A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World

Chapter 1210: Hi! Fatso is here!

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“D-do you know who my older sister is? Let me tell you. Don’t you leave. Just you wait,” Ignatsu continued to act tough even though the little bean sprout on his head was already cowering in fear.

“Older sister?” Bolton paused for a while, smiled, and said, “I really am interested in who your older sister is. I haven’t heard of any older sister in the primary section. If she can protect you today, we, the Little Tyrants, will become her followers.”

“Enough said, then we’ll be waiting for you in the alley. Don’t you think of running away. We’ve got our eyes on you. If you don’t come over in 10 minutes, we will be going to you,” Bolton said with a chuckle before turning around to walk towards the little alley nearby.

The Little Tyrant Gang followed behind Bolton proudly. If it were not because of the pink wands and the heavy school bags swinging left and right making them look a little cute, they really would give off the impression of a gang.

However, Ignatsu did not find them cute at all at this moment. Bolton was said to be a magic caster. Even if he was a low-tier magic caster, he could easily trample all over him.

Of course, even if he wasn’t a magic caster, just with his height and weight as a sixth grader, he could still easily subdue him.

Many students walked past and looked at Ignatsu with a pitiful gaze. This fellow actually provoked the Little Tyrant Gang. Wasn’t that just courting his own trouble?

“Why isn’t Amy out yet?” Ignatsu stomped anxiously. He only had Daphne and Amy as his friends. Although Daphne’s father and grandfather were all excellent hunters, Daphne was a really good girl who would not be able to provide him with much help.

“Why don’t we escape,” Daphne suggested softly. “My grandfather said that if you meet an opponent you can’t defeat, being able to escape is also an ability.”

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“No, as a man, the word ‘escape’ is not in my dictionary.” Ignatsu shook his head resolutely. He looked left and right. There were Little Tyrants guarding the streets on both sides, so even if they wanted to escape, there was nowhere they could run to.

The school was almost cleared, and there were fewer people at the school’s entrance, but Amy was still nowhere to be seen.

“Could Amy be already home for dinner?” Ignatsu pouted disappointedly. Although Uncle Mag did make good food, it would be terrible if she really went home to eat and forgot about the fight.

“Amy would definitely come if she promised you. Don’t worry,” Daphne said confidently. “Amy is someone who keeps her promises.”

“But if she doesn’t come now, it will be too late,” Ignatsu said worriedly as he looked at Lancome, who was beckoning him over to the alley.

This big fatty who was at least 75 kg could flatten him instantly just by sitting on him. It was precisely because of his size that nobody was a match for him in the primary section, making him the top bully under Bolton.

“No worries. As long as we stand here, they won’t dare to come over,” Daphne said relaxedly.

“No, we’ve already agreed on 10 minutes, and 10 minutes it will be. As a man, I cannot go back on my word.” Ignatsu shook his head. He reached into his pocket and held the three beans in his hand as he leaned over to Daphne, and whispered, “Daphne, just stand at the alley but don’t go over later. Little Tyrants do not hit girls, so they wouldn’t do anything to you. I will go over and make the first move. No matter how many I manage to beat, you have to watch closely. I am not stupid, neither am I a pushover.”

“Go for it, I believe in you,” Daphne encouraged as she clenched her little fist.

“Shouldn’t you be pulling me back?” Ignatsu stared at her.

“Why? I think you make a lot of sense. As a man, it doesn’t matter if you can’t defeat them. Those who don’t dare to go against them are cowards,” Daphne said with a smile.

“I am not a coward. I am Ignatsu. I am a fighter in botanical magic.” Ignatsu’s gaze became resolute as he walked towards the little alley.

Amy, come over quickly, Daphne prayed silently as she followed behind Ignatsu.

“Boss, they’re here,” Lancome shouted into the alley.

“How many?” Bolton asked.

“Just two. Still that little fatty and that little girl,” Lancome said with a smile. “It looks like that little fatty really has no friends. He actually dares to fight with the group of us alone.”

Everyone in the alley burst out into laughter. That was the power of their Little Tyrant Gang.

Ignatsu dragged his feet to the little alley. He was a little stunned when he saw the primary school students with their school bags leaning against the wall. That was a little different from the Little Tyrant Gang that he imagined.

It was supposed to be an awe-inspiring scene with a bunch of little hooligans holding knives and daggers, looking so swag that they could tear the sky apart with a kick. That was what he imagined a gang to be.

However, they…

…were slouching because of the weight of their bags on their shoulders, and looked as though they were punished by a teacher to stand outside the classroom. Even the smiles on their faces looked a little foolish.

As for Bolton, who called himself the little tyrant, he had a sling bag on a shoulder, and was holding a pink wand. His rolled-up pants revealed some of his pink socks, and his evil smile lost all its menace that very instant.

“You are such a disappointment.” Ignatsu sighed. He felt as though his hopes and dreams were dashed. He once wanted to join the Little Tyrants and feel like he was part of the cool people, but he never thought reality would be so different from what he imagined.

“Huh?”

Everyone in the Little Tyrant Gang, who thought that they were all in the coolest pose, was stunned. They looked at Ignatsu, puzzled. Why does this little fatty who is about to get beaten up look as though he was deeply hurt?

Bolton was also bewildered. He started, “Say—”

“Go, devil vine!” Ignatsu pulled his hand out from his pocket and flung it at Bolton. Three black beans flew out and landed at the feet of Bolton, Lancome, and an upper-grade student.

“Devil vine?” Bolton glanced at the seed, lifted his foot, and stomped it into the soil with a smirk. He pointed his wand at Ignatsu and said, “Beat him up!”

“Crunch! Crunch!”

Just then, a black vine sprouted out from the ground and twisted its way up Lancome’s legs instantly like a huge black snake.

Almost immediately, the seeds which Bolton and the other student stepped into the ground also grew out into two black vines, and started twisting their way up their legs, wrapping them up like a dumpling.

“Hi! Fatso is here!” Ignatsu shouted out loudly. He took large strides with his short, thick legs and went bulldozing towards the stunned Bolton.