Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Ryosuke Yamamoto was panting heavily, seemingly oblivious to what was happening. He glared at Kiyoshi Uesugi with eyes full of hatred and gritted his teeth, saying, "You've vented your anger, can I leave now?"

He is flexible and knows when to yield; a wise man doesn't suffer a loss he can't avoid.

Uesugi Seiichi shrugged, pointed to the puddle on the ground, and said nothing.

Ryosuke Yamamoto glanced casually at the pool, then froze on the spot.

His gaze shifted from hatred to surprise, then to panic, and finally to terror.

He touched his face with both hands, feeling the rough texture of the scales, and let out a somewhat hysterical roar.

"What's wrong with me?!"

"What, what did you do to me?!"

Turning his gaze back to Uesugi Kiyoshi, Yamamoto Ryosuke's eyes gradually lost their rationality, replaced by fear and madness.

A crimson light flickered in the beast's eyes. Yamamoto Ryosuke unconsciously clenched his fists, opened his mouth wide, revealing his teeth, which had become fine and sharp, and his tongue, which had become long and thin.

At this moment, he resembled more of a snake walking upright.

Looking at his frightened expression, Uesugi Kiyoshi felt a strange sense of relief.

This is what they mean by reaping what you sow.

"I can't give you an answer to the sins you created yourself."

"Perhaps... you yourself are a monster?"

These words touched upon the reality that Yamamoto Ryosuke least wanted to face.

The transformation from human to monster had already strained his fragile nerves, and this sentence was the last straw that broke the camel's back. His rationality snapped, an inexplicable destructive urge surged within him, and endless power welled up from his body.

"It's all because of you, it's all because of you!"

Ryosuke Yamamoto's words were coherent just now, but now they have turned into somewhat indistinct murmurs.

"Kill you!"

A howling whimper escaped from his throat. The phantom that Yamamoto Ryosuke had transformed into abandoned communication. His bones twisted eerily, driving his somewhat creepy body as he lunged at Uesugi Kiyoshi.

"Hmm, the speed is so-so, the strength is alright, and there seems to be a strange color on the teeth. Could it be poison?"

"I feel that he is not as strong as that woman, but he is a bit stronger than Shuten-dōji's underlings."

"So, this is a shaman?"

"He still retains a certain degree of rationality. What kind of logic is that? A cleric who can maintain rationality without faith?"

"If such a method truly existed, wouldn't everyone be able to become extraordinary?"

"Forget it, let Yuichi and Akutagawa study it. If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. Why should I worry about it?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi calmly watched the figure approaching from afar, his mind filled with all sorts of chaotic thoughts, but he felt no sense of crisis.

In this world, very little power comes without effort.

Even the Hundred Demon Scroll he uses carries the risk of falling into depravity; it's unrealistic for him to suddenly become stronger for no reason.

Even if you squeezed Yamamoto Ryosuke dry, sacrificing his two hundred-plus pounds of fat and soul as a price, you still wouldn't gain much power.

What interests him more is the reason for this anomaly.

To be fair, compared to ordinary humans, Yamamoto Ryosuke was overwhelmingly stronger at this moment. His speed was even faster than those 100-meter sprinters, and his pounce was so powerful that it looked somewhat frightening.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't even draw his sword.

The two arms, covered in scales and somewhat sharp, reached for his neck. With a nimble movement, he shifted his body to the side, his shoulders swaying and pushing aside the two soft arms. He then elbowed Yamamoto Ryosuke in the left chest.

Then, he swiftly turned around, grabbed Yamamoto Ryosuke by the back of the head, and pressed him down, making intimate contact with his knee.

A common attack in Muay Thai.

There was no sound of bones breaking as expected; it was as if he had kneed into a pile of mud, and most of the force was dissipated.

"He has this ability too? That makes my opinion of him rise a little."

On second thought, he realized that it hadn't taken up much of Uesugi Kiyoshi's time, so he didn't give Yamamoto Ryosuke any more chance to struggle.

Using Yamamoto Ryosuke's body as leverage, he flipped over and leaped into the air, using his full weight to slam him to the ground, where he crashed heavily into the pool of water. With a kick, a flash of cold light appeared in his hand.

Yamamoto Ryosuke's hands were kicked together and then pierced through by Onikiri, pinning them to the ground.

Then, with lightning speed, he kicked out and shattered the monster's kneecap. Uesugi Kiyoshi thought for a moment, then took out his phone from his inner pocket and dialed a number.

Half a minute later, Kudo Yuichi came running over, panting.

He saw Yamamoto Ryosuke writhing on the ground, his body inhuman, and asked in astonishment, "What is this? A remnant of the Arakawa Cult?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi shook his head, not keeping them in suspense.

"This is the person you wanted. I don't know why he turned out like this."

Kudo Yuichi paused, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

"I see. The young master of the Yamamoto family has become a monster. Interesting, very interesting."

"It's like a pillow being delivered to someone who's just fallen asleep! Yamamoto Yu, you old fox, you're going to be completely defeated by me this time!"

"Let's see how you explain this!"

With a glint of conspiracy in his eyes, Kudo Yuichi's smile became somewhat inscrutable, and also carried a hint of ill intent.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't want to get involved in his schemes and interrupted, waving his hand and saying, "Alright, that's enough for me."

"After working so hard for so long, doesn't Young Master Kudo want to do something?"

Upon hearing this, Kudo Yuichi raised an eyebrow and laughed, "Huh? What, you've run out of money? This is all part of the mission, and Akutagawa, that sucker, will give you a reward. Hmm, it should count as part of your [performance]."

Uesugi Kiyoshi clapped his hands and answered irrelevantly, "When I was choosing artifacts for the gods in the Shosoin, I saw a few nice ones, but as a newbie, I couldn't exchange them."

