their arms, at the elbows, were twisted almost 90 degrees in a grotesque manner.

Painful groans erupted from them simultaneously.

Yukima Azuma said nothing, just continued moving forward while swinging the rod.

Almost every few steps he took, another Yakuza would collapse, their body crumpled into a pile on the ground.

The iron rod seemed like a light tap, yet it effortlessly shattered their bones like tofu.

The sound of breaking bones and their pitiful screams echoed through the air, sending chills down anyone who heard them.

In just a few minutes,

more than ten gang members had collapsed on the ground.

The remaining ones, terrified, turned and fled, abandoning everything they were holding, not daring to look back.

Yukima Azuma watched them run away,

casually tossing the bloodied rod aside.

He reached into his pocket, pulled out a tissue, and wiped the blood from his face.

This tissue had originally been meant for wiping sweat, but that was no longer an option.

Looking at the bloodstains on the corner of his shirt, Yukima Azuma felt a bit annoyed.

If he went back like this,

it would surely worry the three girls.

Moreover, the situation couldn't be explained in just a few sentences.

'Troublesome.'

Frowning as he thought about how to handle the situation when he got home, Yukima Azuma looked up and noticed two girls trembling at the entrance of the alley.

Shaking his head, Yukima Azuma temporarily pushed all other thoughts aside.

He walked toward the two girls.

As Yukima Azuma approached, the two girls pressed themselves against the wall of the alley, looking like young girls about to be harassed.

However, one sentence from Yukima Azuma made both of them freeze in place.

Reaching the two girls, Yukima Azuma raised his hand and gently pinched Hayasaka Ai's cheek.

"You must be Hayasaka Ai. Given your seniority, you can call me 'uncle.'"

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