Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Uesugi Kiyoshi ignored her. He knew that Rin's sad expression usually wouldn't last more than five minutes; she was a complete optimist.

He changed into slippers, smiled at Kyoko Nohara, and his expression softened.

"It's none of your business, Xingzi. Don't spoil her so much. Don't give her food according to her wishes in the future. She can't eat that much."

Nohara Kyoko glanced apologetically at the collapsed Uezumi Rin, nodded silently, and when she looked up, her gaze swept across the room and suddenly fell on Uesugi Kiyoshi's shirt collar.

"Ah, Uesugi-kun, a button on your shirt is missing."

"Let me mend it for you. Hmm, I wonder if we have any buttons of the same style?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi's heart skipped a beat. He remembered the ambiguous smile on Li Fuyao's face when she pulled off his button, and suddenly felt a little flustered, as if he had been caught cheating by his wife at home.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to banish the thought from his mind, and gave an awkward laugh.

"Oh, no need. This is the association's standard equipment, protective gear for combat. One button won't matter, you don't need to worry about it."

"I'm a little hungry too -- is dinner ready?"

Kyoko Nohara didn't suspect anything when Uesugi Kiyoshi changed the subject. She simply nodded obediently and turned to go to the kitchen to continue preparing lunch. Halfway there, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and ran to pick up a brown paper envelope from the coffee table, handing it to Uesugi Kiyoshi.

"Uesugi-kun, this is something Kudo-kun sent over. He said it was for you, but I haven't opened it."

Upon hearing this, Uesugi Kiyoshi casually took the envelope and tore it open.

What came into view was a bank card and a stack of 10,000 yen bills that gave people an immense sense of security.

This should be "salary" -- Ryunosuke Akutagawa once said that the only good thing about the Collectors' Association is that it has a lot of money, and he has been able to see some clues about it these past few days.

This should have been done by Yuichi Kudo. He's always been meticulous, and keeping banknotes and bank cards separate is his style.

After putting the bank card in his pocket, he pulled out a thick stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi banknotes and stuffed them directly into Nohara Kyoko's hand.

"Here, Xingzi, this is... well, you can keep it for home use."

Nohara Kyoko has never had much of a concept of money, and she has never handled so much money before, but that doesn't matter. Right now, all she can think about is "this is for household use."

In Japan, money given by the husband to his wife is considered household expenses.

Her heart pounded, and she stammered, unable to speak. Her face flushed crimson, and her bright eyes were brimming with affection. She looked timidly at Uesugi Kiyoshi's handsome face, becoming more and more shy the longer she looked.

"This, this, this!"

"What does it mean that Uesugi-kun is giving me household expenses?!"

"Does this mean they've finally accepted what I'm saying?"

"Me me me!!!"

"So, what's the next step?"

Her mind is full of all sorts of random thoughts; she's already decided whether her second child will be a son or a daughter. If this were in a comic book, it would probably be an exaggerated scene of her head steaming—it would be incredibly cute.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't pay attention to all that. He shook the leather bag, pulled out a key, and was stunned.

He recognized the key; he had seen it again today. It was the key to the Shosoin Repository, and the one in his hand should belong to Ryunosuke Akutagawa.

Why was it given to him by Kudo Yuichi?

Too lazy to think, he simply dialed Kudo Yuichi's number.

"Hey, Yuichi, have you finally figured it out and want to seize power, overthrow Akutagawa's corrupt rule, don the yellow robe and be crowned king? Make the Collectors' Association completely belong to Kudo?"

"Isn't it said that the keys to the Shosoin Repository are always carried on the collector's person? What's the meaning of you giving me this one?"

"Let me guess, poor Akutagawa-san has already been chopped up, wrapped in cement, and sunk in Tokyo Bay, right? My condolences to him."

"Why didn't you call me to come and see what was going on?"

"I support you unconditionally. If you become successful, you should at least help me out."

A series of punches left Kudo Yuichi speechless; he could only manage a bitter smile and a curse.

"Alright, stop joking. You must be in a really good mood. I've never seen you talk so much before."

