Tokyoites don't have martial virtue

For the next twenty minutes, Ms. Hinata sobbed as she recounted her story.

In summary, after graduating from high school, she was forced by her parents to marry a somewhat wealthy man, forcing her to give up her dream of attending art school and become a full-time housewife. The man looked down on her, believing that as long as he paid to support his wife, he could beat and verbally abuse her at will, using her to vent his anger.

"So what are your thoughts?" Kyushu Makoto asked earnestly, his fingers interlaced. "Do you think you should accept the status quo for the sake of your husband's financial situation and so-called face, or end this painful marriage and live your own life?"

"My...my thoughts?" Hinata gave a dejected, bitter smile. "What are you talking about? I don't have any thoughts...there's no way to change anything..."

Kyushu Makoto retorted sharply, "No, you have a way!"

As he spoke, Kyushu Makoto took out a pen and a notepad, and closed his eyes again.

“Next, I will divine a way out for you,” Kyushu Makoto said mysteriously.

The next moment, he scribbled a long paragraph on the sticky note, then quickly tore it off and handed it to Ms. Hinata.

“This is…” Miss Hinata looked at the note, her eyes suddenly trembling.

“According to the marriage law of Wano Country, spouses in a marriage can file for divorce under certain conditions. Although there are no explicit examples in the law, the conditions for filing a lawsuit include injury to the spouse due to violence. You can first collect evidence of domestic violence through means such as secretly filming and obtaining medical examinations, and then consult with a lawyer and a legal aid center to sue your husband.” Kyushu Makoto patiently explained the contents of the note:

"Of course, women will encounter many obstacles if they want to sue their husbands. They may be stopped by their family members, and they are more likely to face retaliation from their husbands. So if you take this step, you should be prepared to risk everything."

"But...this is too extreme! Can I really do it..." Hinata-san showed signs of backing down.

"I don't want to encourage you to do anything, I'm just giving you a possibility for the future." Kyushu Makoto's tone was very serious, without a trace of joking.

“My mentor once taught me that you have to fight for your own life with your own hands, even if it costs you your life. But there is no shame in compromising with the status quo, so the decision is still yours.”

"That's enough for today, Ms. Hinata. I don't want to see you here again." Kyushu Makoto stood up and gestured for them to leave.

“As a married woman, I don’t think you should be in this kind of place. After all, it’s an act of infidelity. A law firm is a much better place for you than a brothel.”

Hinata's face darkened, tinged with shame. She stood up dejectedly, a thin mist of confusion clouding her eyes.

"Oh, by the way, my phone number is written on the back of the note." Kyushu Makoto draped his coat over Hinata-san and said gently.

“If your husband continues to abuse you, you can call me for help. I will come to your aid and be your witness.”

Upon hearing this, Hinata swayed slightly and asked in confusion, "Why... are you willing to go to such lengths for me?"

"What a stupid question!" The boy's eyes curved into crescent moons as he smiled naturally. "If you're not lying to me, it means you're being persecuted by others."

"For me, there is never a reason to help people who are suffering."

08. Seniors should be taught how to respect and care for juniors.

After seeing Ms. Hinata off, Makoto Kyushu continued doing odd jobs at the shop.

It was late at night, and many customers were drunk, marking the end of the day's business.

As Kyushu Makoto passed by a bar, he saw a female customer leaning against the man with the "Claude" hairstyle, laughing drunkenly, "Seiya, I'm so happy today!"

"Oh, I'm glad you said that~" The girl named Seiya smiled and asked, "Shall we open another bottle of wine?"

"Okay, give me a bottle of Charoletto red wine~" the female customer said, pointing to the menu.

Seiya saw Kyushu Makoto standing to the side and ordered, "Koharu, bring the POS machine over here!"

Makoto Kyushu took the machine out of his pocket, and the girl customer took out her credit card and swiped it.

However, the POS machine emitted a "beep beep" error sound, indicating that the payment had failed.

"Huh? Has it already sold out?" The female customer covered her mouth in surprise. "Maybe... we should just skip it today?"

"Then let's put it on credit for now, and you can pay me back next time, darling?" Seiya suggested, still holding the female customer.

"But... this month's living expenses are already..." The girl seemed hesitant.

"Hey, don't worry about it! Just think of it as your birthday today, let's indulge a little and celebrate, okay~?" Seiya intensified his offensive, whispering in the girl's ear.

As he spoke, Seiya also slipped a bill into the girl's hand.

“Don’t hesitate, darling~” Seiya said meaningfully, “You see, the other tables also wanted me to come over today, but I turned them all down and stayed with you the whole time, darling?”

The girl gripped the pen tremblingly and slowly placed the pen tip on the signature area of ​​the bill.

“Miss, there’s no need to push yourself.” At this moment, Kyushu Makoto whispered a reminder: “You should spend money within your means. Letting you overspend is not an act of love.”

The girl jerked her wrist as if waking from a dream, and released the pen from her hand.

"Um...maybe we should just skip today?" The girl looked at Seiya with a troubled expression and said, "If this keeps up, I won't be able to pay my rent this month."

The girl stood up, looking embarrassed, and prepared to leave.

“Darling, at least let me take you home!” Seiya also got up, trying to persuade him to stay.

"No need, I want to be alone!" The girl pushed the door open and ran out alone.

"Haru, what are you doing?!" Seiya turned and glared at Kyushu Makoto, his voice serious and angry: "Don't disturb my work, you brat!"

