Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Chapter 163 Investigation

The next day.

Earth Sunday.

The rain showed signs of reversing, and Uesugi Kiyoshi felt it keenly; after he went out, at least half of his riding boots were submerged in the water.

Tokyo’s sewer system has been put to a tremendous test, and in recent days, damaged vehicles with their engines ruined by flooding can be seen along the roads.

Japan is an island nation, and Tokyo is frequently hit by typhoons and torrential rains. The drainage system here has been invested in and is of world-class standard, but now it is about to break down.

Before I left home, the television was on, and news about the rain was playing non-stop.

Various experts took turns offering their opinions, resulting in a plethora of unreliable speculations.

Furthermore, Uesugi Kiyoshi heard a very dangerous statement from an expert whose profession was unknown.

He said it was "the wrath of the gods".

Although it was probably just a joke, Uesugi Kiyoshi thought of something more.

Is the ultimate goal of the instigator to push this rain to the forefront, attract public attention, and draw the attention of more ordinary people to this place?

In a trance, Uesugi Kiyoshi thought of the tiny but numerous threads in the star map.

If we treat this rain as a miracle to plant the seeds of "awe" in the hearts of ordinary people, then converting them into believers would be much easier, right?

Furthermore, if, just as the torrential rains were about to engulf Tokyo, a sect belonging to a "god" stepped forward, calmed the rains, and saved the city...

Then they might become heroes, right?

Even if most people wouldn't believe such an outrageous fact, wouldn't believe that the rain would stop because of human intervention, and certainly wouldn't believe that it was the work of a deity.

But it's enough if only a small number of people take the bait.

Even a small percentage, multiplied by the nearly 40 million residents of the Tokyo metropolitan area.

That's a terrifying number.

Thinking of this, Uesugi Kiyoshi quickened his pace inexplicably.

Those in positions of power should fulfill their duties, receive their salaries, and be loyal to their responsibilities.

As a collector in the collectors' association, he could not allow this to happen.

Ueno Mitsuishi, dressed in a suit and tie, waited at the entrance of the Collectors Association building with an umbrella. When he saw the person he was waiting for come out, he quickly held the umbrella over Uesugi Kiyoshi's head, walked briskly with him to the car, and bent down to open the car door.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was actually quite uncomfortable with the feeling of needing to be taken care of in everything, but since it had been Ueno Mitsuishi's insistence for so many days, he couldn't say anything.

Is it possible that people from large families are all so strict with rules?

Yes, the Akutagawa family was a large family, practically controlling half of Japan's mouthpiece—the pen can kill.

Ueno Mitsuishi, who had settled into the driver's seat, turned his head slightly and asked in a low voice, "Uesugi-kun, where are we going?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi pondered for a moment, carefully considering the wording.

"Yes, I mobilized the field agents in the Arakawa District yesterday, and we have received quite a few reports since then."

The phone was casually swiped open, and in the dim light, lines of text flashed by.

"There are indeed a few pieces of information that are worth noting."

"In the northern part of Arakawa Ward, a series of murders have occurred in the past few days, causing quite a stir. The killer always chooses his victims late at night, and after killing them, he will disembowel them and remove their internal organs. The scene is bloody, the methods are cruel, and it is full of ritualistic elements. The police are helpless, and the field agents have not found any clues. This is a suspicious point."

"It can't be a coincidence that a murder happened at this time."

“Central region—oh? That’s interesting. It’s near my house. Some residents there heard strange noises coming from the river late at night, like the calls of dolphins. The sounds were eerie, and they suspected it was the work of a monster. They called the police, but nothing came of it.”

"But when the field agents went to investigate, they found obvious traces of large fish in the river—at least as big as an adult shark. There shouldn't be anything like that in the Arakawa River. That's the second point of suspicion."

"The third one, and the last one."

Uesugi Kiyoshi leaned back in his seat, his eyes closed, seemingly nonchalant, but his furrowed brows revealed that he cared deeply.

"I heard that a new sect has recently emerged in Arakawa Ward?"

"They call themselves the Arakawa Sect. Not only do they not make money, but they also distribute welfare generously, enticing many people to listen to their sermons. It is said that they already have quite a few believers, who worship the gods of Arakawa under the guise of protecting the environment."

"Field agents have infiltrated the believers and reported that these people are quite good at brainwashing. Housewives, the elderly, and some children have gradually developed faith, and they claim that this rain is divine punishment for humanity."

"What a timely sect! I don't believe they didn't plan this all along!"

Ueno Mitsuishi's expression was also somewhat solemn. He asked in a deep voice, "Uesugi-kun, do you need to mobilize manpower for support? I have a fairly good relationship with several investigators, and I can ask them to help. You have the same authority as Akutagawa-sama, so you can also mobilize the assistance of the special task force. You can also use the firearms in the armory at will. Please make a decision, and I will make the arrangements."

Uesugi Kiyoshi shook his head, his smile turning cold.

"No rush, it's still far from done, no need to make a big fuss."

