Bang!
The old man was accidentally kicked by Mirai and flew out like a cannonball, crashing into a vendor's stall. Amid a rumble, the old man's body smashed most of the items on display to pieces.
When the vendor saw this, his heart filled with a desire for death. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he did not dare say a single word about Uehara Hiromi's identity.
As for going after Mirai... even the Hiramoto people had been sent flying. How could he dare cause trouble for Mirai?!
As for Hiramoto, although he had not been sent flying by that kick, he had been knocked straight to the ground. Half his life was practically gone as he lay there groaning, unable to say a word.
Hiramoto Taro's current state was still the result of Mirai holding back mercilessly. If Mirai had truly used his real strength, without even using any special techniques, Hiramoto Taro—whose body had already been drained dry—might have been kicked to death.
If Mirai wanted to, he could kick Hiramoto's head in without feeling any pressure at all.
Mirai kicked the two men one after another. Afterward, his large hand did not stop. He swiftly grabbed the girl's cheeks as though grasping a steamed bun, directly pinching her mouth shut in an extremely suggestive gesture.
But in truth, the girl had been about to bite her tongue, and Mirai's pinch had directly saved her.
"Mm! Mm!"
The girl widened her eyes and glared furiously at Mirai. Inwardly, she lamented why her fate was so miserable that she could not even die.
"Don't thank me. I'm just a good person who draws his sword when he sees injustice!"
Mirai paid no attention to the girl's gaze and blurted out something straight out of middle-school syndrome. After saying