Uncle Sakihara leisurely walked down the road, with his shiny-coated Akita constantly lifting its front paws to step forward.
He saw a multi-story Japanese-style house and immediately noticed his beloved student being chased by a group of men in black suits.
"Woof woof!" The Akita raised its tail and barked.
"What the heck?"
Uncle Sakihara placed his hand over his eyes, leaned forward to take a closer look, and muttered, "Yakuza?"
Uesugi Sakura also clearly saw this affordable master who barked once, and hurriedly ran towards him.
"Hey hey hey, coming towards me?"
Uncle Sakihara put his hand down, quickly drew out a brand-new wooden sword he had bought not long ago, and shouted, "My student!! Come behind me! I'll protect you!!"
He didn't need to say it, Uesugi Sakura already had this plan in mind, glanced at a group of black-clad men running hard behind him, grabbed the baton that had flown out earlier, and quickly ran to the uncle's side.
