Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Ueno Mitsuishi had a very good job, and he also had a child. Although he often spent money to sponsor the orphans and the orphanage needed a lot of funds, he couldn't let Usagi's living conditions be too bad.

At the Ueno residence, Ueno Mitsuishi lay weakly on the bed, his graying eyebrows furrowed, and his sword lay beside him.

He started learning swordsmanship in elementary school and received guidance from renowned masters. Although his talent was average, he was persistent, determined, and diligent in his studies and practice. He eventually mastered the art of swordsmanship and entered the realm of the extraordinary, becoming one of the best among ordinary people.

He is almost sixty years old this year, but his health is not bad.

Cultivators draw qi into their bodies and temper them like weapons, resulting in physical qualities far superior to ordinary people. They are also less prone to illness and have longer lifespans than ordinary people. Although there are no ancient monsters hundreds of years old like in fantasy novels, as long as they don't die in a fight or at the hands of ghosts or gods, living to be over a hundred years old is not a problem.

Generally speaking, a cultivator swordsman's body will only begin to decline after the age of sixty, which is much later than that of an ordinary person.

Being bitten by a snake is really not a serious injury for Ueno Mitsuishi. He had been through fire and water for the Akutagawa family, and when he fought against demons and gods in the early days of the Collectors Association, he suffered much more serious injuries and was on the verge of death several times.

But he feels a little strange now.

Even though the prophetic doctors from those associations had confirmed that the snake venom had been removed from his body, he still felt a sense of weakness all over his body that he couldn't pinpoint, as if this body wasn't his own.

He felt dizzy, as if his brain was swollen from being soaked in water. Concentrating was a difficult task, and the drowsy state made it hard for him to think.

He was breathing heavily, veins bulging on his forehead, his hands clenched into fists, gripping the sheets tightly.

The light in his eyes grew dimmer and dimmer. Ueno Mitsuishi felt that the surrounding environment was getting darker and darker, like the dead of night, like the deep sea, or like the boundless outer space.

The familiar furniture disappeared little by little, and the continuous sound of rain outside the window gradually faded away. In the hazy distance, it seemed as if some other noisy sound was ringing in his ears.

It begins in your ears and permeates your mind.

It is a whisper, a murmur, or perhaps bait from ghosts and spirits.

It was a strange rustling sound, like the wind blowing through withered leaves, but it grew louder and louder until it sounded like countless reptiles slithering across the ground, their slippery skin rubbing against the rough soil, producing this chilling noise.

Am I falling into depravity?

"Why...of all times?"

With a glimmer of hope still lingering, Ueno Mitsuishi tried his best to stay conscious, desperately trying to banish the eerie voice from his mind, but with limited success.

He has been on the path of the extraordinary for many years, and he is familiar with this symptom. He has seen it, experienced it, and even his son died from it.

This is—degradation.

It is the ghosts and gods in the dream who throw bait at mortals, hunting their souls and taking away their bodies.

This is a step that every extraordinary person will go through to some extent. Stepping into the extraordinary realm means being in the arena of gods and demons at all times. If you relax even slightly, you may die and your soul may be lost.

Ueno Mitsuishi was struggling on the verge of ruin, but judging from the purple light in his eyes, it seemed that his fall was only a matter of time.

Just then, there was a knock on his bedroom door.

A somewhat worried female voice came over.

"Ueno-san, I made lunch. Usagi has already finished eating. Would you like me to bring some to your room?"

Ueno Mitsuishi recognized the voice all too well; it was his "friend," Masako Akiyama, who was now taking over the care of the children at the orphanage.

Ueno Mitsuishi opened his mouth, but only heavy breathing came out. His vocal cords seemed to have stopped working. The cold air filled his lungs, but it couldn't make him even a little more awake.

"no."

"We can't let Masako in. She has to take Kotaro and leave first!"

"If I fall into depravity, I will lose my mind and indiscriminately attack any living thing around me!"

Mitsuishi Ueno knew this better than anyone else.

It's not surprising that a fallen superhuman would do anything crazy.

Perhaps it was the tenacity he had developed over the years of sword training that came into play; his hands grabbed haphazardly, and by sheer coincidence, he touched the sword beside the bed.

His eyes widened, and with all his might, he shakily drew his sword, gritted his teeth, and plunged it fiercely into his heart.

Mitsuishi Ueno was not afraid of death—he wanted to commit suicide.

If he dies, at least Akiyama Masako and Ueno Usagi will be safe. He doesn't care why he fell into this abyss now; it's a fait accompli, and dwelling on it is pointless.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

His arm was already trembling, and he had almost no strength left in his body. When the thought of "suicide" came to his mind, the strange rustling sound in his mind suddenly intensified, and his wrist loosened, causing the sword blade to slice across his waist and ribs, leaving a deep bloody mark.

He groaned, but the intense pain temporarily brought him back to consciousness.

"Don't come in! Masako! Take Usagi and leave!"

"Quickly! Don't ask why!"

"Go find Master Akutagawa! Go find Uesugi-kun! Now! Immediately! Right now!"

"Stay away from here!"

The aged voice roared, sounding tragic and desperate.

Masako Akiyama was no ordinary person; she had experienced calamities caused by ghosts and spirits. Upon hearing these words, her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately became flustered and confused.

An ominous premonition welled up in her heart, and the tragic scenes of the past flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern. She clenched her teeth, and her eyes were filled with a deep sense of confusion and resentment.

