Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

You can't switch sides so quickly, can you? You should at least do some maneuvering, raise your own value, and find a way to back down gracefully.

Could this be a trap set by Dong Wenyu, trying to lure him into an ambush?

But yours is way too obvious!

Or is he a die-hard fan of Dong Wenyu, with 100% confidence in his abilities?

Before Uesugi Kiyoshi could figure it out, amidst the pattering rain, came the sound of hurried footsteps approaching from afar.

Uesugi Kiyoshi turned his head slightly and saw a cherry blossom-colored cloud approaching from afar amidst the wind and rain.

Maki Azuma's reverse-blade sword was already drawn, the blade stained with blood. She was soaked to the bone, her hair plastered to her forehead, and she looked somewhat disheveled, but her eyes seemed to burn with intense flames.

A reverse-blade knife can also kill.

She seems to have proven this with her actions.

The young lady of the Dongwen Society stepped into the Dongwen Society's assessment room, glanced at the Dongwen Society cadres present, who all looked somewhat familiar, with a somewhat cold gaze, and mechanically swung her arm to shake the blood off her sword.

Almost no one dared to meet her gaze. Wherever her eyes fell, these former Dongwen followers lowered their heads with somewhat embarrassed expressions.

It's impossible for a traitor not to feel guilty when encountering their former master.

Seeing her like this, Uesugi Kiyoshi smiled approvingly.

That's more like it.

This disheveled appearance is far better than helpless tears.

The help from others can be likened to swords, but swords must still be held in the hands of the one wielding them.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Maki Azuma silently walked to a spot next to Kiyoshi Uesugi. They sat diagonally on the boat, and Kiyoshi Uesugi gently patted her shoulder and said something.

After shaking her head blankly, Dongwen Zhenxi gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"You've worked hard too, sir. Where's Dong Wenyu?!"

The closer one gets to the enemy, the more intensely the flames of hatred in one's heart will boil, turning what was originally a young girl's heart into a scorched wasteland of bitterness and resentment.

The hatred for the murderer of one's father is irreconcilable. After several days of brewing, this rage has finally erupted.

On her way there, Maki Higashimoto also killed several enemies who blocked her path. For the first time in her life, she realized that she was also capable of wielding a sword and easily taking the lives of others for certain reasons.

Some things, once started, will naturally fall into place.

“He’s hiding, but this gentleman said he can lead us to him.”

Uesugi Kiyoshi shrugged and told him the truth.

Maki Azuma took a deep breath, first told Kiyoshi Uesugi about the "Toshogu Shrine", then gave Hidehisa Suzuki a cold look, as if she recognized him, and spoke sternly.

"Suzuki?"

Suzuki Hidema smiled slightly, his smile showing none of the embarrassment or guilt that the other Dongwen Association executives felt, but rather a calm and composed demeanor.

"Good evening, young lady."

He even greeted him as if he were Maki Azuma's retainer.

At this moment, Maki Higashiwagi was overwhelmed with excitement and didn't want to waste time on small talk.

"Lead the way and take me to Dong Wenyu."

"Or, die by my sword."

"select!"

Hearing these decisive words, which carried a murderous aura, Suzuki Hidema's smile became even brighter.

"Young Miss, please."

He moved more nimbly; as soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and headed straight for the back door of the assessment room.

Maki Azuma gripped her sword and followed without a word.

Uesugi Kiyoshi narrowed his eyes, staring at Suzuki Hidema's back for a few seconds with a flickering gaze. He pondered the "Toshogu Shrine" that Higashifumi Maki had just mentioned, then exchanged a glance with Akutagawa Ryunosuke and Kudo Yuichi beside him, before taking his own steps.

He wasn't too afraid of enemy ambushes. If he was prepared in advance, such an "ambush" might just be what he wanted. The method Dong Wenyu used to deal with him must have been the ghosts and gods of Mount Dajiang.

Or perhaps it is the "Tosho Daigongen" of the Tokugawa Shogunate, the god of the Tosho-gu Shrine?

It doesn't matter. In this era of weak faith, so-called gods may not pose as much of a threat as ghosts and spirits.

The so-called ghosts and gods are those who are strong and those who are weak. If he can kill ghosts, why can't he kill gods?

That doesn't make sense.

If we come across them, we'll take them all in; this doesn't conflict with the Collectors Association's goals.

Besides, who doesn't have some trump cards to save their life?

"Have the rest of the teams complete their purge mission and then assemble here to keep an eye on these Dongwenhui cadres and prevent them from causing any trouble."

"If anyone dares to have any malicious intentions, just shoot them."

Do you understand?

Ryunosuke Akutagawa gave a few instructions to the special task force members of the Collectors Association in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the Dongwen Association executives present to hear. Then, he gave the yakuza executives present a malicious and somewhat threatening look, tapped his black jade cane lightly, and followed them.

