**Taking It Easy and Saving Someone Along the Way-Soy Sauce Tastes Better the More You Eat It**

Early morning, Kurosaki Clinic.

"Snore... snore..."

Deafening snores echoed throughout the clinic. Following the sound, one could see Wu Biao sprawled face-down on a clinic bed, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.

Of course, he wasn't sick. He simply had nowhere else to stay. The Kurosaki home had terrible soundproofing, and his snores were too loud, so he'd settled for sleeping in the clinic.

Kurosaki Isshin walked in and shook his head at Wu Biao, who was fast asleep on the bed. Half a month had already passed, and his family had gotten used to their new houseguest.

Apart from Shyarly, who still couldn't stand Wu Biao, everyone else had grown accustomed to having him around.

Wu Biao could eat a lot, but he was also quite useful. Whenever there was something to carry or move, he did it all himself.

He got up promptly at seven every morning. Aside from smoking, he had none of the bad habits of other boys his age. He wasn't interested in going online or hanging out with delinquents, and he didn't even have the usual teenage boy's habit of fussing over his appearance.

He spent every day at the clinic in the worn-out white coat he'd changed into.

But... when it came to fighting, Kurosaki Isshin couldn't help shaking his head. This kid called Wu Biao loved fighting far too much. At least he didn't bully anyone. In fact, whenever he saw an honest person being picked on, he'd step in to help.

At most, he'd come up with some ridiculous excuse to beat up every delinquent in the neighborhood. After half a month, their street had become the most peaceful place in all of Karakura Town.

The gangs of punks who used to gather in groups on the street were nowhere to be seen.

Kurosaki Isshin glanced up at the wall clock. It was only five thirty. Wu Biao usually got up by himself at seven every morning, so there was no need to wake him.

But the family had run out of soy sauce, so Isshin had decided to get Wu Biao to go buy some.

Yuzu had said that he should go buy it... but hey, he was a boss now, and he had people working for him!

So someone shamelessly came over to interrupt his sleep.

"Ahem..." Kurosaki Isshin stood by the bed and cleared his throat with an air of authority. Wu Biao naturally didn't react at all, his deafening snores carrying on without a change.

Boy, you're really sleeping soundly.

"Hey, kid, get up!" Kurosaki Isshin stepped forward and patted Wu Biao.

"Mm... quit it..." Wu Biao rolled over and brushed Isshin's hand away, then immediately fell back asleep. They said it was best to wake up naturally, and Wu Biao was the perfect example.

"Get up and go buy soy sauce!" Seeing that, Kurosaki Isshin grinned and stepped forward again to give Wu Biao a hard shove.

People who liked waking up naturally often shared one serious flaw: they had terrible morning tempers.

Wu Biao was unquestionably one of the worst. No one had ever dared disturb his sleep, because nearly everyone who did had ended up with broken bones...

Still groggy, his brain not yet fully awake, Wu Biao grabbed the hand that kept shoving him.

"Hm?" Feeling the tremendous force around his wrist, Kurosaki Isshin's expression changed at once. His mouth twitching, he looked at Wu Biao, who still hadn't opened his eyes. "It's me, Kurosaki Isshin, your old— Aaaah!"

Before he could finish, Wu Biao sat up, grabbed Kurosaki Isshin, heaved him upward, then swiftly slammed him back down.

Bang—

A tremendously heavy thud rang out, and the whole clinic shook.

"Yawn..." Wu Biao let out a huge yawn. "Ah, what time is it?" As he spoke, he started to get out of bed and put on his shoes. But the moment his foot touched the floor, he froze.

"Hey, boss, what kind of new exercise is this? Why are you lying face-down on the floor so early in the morning?"

Looking down, he saw Kurosaki Isshin lying spread-eagled on the floor, tears streaming down his face. The floor beneath him was riddled with cracks, a testament to how hard he'd been thrown.

But Wu Biao had instinctively held back. Otherwise, Kurosaki Isshin's special Gigai would have been all but ruined. Of course, the Gigai was also unusually sturdy.

After all, Wu Biao had been here for half a month. Every day, he'd see that shameless dad sneaking up on his son, only to get kicked out of a second-floor window after a successful sneak attack. After twitching for a while, Isshin would bounce back up and start showing off again.