But her decision wasn't foolish. Without looking back, she turned and ran to the restaurant, picked up Ueno Rabbit, and tried to storm out.

But it was too late.

Ueno Mitsuishi suddenly let out a deep, angry roar, as if a string within him snapped. His eyes flashed with purple light, and he casually tossed out his sword, which whistled through the air and embedded itself in the door, blocking Akiyama Masako's path.

The spark of reason was completely extinguished in those eyes.

Ueno Mitsuishi mechanically jumped off the bed, lowered his head, and swayed as he walked out, but his speed was not slow.

Ueno Usagi, unaware of what had happened, exclaimed excitedly, "Grandpa, you're all better now!"

At this moment, Akiyama Masako felt an unprecedented sense of crisis emanating from Ueno Mitsuishi in front of her, as if the person in front of her was not a human, but a hungry venomous snake.

A murderous glint flashed in his dark purple eyes, yet his stiff limbs were brimming with power.

Just a few hours later, Ueno Mitsuishi, who had been infected with snake venom, had been initially deprived of his mind.

Masako Akiyama anxiously looked around, then saw the kitchen window, and then looked at Ueno Rabbit in her arms. She gritted her teeth and decided to jump out of the window to save her life.

The Ueno Mitsuishi in front of me is definitely not a normal human being.

He had told himself countless times that if one day he fell into depravity, he should run away as fast as he could, as far away as possible.

He has always kept his distance from me, perhaps because of this consideration.

"A group of pitiful people who don't know when they will die at the hands of ghosts and gods, have nothing left to ask for except to live."

This is a phrase that Ueno Mitsuishi often says.

Masako Akiyama never expected, or perhaps didn't want to, that such a day would actually come.

In the few seconds she was thinking, Ueno Mitsuishi suddenly accelerated, his gray hair moving without wind, his whole body like a ghostly shadow, his fingernails flashing with a dangerous purple light, as he attacked the innocent-looking Ueno Usagi.

In this desperate situation, Akiyama Masako unleashed an unprecedented power. She swiftly pushed Ueno Usagi behind her and shouted, "Usagi! Run!"

Time allowed her to utter those words.

Then, she instinctively closed her eyes, awaiting death.

Maybe

Dying at the hands of Ueno Mitsuishi wouldn't be such a terrible thing for her, would it?

She had waited for him for more than ten years.

Is it about to end?

In an instant, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from nowhere.

The steel security door of the Ueno family flew out. The quick-witted Ueno Mitsuishi paused, dodging the door that had been twisted into a lump of iron, and looked warily toward the doorway.

A golden katana arrived first, followed by Narumi Shingo bursting through the door and blocking Ueno Mitsuishi's path, his eyes also grave.

"Soul parasitism? Forcibly implanting the power of a secret ritual? Is this the method of those Outer Gods?"

"Through those little snakes?"

"This is going to be a difficult situation."

Chapter 205 Deterioration

If there were a hierarchy of contempt among extraordinary individuals, those who practice rituals would certainly be at the very bottom, with no chance of ever rising above their station.

Not to mention the rarest, most rarely seen, innate chosen ones.

Cultivators cultivate their mind, skills, and body—truly real abilities. True knowledge seeks truth throughout their lives, yearning to use human power to rival the gods and spirits, achieving great success in this field. For those who connect, acquiring power depends on whether their talent aligns with the connected spirit and whether they can bear that power; they also need an opportunity for awakening.

Those who practice esoteric rituals are like inferior products on a mass production line. They give up their faith to gain power, but in the long run, they may give up not only their faith, but also their life and soul.

However, it is undeniable that becoming a ritual practitioner has an obvious advantage: it is quick and has a low barrier to entry.

Leaving aside other countries, in Japan, no large or small conglomerate, as long as it has a certain economic strength, is indifferent to the extraordinary path of "Mystic".

Yes, this path has huge side effects, but if we can get rid of those side effects, wouldn't we have a convenient, extraordinary path controlled by rulers like conglomerates?

It should be understood that the endless stream of superhumans and their activities in recent years have become a huge burden on the heads of financial conglomerates and political parties. Even the superhuman organizations that have gained momentum are inextricably linked to these two forces, but allies and subordinates are still two different identities and statuses.

Ueno Mitsuishi is not actually in a state of "decline" right now.

He was "bewitched" by a certain ghost or god, and his mind was forcibly occupied by an unparalleled divine power, affecting his memories, his emotions, and his attitude. In the end, it will destroy his memory kingdom and reshape him into a puppet that the ghost or god obeys.

Too many spirits and deities have done this; any experienced supernatural being could tell at a glance what Ueno Mitsuishi was like.

Narumi Shingo's knowledge far surpasses that of ordinary superhumans—back in the day, he had even slain those bewitching spirits who manipulated esoteric rituals.

Ueno Mitsuishi's usually kind face turned ferocious and menacing. Purple light swirled in his eyes like small snakes, as if it were alive, reminding him that his consciousness no longer belonged to him.

The neatly trimmed nails suddenly grew longer, adding a sharp edge, like the claws of a wolf or the fangs of a snake.

He showed no surprise or anger when Narumi Shingo suddenly blocked his way.

He simply leaped forward, like a soaring eagle, his aim being to tear open Narumi Shingo's chest.

"This speed?!"

"This is much better than that fish head—how come?"

"Does one's abilities multiply after falling from the status of a cultivator to a ritual practitioner? I've never heard of such a thing!"

"tsk"