"Stop arguing, just take it. The key to the Shosoin can only be kept by the collector; that's an ironclad rule."

"As for Akutagawa, he is indeed no longer in Tokyo."

"This morning, after I finished choosing the gift for you, he suddenly received a message from headquarters that the annual performance review day has been set for next weekend in Kyoto. He rushed to Osaka today. This is a big deal, so we need to prepare well."

"As you should know, the Collectors Association has a headquarters. Although the Tokyo branch is not exactly controlled by the headquarters, we still can't afford to completely break ties; we have to maintain appearances."

"I've been busy fighting for power lately, and you have to deal with things in Arakawa Ward. Akutagawa grabbed that depressed old man who said 'I'm sorry for being born' and hurriedly left, leaving me with a whole mess of things before he left. It's driving me crazy."

“They left their keys behind. We each have one. There’s a valve in the Shosoin that opens the defense mechanism of the Collectors Association. This thing can’t leave Tokyo.”

"That's all. We'll talk about this later. I'll interrogate Young Master Yamamoto first. He's regained consciousness, and I managed to extract some interesting information from him."

"If you have nothing to do, you can come down and listen in—in the interrogation room on the third basement level."

After saying that, Kudo Yuichi hung up the phone.

Uesugi Kiyoshi did indeed show some interest.

That Yamamoto Ryosuke, covered in scales and transformed into a monster—actually still retained his sanity and was able to be interrogated to extract information?

This is very interesting news.

P.S. I went on two business trips this month, so updates have been a bit inconsistent. I apologize, but there's nothing I can do about it. Work is the priority, and I'm a bit short on cash lately. I have to keep running around doing business, and I only got back from a meeting after 9 pm tonight. I'm exhausted, both physically and mentally.

September should be fine, but October will be busy again. I'll try my best in September to see if I can maintain a daily output of 10,000 words and catch up on the progress—but this is not a promise, I can't say for sure.

The third volume will be completed this month, and there should be three to four more volumes to go.

I want to finish this book this year. It's not impossible to keep it going and rely on the full attendance bonus, but it's just a bit boring.

I haven't checked my recent performance, and I haven't opened the author assistant for a week. I only saw the large donation today when I logged onto the PC version—thank you Luo Tianyi's Cat for the 10000 Qidian coins. I really feel unworthy of it. If you have coins, please support me by subscribing. Donations should be made within your means. That's why I don't usually thank people for donations. I always feel a little ashamed to accept such money.

Lately, I've been posting chapters of around 4,000 words a day, and updating once a day isn't just me slacking off.

Of course, there's nothing to be proud of about this level of update frequency.

Don't worry, I won't stand you up.

that's all.

Chapter 200 Sword and Armor

After hanging up the phone, Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't rush to join in the fun.

The Collectors' Association is not a prison where you can easily escape like in the movies; it's an organization that excels at "containment."

It's easy to get in, but impossible to get out.

He glanced at the spot and noticed something new on his sword rack.

A knife.

"Where did this come from?"

Kyoko Nohara, who had been lost in thought, was pulled back to reality by his question, but her mind was still blank, her eyes were vacant, and her mouth was slightly open. It was obvious that she would have difficulty answering him in the short term.

Upon hearing this, Izumi Rin, who was lying on the sofa pretending to be dead, leaped up with a fish-like motion, her disappointment vanishing instantly.

"Yes, yes, yes! Qing, where did that knife come from?"

"It's very sharp. I can smell the blood even through the scabbard. The blade pattern is like the crashing waves of the sea. It's a top-grade sword among top-grade swords. Even my father's Murasame sword might not be able to surpass this one!"

"It's a pity it's too small. It would be so much better if it were a greatsword. It's just a katana, which I'm not used to using."

"I played with it for a while before you came back. It's very comfortable to use. The blade is shorter than a regular katana. It's probably for close-quarters combat, right?"

When Rin mentioned it, Uesugi Kiyoshi remembered.

This is the "Knee Cutter"—the sword of Minamoto Haruya, the third-rate swordsman who died by his sword.

That person wasn't very good, and his swordsmanship was even worse, but this sword was a genuine "Hip-Cut," a family heirloom of the Genji clan, one of the few remaining "Oni-Cut."