Kudo Yuu immediately understood and waved his hand magnanimously.

"Oh, you should have said so earlier. I told you I could help you exchange it. I'm an elder of the association, and I don't need the Ghost God artifact. I have accumulated a lot of performance points. Tell me what you want, and I'll exchange it for you."

"However, I don't recall there being any decent swords in the Shosoin. That Dojigiri Yasutsuna is already a rare treasure."

Without further ado, Uesugi Kiyoshi snapped his fingers.

"I want the set of 'Thirty-six Views of Mount Fuji'."

"No problem, it's no big deal. Let me talk to Akutagawa first."

“Wait, I’m not finished yet,” Uesugi Kiyoshi continued, “There’s also the Pillow Book.”

"Consider this a loan from me; I'll pay you back later."

"Thank you. I'll take this thing back to the association for you. I think his current state is related to the Arakawa Cult. I can't see anything about it, but the true experts in the association might be able to figure it out."

Kudo Yuichi first nodded in agreement with Uesugi Kiyoshi's suggestion, then shook his head dismissively.

"I know, don't worry, I will make good use of the generous gift that young master Yamamoto gave me."

"As for the things in the Shosoin Repository. Hey, what's with lending them? We don't need to settle things like that."

"But... you have books and paintings, what do you need them for? Although these two can be considered artifacts of the supernatural, they probably won't be of much use to you. Are you perhaps planning to become an artsy young man?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi glanced at the scaly monster writhing on the ground like a snake, and then, as if struck by a sudden thought, a strange smile appeared on his face.

I don't like it.

"But some people like it."

Chapter 191 The Iron-Willed Straight Man Uesugi Kiyoshi

In some respects, the Collectors' Association is indeed an extraordinary organization with well-established rules and regulations and remarkable ability to respond to emergencies.

Of course, behind all this is the support of capital and conglomerates, and the mysterious "headquarters" has played an indispensable role.

The association's field agents arrived at the scene quickly and were very skilled at cleaning up the mess. The young master Yamamoto, covered in scales and transformed into a monster, was touched by several people in white coats with a very unusual steel fork-like instrument. He convulsed and fainted, and no one knew the reason why. Then, he was tied up and put on the association's escort vehicle like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered.

To prevent any accidents, Uesugi Kiyoshi personally accompanied the car and went back to the association headquarters with Kudo Yuichi first.

Kudo Yuichi was incredibly efficient. In about half an hour, he found an extra-standard cell and temporarily housed Yamamoto Ryosuke. He also made a few phone calls, obtained two keys, opened the Shosoin Repository, and retrieved two antique-looking boxes.

One large and one small, a painting and a book, are all masterpieces by renowned artists. The Thirty-Six Views of Mount Fuji and the original version of The Pillow Book would be priceless at auction.

Uesugi Kiyoshi glanced at it casually, put it in a bag, said goodbye to Kudo Yuichi, and left on his own.

Young Master Kudo is going to be very busy. He's probably going to launch a full-scale attack on the Yamamoto family. The bloodless battles in the political arena may not be any less intense than the real battlefield. If he wins this battle, the Kudo family will probably have a firm foothold in the police system and will be showing signs of becoming a powerful clan.

Ryunosuke Akutagawa has been busy with something these past few days, rarely seen, but considering he's a student council president, Kiyoshi Uesugi didn't want to meddle.

He's not exactly free of work right now.

Ueno Mitsuishi was recuperating at home, and too lazy to hire someone else to drive, he simply got into the driver's seat and drove the black sedan away.

They drove in silence. Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't have a driver's license in this life, but he did in his previous life. Although most cars in Japan are right-hand drive, with Uesugi Kiyoshi's current reaction speed, he wasn't afraid of any car accidents.

With practiced ease, he pulled over to the side of the road, and unusually, he opened an umbrella to protect his priceless treasure from the rain. Uesugi Kiyoshi then strode into the Hyakumonkan.

The familiar scent of sandalwood immediately filled the air. The picturesque girl remained languidly leaning back in her chair, idly turning the pages of a thread-bound book. The room was dimly lit, with a few faint rays of light streaming in from the window, making her appear hazy and mysterious, like a beauty in a painting, only to be admired from afar.

Even though he was already very familiar with it, Uesugi Kiyoshi still subconsciously caught his breath.

In this day and age, appearance is no longer "unique." No matter how beautiful a face is, it is not difficult to replicate it with the blessing of the three great evil arts.

However, "temperament" is something that is innate; although it may seem somewhat illusory, it is absolutely difficult to imitate or fake.

Li Fuyao possessed an aura that transcended the mundane world, and Uesugi Kiyoshi always had a feeling that even if the person before him were to ascend to immortality in a fleeting moment, it wouldn't be anything to be surprised about.

She does not belong to the mortal world.

Clearing his throat, Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't find a place to sit down and read a book as usual. Instead, he pulled up a chair—his usual seat—and sat down opposite Li Fuyao's desk, gently placing the rather meagerly wrapped gift on the table.

Only then did Li Fuyao raise her eyes almost imperceptibly, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly as she glanced at Uesugi Kiyoshi, a meaningful smile curving her lips.

Without any hesitation, she gently opened the two boxes, one large and one small, and her eyes lit up.

She casually flipped through "The Pillow Book" and tossed it aside, seemingly not paying much attention to it. However, she carefully took out the rather large Thirty-Six Views of Mount Fuji and examined it closely.

Uesugi Kiyoshi raised an eyebrow and asked, "What? Is it a fake?"

Li Fuyao shook her head slightly: "There are very few fakes in the Shosoin Repository." She revealed the origin of these things in one sentence.

Uesugi Kiyoshi turned his gaze to the Pillow Book, his eyes filled with doubt, but he remained silent.