I Found a Hole in my Yard. It Might Be a Dungeon, but That’s Now my Garbage Dump

any karate black-belters and judo veterans in the downtown’s nights.

The fist he swung, confident of his superiority in violence, stopped just before it caught Hiroki’s face.

 

 

No, his fist was stopped.

 

 

[Watch out there, what are you suddenly doing?]

 

 

The young man wearing a jersey was easily caught in Hiroki’s palm.

It wasn’t guarded, nor was it blocked, but was caught with the punch’s momentum completely stopped, just like those Chinese Martial Arts masters who use what they called “inner power”.

 

 

If the young man wearing a jersey had any experience in martial arts, he would have been surprised at the difference between their abilities, Hiroki’s skills being superior than his, and would have run away.

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But the man only knew street fights, and as a result, he misjudged the situation and didn’t pull out.

 

 

[Y- You b*stard!]

 

 

The young man wearing a jersey raised his other fist and was about to strike again, but when his center of gravity moved behind him, Hiroki instantly pushed out the center of the man’s chest with the bottom of his palm.

Vigorously blown away just like a character from a gag manga, the young man wearing a jersey crashed nearby two of his friends and with the white of his eyes clearly seen, he fainted.

 

 

The hooligans, who had been told that it was just a simple job of beating up a middle-aged man, were clearly shaken.

 

 

[W- What the heck is he!? What the heck did he do?]

 

 

[Kempo? Karate?]

 

 

[I didn’t hear anything about this!]

 

 

Hearing what they said, Hiroki’s suspicions were confirmed.

 

 

These guys are the subordinates of that yakuza the other day.

 

 

[I’m just a layman that hasn’t really done anything special.
You’re just slow and weak.]

 

 

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That was what Hiroki personally felt.

These guys aren’t scary.
They’re weak.
Slow.
Light.
Frail.

 

 

Hiroki thought about how even though he just took a few steps, the two guys he approached weren’t able to react at all.

Just a light tap and their teeth were blown away.

He thought that if he had just pulled his arm down a bit, he might have immediately dislocated his shoulder and would be kissing the ground.

 

 

[For people who were supposed to be specializing in violence, you sure aren’t working out, aren’t you?]

 

 

Seeing Hiroki, who had literally knocked out another two of them “in the blink of an eye”, smiled and pointed out how they lack skills and training……

 

 

[H- He’s a monster……!]

 

 

Leaving those words, the demoralized hooligans drove off in their Mercedes Benz, leaving those who had collapsed on the street.

 

 

[……What about these guys? I’m not taking them to the hospital, okay? ……Well, whatever.]

 

 

Not deeply thinking about them, Hiroki got into his truck and headed towards the convenience store again.

 

 

After all, today was the release date of the last chapter of the weekly manga series that Hiroki had been following since his school days.

In Hiroki’s mind, that must be more important than the well-being of hooligans who picked a fight with him……

 

 

Gripping the steering wheel, Hiroki seemed to be in a good mood as he hummed a lousy tune.