After the evaluation room, the courtyard paths of the Dongwen Society became narrower and more rugged. Hidden among the willows and flowers was a dry landscape garden with a strong Zen feel. If one came during the day, it might be pleasing to the eye, but on a rainy night like this, the strangely shaped rocks and the bamboo forest with its eerie rustling sound as the rain hit them were somewhat unsettling.

After walking a few steps, Uesugi Kiyoshi twitched his nose a few times, his expression changing slightly.

Bloody smell.

An extremely strong smell of blood.

Even though he stormed in through the main gate and caused countless casualties, there wasn't such a strong smell of blood. This smell, which even the heavy rain couldn't mask, exuded an ominous aura and seemed very strange.

Uesugi Kiyoshi glanced at Suzuki Hidema, who was leading the way, his fingers lightly resting on the hilt of his sword, his eyes turning dangerous.

It seems the road ahead is fraught with danger.

Once we get there, let's kill this traitor.

Thinking of this, Uesugi Kiyoshi suddenly asked, "Suzuki-san, the smell here is rather nauseating."

He spoke about it without any hesitation.

Suzuki Hidema nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Yes, Dong Wenyu somehow managed to get a group of living people and imprisoned them."

"Probably those people who disappear without attracting public attention? Dong Wenyu always has his own network of connections."

"He wants to set up a secret blood sacrifice, so he needs the blood and souls of mortals as offerings—that's my guess. But just yesterday, I received a shrine maiden from Toshogu Shrine and helped her set up talismans, arrays, and sacred bodies and shimenawa at the headquarters."

"These are all magical artifacts used by witch priestesses. I don't know what their purpose is."

Suzuki Hidema chatted casually, dropping one bombshell after another as if it were free.

As he was speaking, Suzuki Hideaki suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Young lady, Uesugi-kun, the [Ritual Room] is just ahead."

Suddenly, a spacious, detached courtyard appeared before them, standing out prominently in this Japanese-style garden.

A samurai stood guard at the entrance of the courtyard.

He stood upright like a pine tree, his body somewhat thin and short, yet he held a spear several inches taller than himself, with an unusually long blade, about half a meter long.

From afar, Uesugi Kiyoshi could clearly see the long spear.

The blade gleamed with a cold light, and the shaft was adorned with scattered blue shell decorations. Judging from its design, it appeared to be an ancient artifact from the Warring States period.

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"Dragonfly cut?"

Ryunosuke Akutagawa and Yuichi Kudo almost simultaneously uttered a name, causing Kiyoshi Uesugi to pause in surprise.

Dragonfly cut?

The so-called "greatest warrior of the Warring States period" -- Honda Tadakatsu's Dragonfly Cutter?

P.S. I'm still writing. There should be one or two more chapters. I'll post them around noon or in the evening.

Chapter 128 I Won't Lose

Maki Azuma never stopped walking.

It was as if the warrior standing guard with his long spear was not a tiger blocking the way, but a mantis trying to stop a chariot by overestimating its own strength.

It was only when Uesugi Kiyoshi gently pulled her wrist that she was brought back to her senses from her abnormal mental state.

"Don't be impatient, Maki."

After gently comforting Miss Dongwen, Uesugi Kiyoshi turned to look at Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

"Toshogu Shrine, the god of the Tokugawa Shogunate, plus the dragonfly cut."

"The Linker? The Role Player?"

Ryunosuke Akutagawa nodded and pondered, "It's pretty much true. We've been keeping an eye on the news from the various shrines. Shrines have always been a breeding ground for spirits and deities. The glory of Tosho Shinkun has been waning, and his meager faith simply cannot sustain his existence. It makes sense that they are looking for other ways, such as cooperating with the Yakuza to expand their faith."

"Toshogu Shrine is a truly powerful shrine, not one of those commercialized tourist attractions that rip people off with incense money. Toshogu Shrine enshrines Tokugawa Ieyasu, who was posthumously honored as Tosho Daigongen and founded the Tokugawa Shogunate."

"Honda Tadakatsu was Tokugawa Ieyasu's top general, known as the fiercest warrior of the Sengoku period. He experienced countless battles throughout his life without ever being injured. It is perfectly reasonable for him to appear as a linker belonging to the Toshogu Shrine."

"Looks like there's an unexpected surprise this time."

"Uesugi-kun, what do you say?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi sniffed, grinned, tapped the hilt of his sword at his waist, and said smugly, "What do you mean, how do you say it?"

"Just cut it down."

In the minds of the Japanese, Honda Tadakatsu's status is comparable to that of Lü Bu, the peerless general of the Three Kingdoms period in China.

They were all like war gods.

But no matter how famous you are, it's impossible to scare away Uesugi Kiyoshi just by having his name.

He felt no fear whatsoever; in fact, he felt a little excited.