Sogo Doma had once privately thought that punching out a nursing home on South Mountain and kicking down a kindergarten in North Sea were the sort of moves that existed only in fantasies. But when the middle-aged robber said "fragrant," he finally understood that fantasies really could Teemo become reality...
"If you think it's so great, then don't go changing your line of work on your own! Don't you think high school girls... Uh—rather, even female high school students aren't something a guy who's spent years fighting elementary schoolers can handle..." Sogo Doma grumbled, inwardly marveling, What a talent...!
The robbed high school girl's mouth twitched. For some reason, after hearing Sogo Doma's commentary, she felt that being targeted by someone like this was making her seem lower and lower. Was that just her imagination?
"I didn't want to either..." The middle-aged robber looked even more aggrieved. "I was clearly quite skilled at dealing with elementary schoolers on my own turf..."
Sogo Doma: "..."
What a perfect use of "skilled." What the hell had this guy been through in the past!?
Just as he was ranting inwardly, the middle-aged robber suddenly grew melancholy. "But who could've expected it!? A group of big men in black would come looking for me. Just like little bro—no, just like you, big bro, they were all carrying guns. If they hadn't had those things, then I definitely would've..."
"Fought them?" Sogo Doma blurted out.
"How could that be? I'd definitely surrender anyway!" The middle-aged robber hurriedly shook his head. "There were so many big men in black! I only had a fruit knife. If they came at me one by one and fought me one-on-one..."
"You could win?" Not just Sogo Doma—even the robbed high school girl rolled her eyes. Given how this guy