Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

"Qing! So handsome!"

"What's with this transformation? Where did you come from, Kamen Rider?!"

"I want to play too! I want to play too!"

"Take it off and let me wear it! Dad has a jinhaori and a set of armor, but he says it's passed down to men, not women, so he never lets me wear it. It's so annoying!"

"I was thinking that if Dad passes on that set of equipment to you in the future, I'll borrow it from you to wear."

"How dashing! Indeed, swords and armor are the most wonderful things in the world!"

Rin Kamiizumi's mouth dropped open in astonishment, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement.

She was a woman from a martial arts family. Influenced by her father from a young age, she had some unique hobbies, and she was particularly fond of this kind of weapon.

At this moment, Uesugi Kiyoshi's outfit looked excellent, complete with armor and swords. In addition, he had a tall and upright posture and was not short, making him a qualified clothes hanger. He perfectly carried off this jinhaori. He could probably act in a Taiga drama without even needing makeup. Izumi Rin was extremely envious.

Uesugi Kiyoshi rolled his eyes in annoyance and snapped his fingers.

The armor and swords vanished into thin air, leaving him still dressed in a shirt and riding breeches. Everything that had just happened seemed like a dream, as if it had never occurred.

But he knew perfectly well in his heart.

Onikiri, Oni-hei-bu, and the Oni-hand in the Mirage Tower seem to have created a subtle chemical reaction—a change that is undoubtedly to his advantage.

Swordsmen's battles are nothing more than attacking and defending.

The principle remains the same: if I can kill you, but you can't kill me, then I naturally win. It's that simple and straightforward.

The importance of the sharpness of swords goes without saying, but if the Array Feather Robe he was wearing had the same defensive power as Minamoto Haruya when he used the Oni Hero Club, he would probably be like a tiger with wings, having another trump card.

He possesses all the abilities of the demon "Inugami," his physical attributes were already ridiculously enhanced by the mirage energy, and he also has an exaggerated regenerative ability, plus this armor.

If this were placed in ancient times, it would probably be a killing machine, capable of taking on a thousand men single-handedly.

"Alright, stop fooling around. This is a weapon of the gods and spirits. How can I lend it to you to play with?"

"When I have the chance later, I'll go and ask you for a set. Now go eat, I have things to do afterward. You stay home and behave yourself, no snacks allowed, practice your swordsmanship. I'll check when I get back, and if your swordsmanship has deteriorated..."

"Don't give me even two bowls of rice from now on!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi's words were quite effective on Izumi Rin. The husky-like girl drooped her eyebrows and instantly became listless. She walked unhappily to the dining table and sat down. After smelling the aroma of the food, her unpleasantness was immediately swept away.

Seeing this scene, Uesugi Kiyoshi sighed, and his previous thoughts resurfaced in his mind.

"The Ghost Soldier Department is actually useful to me."

"But."

"Isn't that a divine weapon that only those with the bloodline of the Genji can use?"

"Yuichi said that even within the Genji clan, only a very few exceptional individuals are qualified to use this armor, just like the Oni Heroes."

But I feel...

"This thing is like it was tailor-made for me?"

"."

Is it a coincidence?

"There's no such thing as a coincidence in this world."

Chapter 201 Interrogation

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a bit depressing.

Uesugi Kiyoshi looked preoccupied, and even Nohara Kyoko's eyes showed a hint of unease.

Kamiizumi Rin was still immersed in the sorrow of seeing a pot of rice but only being able to eat two bowls. She swallowed the rice grain by grain, wishing she could split each grain as if it were two, and had no mood to speak at all.

Seeing Uesugi Kiyoshi's furrowed brows, Nohara Kyoko felt a pang of sadness. She wished she could brush away his distress and smooth out his brows. Even with the most sumptuous meal in front of her, she had no appetite whatsoever.

She hesitated for a long time, almost crumpling the hem of her clothes, before finally mustering the courage to ask in a low voice, "Uesugi-kun, is something bothering you?"

"I mean, if you don't mind, you can tell me!"

"Although I'm stupid and useless and can't help Uesugi-kun, keeping things to myself won't solve anything. I can be Uesugi-kun's listener."

Seeing Uesugi-kun so dejected... I... I...

Uesugi Kiyoshi sometimes really felt that Nohara Kyoko was made of water; after only a few words, her eyes were already a little red.

His expression was somewhat solemn just now because he felt that recent events were developing strangely, and many inexplicable things were inexplicably related to him, making him feel like he was being used as a pawn by others.

This made him somewhat resentful and uneasy; being a puppet was not a pleasant thing.

But after reviewing the recent events, he couldn't find any obvious evidence that someone was orchestrating or arranging all of this behind the scenes.

It all seems to be a coincidence, a series of coincidences overlapping, which led to the way things are now.

His intuition told him that there couldn't be that many coincidences in the world.

However, he clearly wasn't going to dwell on this matter any longer. Thinking about it over and over again wouldn't lead to any results. The best solution was to wait until late at night, when he was in the Mirage Tower, to carefully examine the suspicious points and conduct a thorough investigation.

He gave a normal smile and shook his head slightly.

"Work-related matters are not difficult, just a little troublesome. Don't worry about it, let's eat."

He was somewhat touched by Nohara Kyoko's concern. No one had ever lost their appetite because of his mood swings before, so this feeling was surprisingly not bad.

Or rather, after getting used to having Kyoko Nohara by his side, his daily behavior and mood swings have undergone some subtle but real changes.