“I don’t mean to bother you, but the customer is already out of money. It’s going too far to squeeze more out of her.” Kyushu Makoto stood calmly, arms crossed.

"I know your job is to make money off women, but there has to be a limit. You can't ruin her normal life, can you?"

"What do you know? You wretched brat!" Seiya was completely enraged, pointing at him and yelling, "So what if she doesn't have money? I'll find her a job to pay her back!"

"You mean that brothel on the next street that's across from us?" Kyushu Makoto frowned, his expression darkening. "By the way, you get a commission for introducing her there, right?"

"What's it to you, you brat!" Sheng also threatened, "You dare to ruin my plans? I won't let you get away with this!"

“Perfect timing. I’ve also been ‘taken care of’ by my seniors quite often, and I’ve always wanted to find an opportunity to repay you all.” Kyushu Makoto rolled up his sleeves and stood firm.

Hearing the commotion, the other girls gathered around and asked, "What's wrong, Seiya?"

"Xiaochun chased my guest away," Shengye said resentfully, raising his chin.

"What are you doing, Xiaochun!" A tall, thin woman stepped forward and shoved Kyushu Cheng rudely. "You waiter, don't interfere with our work!"

The spiky-haired girl chimed in, adding fuel to the fire: "This is the same kid who made Huimei cry today. I think we should just have the manager fire him."

The ***s glared at Kyushu Makoto with hostile eyes, which annoyed him greatly.

Since these senior colleagues have been bullying me in the workplace for a long time, instead of continuing to make a fuss in this lukewarm way, I might as well kick the bucket and speak frankly.

"I'm going to the alley behind the back door to get some fresh air. You guys should calm down too." Kyushu Makoto grabbed an umbrella, then shoved a guy aside and headed straight for the back door.

"Does he want us to follow him?" the spiky-haired guy asked curiously.

"This is definitely a provocation!" The tall, thin man frowned in thought.

"Anyway, the camera at the back door has been broken for a long time. I'm going to teach this kid a lesson!" Seiya clenched his fist and took the lead towards the back door.

And so, the five girls followed Kyushu Makoto into the dimly lit alley behind the bar.

"Harukawa, die!" Seiya swung his fist and fiercely smashed it towards Kyushu Makoto's face.

However, Makoto Kyushu adopted a boxing stance to dodge the opponent's attack.

"boom!"

He kicked Seiya in the knee, knocking him to the ground.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the other thugs also surrounded and attacked.

In his previous life, Makoto Kyushu was a martial artist who had assisted the police in several anti-gang operations, meaning he had dealt with gangsters.

In contrast, these thugs, though they could be called "gangsters," hadn't received any professional fighting training. Their movements were exaggerated, and their stances were unsteady. In Kyushu Makoto's eyes, they were simply a bunch of innocent and naive puppies, utterly intimidating.

Kyushu Makoto easily dodged their attacks and then kicked them hard in their weak spots, such as their knees or livers.

Within a few rounds, the ***s collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

Kyushu Makoto walked up to Seiya, grabbed him by the collar, and demanded, "Do you hate me?"

"Of course I hate you! Why do you get paid so much for such an easy job!" Seiya cursed, resentfully saying, "Why?! Just because you're an orphan!"

His colleagues at the store were aware of Kyushu Makoto's family situation and knew that the store manager was secretly taking care of him. Even so, they couldn't help but feel jealous of him.

Why should someone like Kyushu Makoto, a lowly errand boy with no business acumen, receive a higher base salary than them? Just because he's an orphan?

"It seems our conflict is irreconcilable." Hearing this, Kyushu Makoto raised an eyebrow, smiled helplessly, a smile of relief that sent a chill down Seiya's spine.

“I admit that I'm able to work here thanks to the store manager's kindness, and it's understandable that you feel I'm getting something for nothing. That's why I've been refraining from arguing with you during work hours, just to save face for the store manager and you all. But I won't tolerate this forever!”

Kyushu Makoto raised the umbrella in his hand, his gaze gradually turning fierce, and a mad wolf seemed to leap out of his dark pupils.

"You despicable people, don't you know you've committed 'workplace harassment'?"

He swung the umbrella and stabbed it hard into Seiya's stomach.

"Gulp..." Seiya opened his mouth wide in pain and gagged. "Harukawa! How dare you..."

"For those of you who don't know how to respect your juniors or your guests, I need to correct your thinking. I can't let you continue to harm others." Kyushu Makoto's tone was calm, yet it was like a volcano about to erupt, a calmness that sent chills down one's spine.

"Now I'm going to have a serious talk with you. After all, you provoked me first, so you have only yourself to blame. Don't complain!"

……

Ten minutes later, Kyushu Makoto shook his umbrella and coldly ordered his colleagues:

"I don't want to stop you from making money, but please leave your customers a way to make a living. I can't even stand your greedy behavior anymore. Also, I'm a weak man who's terrified of workplace violence, so I hope everyone will treat me well from now on. Do you understand?"

At this moment, a man lying on the ground, covered in dust, shouted unwillingly, "Chunchuan! Don't think this is over! You just wait!"

Kyushu Makoto thought for a moment, then went back, swung his umbrella, and stabbed the man hard in the stomach. The man cried out in pain, almost coughing up his internal organs.

"What do you mean 'don't let this go'? Are you going to get revenge on me? Are you planning to call a bunch of thugs to teach me a lesson?" Kyushu Makoto grabbed the man's hair, pulled a plastic pair of scissors from his pocket, and stared at him with a menacing gaze.