"Have DreamNet on standby, and have the field agents keep an eye on the movements in Arakawa Ward. Let's go check these places one by one and see if there are any smug brats."

"If I get the chance, I'll have Dreamweaver tear open the dream mirror of the evil spirits and I'll just go in and chop them down. Why bother with all that trouble?"

Ueno Mitsuishi was very tactful; he was only offering a suggestion, not making a decision for Uesugi Kiyoshi. He readily nodded and asked, "Then, Uesugi-kun, where shall we go first?"

After a moment of contemplation, Uesugi Kiyoshi uttered an address.

"Okay, let's go to the Hyakumonkan first!"

On the other side, in Arakawa Ward.

Narumi Shingo, dressed in the exact same outfit as yesterday, strolled out of the apartment building.

The streets were sparsely populated, and many shops had temporarily closed due to the heavy rain.

He strolled along unhurriedly, wearing very old-fashioned wooden clogs and foot bags, but strangely enough, the puddles on the ground did not wet his shoes or foot bags at all.

He held up his umbrella and turned into a small alley.

In the alley, several men in black stood in various places. Their cheap suits, conspicuous tattoos, burning cigarettes, and buzz cuts practically screamed their identities.

Upon seeing Narumi Shingo enter, these people immediately bowed respectfully.

"Teacher's College! You've worked so hard!"

They all had very serious expressions, like elementary school students meeting their teacher.

Narumi Shingo nodded and got straight to the point.

"I'm so sorry to have called you all here in such heavy rain."

"I explained the situation over the phone."

"In short, go and cause some trouble, embarrass that sect, but don't go too far and end up in jail."

"After this is accomplished, I will give you all a small gift."

He was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Teachers' College! Don't worry!"

"No need for gifts. Our swordsmanship was taught by the instructor, so it's only right that we do something for you."

"Besides, it's just a third-rate sect. It's not difficult to find a reason to give them a warning!"

"Please wait for our good news!"

After saying that, the men in black suits hurriedly left.

Narumi Shingo lowered his eyes and muttered to himself.

"Come on, let me see your reaction!"

Chapter 164 The Tale of Genji in Edo

Narumi Shingo has been working as an instructor at a swordsmanship dojo for about five or six years now.

The dojo he worked at was arranged by Ueno Mitsuishi, so it was definitely not the kind of profit-making dojo that taught fancy tricks.

That's where you learn real skills.

In today's society, the two professions that use Kendo the most are gangsters and police officers.

Although Narumi Shingo is aloof, his swordsmanship is first-rate. He is a man of few words, but he teaches his disciples with utmost dedication. Over time, he naturally gets to know many acquaintances.

There were police officers, but even more were thugs.

The righteous are often the lowly butchers. These yakuza, though not worthy of praise, admire the strong and still hold Narumi Shingo, with whom they have a master-disciple relationship, in high esteem.

So, Narumi Shingo simply made a few phone calls and contacted a few trustworthy yakuza members, asking them to do him a small favor.

Go and stir up trouble for that so-called "Arakawa Cult".

The wicked must be dealt with by the wicked. It's commonplace for gangsters to come to your door to collect protection money in Japan, and it's also very easy for them to use this as an excuse to cause trouble.

These yakuza members, who originally looked down on the unscrupulous church that used sweet talk to swindle money, readily agreed to go and cause trouble for the Arakawa Cult at Narumi Shingo's request.

Of course, Narumi Shingo did not expect that a few Yakuza could dispel this sect, nor was that his goal.

He wanted to see how the Arakawa Cult would react after trouble came knocking on their door.

If it's just an ordinary fraudulent cult with the aim of making money, then it's fine. In such cases, it's a matter of mutual consent. Even if they forcibly intervene, some victims will hate them to the core, thinking that they are blocking the path of faith in God.

If that's the case, Narumi Shingo doesn't intend to continue getting involved. If his reputation is ruined, there's nothing he can do about it. Things are different now; he doesn't have the time to meddle in such trivial matters.

But what if this sect isn't so simple?

He had no choice but to get involved, misappropriating the name of a deity, but his ambitions were far-reaching.

What are they trying to do under the guise of the Lord of Arakawa?

This is what Narumi Shingo wants to figure out. Now, he is taking a two-pronged approach, intending to first find out the sect's background before making a decision.

If forced

The Sea Kingdom weapon in his hand is not incapable of killing!

On the other side, Ueno Mitsuishi's car stopped in front of Hyakumonkan.

Uesugi Kiyoshi pushed open the door with practiced ease and saw Li Fuyao curled up in a chair, dozing off.

In her sleep, she seemed to have let down her guard and lost the composure that usually graced her face, becoming more like an ordinary sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. Her gently furrowed brows looked endearing, like a resting kitten.

However, upon hearing footsteps, the kitten opened its eyes alertly, but upon seeing Uesugi Kiyoshi's face, its eyes regained some sleepiness.

She asked lazily, "Why are you up so early today?"