Nohara Kyoko was always easy to coax. After seeing the smile on his face, the same smile appeared on her face. She unconditionally believed Uesugi Kiyoshi's words and swallowed her food in small bites, like a cute little squirrel. Her squinted eyes added a touch of charming cuteness to her appearance.

Uesugi glanced at Nohara Kyoko and frowned slightly.

"Apricot, this dress is so old."

Didn't you bring any new clothes?

In Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes, Kyoko Nohara was always seen in her school uniform. As for her everyday clothes, she only had a few sets, which were not only worn out but also a bit too big—wearing them was like wearing bodysuits, which gave Uesugi Kiyoshi a good look, but she couldn't wear them out in public.

He could tell from Nohara Kyoko's hesitant expression that she probably didn't have a wardrobe full of clothes to choose from like other girls.

He sighed softly, a hint of tenderness creeping into his smile.

"Okay, we're moving in a few days, I'll go buy you some clothes then."

"Okay, we'll go when the rain stops."

When Uesugi Kiyoshi mentioned moving to the dojo, Nohara Kyoko didn't ask why they were moving or where they were moving to. She simply nodded obediently, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Uesugi-kun is thinking of me~"

Thinking about this, her mood improved more and more, and it seemed that the continuous rain could not hide her bright smile.

She only needs a little bit of tenderness to feel secretly happy for a long time.

After finishing his meal, Uesugi Kiyoshi sent Izumi Rin to the training room to practice swordsmanship and strictly forbade her from eating snacks. After thinking for a while, he took a standard katana from the Collectors Association from the sword rack, slung it over his waist, and strolled off to the location Kudo Yuichi had mentioned.

The third basement level is the "Mystic Registrar's Sanctuary".

The pure white metal walls occasionally flashed with a silver-gray light. The high-tech corridor was spotless. Every now and then, fully armed guards from the Collectors Association patrolled by. Upon seeing Uesugi Kiyoshi and recognizing the sword-shaped badge on his chest, they would immediately salute respectfully before continuing their patrol.

Walking on the third underground level, Uesugi Kiyoshi felt that the mirage energy in his body had become somewhat stagnant. This was not an illusion. Kudo Yuichi had once said that the building materials here were a mixture of all the suppressive materials developed by the Association's prophets, which could greatly suppress the ghostly power of the ritual practitioners. The mirage energy in Uesugi Kiyoshi's body may have been affected to some extent, becoming less active, but not to the point of being completely ineffective.

Arriving at a semi-transparent glass door, Uesugi Kiyoshi took a half-step back, glanced at the door number, and knocked after confirming it was correct.

A few seconds later, the glass door slid open automatically, and Kudo Yuichi's smiling face appeared in front of Uesugi Kiyoshi.

"Hey, you're taking too long. I thought you'd be here right away. I've been waiting for you for ages."

Uesugi Kiyoshi rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Hey, you capitalist's son, I'm a human being too, I need to eat, can't you understand?"

Kudo Yuichi had no desire to continue the nonsense and gestured for Uesugi Kiyoshi to come in with him.

This is an ordinary-looking interrogation room. There are cameras installed in the blind spots of the ceiling. There is no furniture in the room except for a table with its edges covered by cloth and a few similar chairs in the center.

An interrogation table commonly seen in TV dramas.

Across the table sat a listless Yamamoto Ryosuke.

He had now returned to his normal human form, his face was somewhat withered and pale, and his eyes were bloodshot, but the light in his eyes had not faded. Uesugi Kiyoshi was certain that he was a "conscious" being with "autonomy," completely different from Yokota and the black-suited cleric who had been corrupted by the demonic power of Mount Oe.

Most so-called occultists are fools who attempt to enhance themselves and gain supernatural powers by using the power of ghosts and gods. Their power comes quickly and may be unprecedentedly strong at a certain time, but things will eventually turn around. At the right time, the ghosts and gods who gave them power will become their death knell.

What goes around comes around. When your soul is corrupted by the power of ghosts and gods, and your body becomes a backup for their descent, you'll lose your mind and become a puppet that only knows how to kill and carry out missions. It's a fate worse than death.

"Hey, Yamamoto, everyone's here. You can tell me what you wanted to say earlier. Don't worry, I keep my word. Once you've said it, I'll let you go."

Kudo Yuichi sat down with an air of arrogance, perfectly embodying the meaning of the word "arrogant." Uesugi Kiyoshi stood to the side with his arms crossed and his sword across his shoulder, staring intently at Yamamoto Ryosuke, showing no intention of sitting down with him.

Ryosuke Yamamoto raised his head slightly, glanced at the two of them with a somewhat desperate look, and moved his lips with a forced smile.

"Heh, whatever."

"Anyway, I can't be considered human anymore, right?"

"You bastard from the Kudo family, listen to me, I have no other demands."

"That woman... you must kill her for me!"

"I've become like this all because of her!"

Chapter 202 Spread of Snake Venom

Kudo Yuichi didn't seem to mind Yamamoto Ryosuke's profanity. He casually tapped the metal table with his fingers, squinted his eyes, and asked with interest, "That woman?"

"Is it that woman from the Arakawa Cult? The one who ran away?"

"What do you mean? What did she do to you?"

Ryosuke Yamamoto looked up blankly and grinned.

"She slept with me."

These words, coupled with his aggrieved and desperate expression, almost made Kudo Yuichi laugh, while Uesugi Kiyoshi struggled to suppress his laughter.

"I'm saying, Yamamoto, do you really know what you slept with?"

Recalling that woman's snake-like body, sharp mouthparts, and writhing torso, Uesugi Kiyoshi's admiration for the纨绔少爷 (playboy/spoiled brat) before him was as overwhelming as the Arakawa River—amazing!