Legend has it that this was originally the sword of the great general Minamoto no Yorimitsu, and one of the two famous swords used by Minamoto no Yorimitsu's father, Minamoto no Tada Mitsunaka, to protect the country.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu possessed three renowned swords, and this Hizashigiri was one of them. After defeating Shuten-dōji and destroying Mount Ōe, Yorimitsu was secretly harmed by a demon's magic, contracted malaria, and was on the verge of death. When the powerful demon "Tsuchigumo" came to claim his life, the weakened Yorimitsu pulled out Hizashigiri from under his pillow and cut it in two. This sword was thus also known as the Spider Cutter.

Legends are just legends, but if this legend is true, and Minamoto no Yorimitsu, even in his seriously ill state, could slay a great demon like Tsuchigumo, then his peak strength must have been at a terrifying level.

With a flick of his wrist, Uesugi Kiyoshi summoned Spider Cutter, which, after a violent tremor, obediently leaped into Uesugi Kiyoshi's palm.

A faint gray-black mist emerged from it, merging with the mirage energy surrounding Uesugi Kiyoshi.

A few seconds later, a streak of light flashed, and the Spider Cutter vanished without a trace.

Meanwhile, the armor of the Ghost Soldiers, which lay quietly in the Mirage Tower and had been captured from the same person, seemed to sense something, trembled slightly, and then turned into black smoke and dissipated.

The demon mask tattoo on Uesugi Kiyoshi's right arm, which resembled Dojigiri Yasutsuna, also underwent some changes—the demon mask's figure gradually became clearer, and the appearance of a jinhaori (a type of military garment) gradually emerged on his body. It was the kind of clothing that samurai wore when going into battle in ancient times, used together with armor, and was considered a high-class standard equipment.

The demon's face remained ferocious, but this evil spirit dressed in a haori (a type of traditional Chinese garment) had two sharp weapons, one long and one short, discreetly hanging at its waist.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed Dojigiri Yasutsuna and Kumogiri!

A faint connection emanated from the demon mask tattoo and clung to Uesugi Kiyoshi's heart, as if his every move could command this dagger-wielding demon.

This was his home, and he was surrounded by trustworthy people, so he naturally had no scruples. With a thought, the ghost-faced demon glared angrily.

A dark gray mirage surged out, like a whirlwind, covering every part of Uesugi Kiyoshi's body. He felt an indescribable sense of exhilaration, and then something suddenly appeared on his body.

He turned his head slightly, and in the gloomy weather, the living room's floor-to-ceiling windows were like a mirror, reflecting his figure.

The black and white cloak fit him perfectly, and the soft armor lining was made of a material that resembled gold and jade, the same material he had seen from the Oni Soldier Corps. A blood-red gentian flower bloomed on his chest, flamboyant and eye-catching, as if it were cast in blood.

Two famous swords, one long and one short, rested quietly at his waist, their sharpness temporarily concealed, ready to strike.

His long black hair, which hadn't been cut in a long time, cascaded over his shoulders. His eyes flashed with a sword-like light, and the perfectly timed smile on his lips added a touch of allure to his appearance.

Even her slightly narrowed fox-like eyes complemented her perfectly.

At the same time, behind him, a withered yet muscular ghost hand burning with purple flames moved rhythmically in a strange way, eerie and dangerous.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, reached out and gripped the hilt of his sword at his waist, feeling as if he had reached his peak condition.

Armor was strong, blades were sharp, and the demonic hand moved as if it were an extension of its own arm. The mirage energy was abundant, and even the five senses became more acute.

Two Onikiri swords, one Oni-bobu sword, and the Rengoku Oni-hand that Ibaraki-doji had cut down were combined together to form his current form.

He didn't know what caused these changes, but looking at himself in the mirror, he felt incredibly pleased with himself—this feeling was exactly how I should be, and it was flashing wildly through his mind.

The inexplicable thoughts were still spreading in his mind, and his gaze became deep and distant, but he could not hold on for more than a few seconds before being defeated by the atmosphere killer, Ah Lin.