Two minutes later, Wu Biao, now dressed in a white coat, wiped the saliva sprayed all over his face. Yawning, he staggered toward the convenience store.

The convenience store wasn't far. It took him about ten minutes to walk there. He casually picked out a bottle of soy sauce, paid, and headed home, his eyes scanning the streets as he went.

"There are fewer and fewer punks on this street lately. I can't even find anyone to fight. Boring as hell!" For Wu Biao, who got itchy fists if he went a day without a fight, several days in a row without one had left him feeling itchy all over.

Of course, he'd be even more excited if he found a skilled opponent.

Compared with those "delicate" punks, Wu Biao preferred finding a strong opponent who could push him to use all his strength in an even match. And if he found someone far, far stronger than himself, that would excite him even more.

After all, apart from fighting adults back when he was in kindergarten, he couldn't remember how long it had been since he'd fought someone with all his might.

Just then, a little red ball rolled to Wu Biao's feet.

Wu Biao looked up and saw a girl about thirteen years old running toward him. She wore a red-and-white checked sleeveless top and blue shorts, and had an embarrassed smile on her face.

"Big brother, that ball is mine!"

What a lively kid!

Wu Biao shook his head. Kids these days were so energetic, out playing with a ball this early. He supposed he really was getting old.

He crouched down, picked up the ball, and tossed it back to the girl. Still looking half asleep, he said, "Don't call me big brother. Call me uncle. I'm twenty-five!"

The girl caught the ball. Hearing Wu Biao's words, she wore a plainly baffled expression. No matter how she looked at him, this big brother seemed only about a year older than she was. How could he possibly be twenty-five?

Wu Biao had said his piece and didn't bother with her further. He continued walking.

Just then, a car came straight toward him. Wu Biao quickly dodged to the side of the road, but as it sped past him, he clearly saw the truck driver yawning with sleepy eyes.

"Damn it, if you're not awake, don't drive—" Wu Biao turned and shouted, but before he could finish, his expression changed. The girl in the red-and-white checked top was standing in the middle of the road, as if about to cross the intersection.

The truck wasn't slowing down at all.

"You little brat!"

A flash of red seemed to flicker in Wu Biao's eyes. He slammed his foot into the ground. With a muffled pop, a crater appeared in the hard stone where his foot had struck.

The moment the dull explosion rang out, Wu Biao's body shot toward the girl like a white streak. No ordinary human could possibly move that fast.

He overtook the truck almost instantly. Just before reaching the girl, he stomped hard against the stone with one foot. His foot sank into the ground, carving a trench nearly half a meter long before he came to a stop beside her.

By then, the truck was less than half a meter away. The girl was frozen with fright.

"Screech—" The truck driver finally reacted and slammed on the brakes, but it was too late.

Wu Biao wrapped an arm around the girl's waist and pulled her into his embrace. With his other hand, he slammed down hard on the hood of the speeding truck. The sudden force stopped it so abruptly that its front and back lifted off the ground.

It sailed over Wu Biao and the girl, then overturned with a heavy crash. Even after it flipped, all four wheels spun rapidly in the air, showing just how fast it had been going.

Before long, the truck driver climbed out through the shattered glass. He stared at Wu Biao, still standing where he'd been, his face full of disbelief.

"Holy crap... that hurts!!!"

Wu Biao let out a timely howl of pain and shook his hand vigorously. The sudden impact had hurt horribly, but it was only pain. Brother Biao had recovered from it before long.

After setting the girl down, Wu Biao roared, "You little brat, what the hell did your parents teach you? Don't you know to look out for cars when you're crossing the road?"

At the same time, a man and a woman jumped out of a black car on the other side of the intersection. Their faces full of worry, they hurried over. "Mayi!"

Wu Biao's shout jolted the girl back to her senses. She burst into tears, clearly terrified by what had just happened.

The couple rushed over and held the girl, Mayi, in their arms, anxiously asking, "Are you all right, Mayi? Does anything hurt?"

The girl shook her head. At thirteen, she already understood a lot. If the big brother hadn't suddenly appeared, she would probably have died at the intersection.

But when she looked up, she found that the big brother who had saved her had disappeared.

Strictly speaking, he'd run away... If he'd been any slower, the truck driver might have asked him to pay for the repairs. That would've been awful...