Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Gritting his teeth, Uesugi Kiyoshi's thoughts stirred, and the faint milky-white fluorescence on the statue in the Mirage Tower quickly dissipated.

At the same time, he muttered to himself, "The Scroll of One Hundred Demons, the Scroll of the Dog God."

"Mind and skill as one! A mind as clear as a mirror and as still as water!"

This is the method he came up with.

This Hyakumon Card, belonging to the Inugami Scroll, can bring peace of mind and tranquility to the user. It once helped Uesugi Kiyoshi escape from despair, and it can be said to be the right remedy for the current situation.

Unfortunately, this effect is only temporary.

Uesugi Kiyoshi locked Ueno Mitsui's limbs in a lock, and had no choice but to headbutt him on the forehead. After this painful blow, a small and exquisite card flashed by with the phantom of Inugami, causing Ueno Mitsui's eyes to freeze. The purple light struggled and boiled violently, but finally subsided temporarily with some resentment.

Then, the pain suppressed by the power of the ghostly ritual and the pain from the wounds on his body rushed to Ueno Mitsuishi's heart, instantly turning his face pale and causing him to groan—he clenched his teeth so tightly that blood flowed from his lips, suppressing the urge to scream on the spot.

However, his face showed more of a sense of relief.

"Thank you, Uesugi-kun."

The combination of mind and skill could temporarily restore Ueno Mitsuishi's senses. Uesugi Kiyoichi had always trusted the effectiveness of Hyakumonogatari, so he slowly released Ueno Mitsuishi, took a slight step back, and met Ueno Mitsuishi's grateful gaze with a complicated expression.

"And you, Narumi-kun, it's all thanks to you, otherwise I'm afraid I would have made a terrible mistake. Uesugi-kun said that you are very strong, but I didn't believe it at the time. Now it seems that I was just seeing things with my old bones."

Ueno Mitsuishi was covered in wounds, his hair and beard were disheveled, and his clothes were tattered, but the smile on his lips had returned to its usual kindness.

Narumi Shingo lowered his head, pursed his lips, shook his head, sighed, and remained silent.

He didn't know what to say.

Ueno Mitsuishi didn't pay any attention, but simply turned around and looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi's tense face with clear eyes.

"Don't be so serious, Uesugi-kun. I'm really grateful to you for allowing me to enjoy a moment of peace. Although I don't know how you did it, it's not surprising that you, who are so highly regarded by Akutagawa-sama, could do it."

"You don't need to comfort me, I understand, I'm hopeless."

Mitsuishi Ueno's smile was not gloomy or desolate, but as peaceful as ever.

"Please thank Master Akutagawa for taking care of me all these years. Uesugi-kun, I have another favor to ask. If it won't be a burden to you, could you please take care of Usagi for me in the future?"

Meeting that peaceful gaze, Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded unconsciously.

Seeing this, Ueno Mitsuishi breathed a sigh of relief and slowly looked up at the sky. The sky was gray and shrouded in rain and mist, obscuring the sun and resembling a bottomless abyss.

But Ueno Mitsuishi stared at that spot with fascination, remaining silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

"Now that things have come to this, I'll say a few more words. If this annoys Uesugi-kun, please forgive me."

"There are some things I just can't bear to keep to myself."

He paused, his tone becoming somewhat solemn, like a believer's dying prayer.

“Uesugi-kun, I am not a genius like you. I started wielding a sword at the age of ten, and only entered the realm of the extraordinary at the age of twenty-eight, clarifying my true nature and cultivating sword energy. I am now fifty-three years old, and in terms of combat skills, I am far inferior to you, worlds apart.”

"I am mediocre and stupid."

“The Ueno family has been a retainer of the Akutagawa family for generations. I have served the master since I was a child, and later I was assigned to serve the young master. Over the years, I have not dared to slack off in the slightest. I have watched the young master Akutagawa grow up little by little.”

“When I was young, I was busy with official duties and didn’t pay enough attention to my family. My wife contracted an incurable disease, but I found out very late and almost didn’t even get to see her one last time. As a husband, I was not good enough.”

"When I got older, I stubbornly raised my son to be an extraordinary person who was better than me, so that he would serve the Akutagawa family in my place. This was not my son's original intention, but he still accepted it willingly. He took up the banner of the Ueno family and served the Akutagawa family in my place. He achieved remarkable results, but in the end, I failed to protect him. As a father, I failed to bury my son."

"Even when I'm old, I still have this obsession in my heart: I want to avenge my son. As long as I live, I will fight the man-eating demons to the end. I've been running around taking care of the children who also lost their families in the demonic disasters, but I've neglected Little Rabbit. She didn't have much of my company during her childhood, and she wasn't happy. But she always had a smile on her face, a smile she deliberately showed to ease my guilt. I understand. As a grandfather, I'm not good enough either."

The chaotic wind tousled Ueno Mitsuishi's white hair, revealing his deeply lined, wrinkled, and exceptionally aged face.

The next second, a proud and energetic look suddenly appeared on his face, and he even straightened his posture a bit.

The gloom and gloom vanished, and as if in a final burst of energy, he appeared quite radiant.

"However, as a retainer, I have been loyal and devoted, handling every matter, big or small, perfectly without ever making a single mistake. I have lived up to the stipend given to me by the Akutagawa family and the kindness they showed me in the past!"

"As a superhuman, I have never been afraid of anything. Even in dire straits, I dare to draw my sword to slay evil spirits and protect mortals. I have never retreated, and my sword heart has never wavered. I am worthy of the title of 'superhuman'."

"My abilities are limited; I can only do my bit for the poor people in this world, so that there will be fewer homeless children. Although I dare not take credit, I dare say that I have never had any selfish motives and have lived up to my identity as a [human]!"

"This is my fate, I have no more desires. Let future generations judge my merits and demerits."

"Ueno Mitsuishi's life, though filled with many regrets, can be summed up in one sentence: He has a clear conscience!"

His weathered voice trembled slightly, making Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes sting with tears.

With each word the old man uttered, which sounded like his dying words, his fist clenched tighter—this kind of person shouldn't have died.

Shouldn't the demons and spirits that made him this way be the ones to die?

Is God blind?!

Ueno Mitsuishi's face was flushed and looked unhealthy. He took a few rapid breaths, his eyes wide open, exuding an air of authority despite his lack of anger.

"Uesugi-kun, I have one last request now—please kill me."

"I don't want to become a puppet of ghosts and gods, I don't want to become the kind of person I hate the most."

"Ueno Mitsuishi is not afraid of death. I am sorry for the trouble I caused you today, but I may not have the chance to make it up to you."

As he spoke, a radiant smile of relief spread across his face.

"Uesugi-kun, I am satisfied to die by your sword. This is a good ending for me."

"Please do it."

Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyelids gradually drooped. He didn't speak or make any movements, just kept his head down, his fists trembling slightly, and a terrifyingly low pressure surrounded him.

The silence lasted for almost a minute, and a hint of anxiety appeared in Ueno Mitsuishi's eyes.

The purple light that had just been suppressed and dispelled lingered and rekindled in his pupils, making his expression somewhat ferocious.

"Hurry up! Uesugi-kun! What are you waiting for?"

"You are a collector! You have a bright future ahead of you. You will encounter countless situations like this in your life, and you cannot be soft-hearted!"

"This isn't harming me! This is granting me liberation!"

Slowly, Ueno Mitsuishi hunched over, sobbing, his words becoming increasingly indistinct.

"Please, Uesugi-kun."

"No...don't be soft-hearted."

"I don't want to become like that. I'm sorry, I know I'm selfish, but I simply don't have the strength to commit suicide right now."

"I understand."

"I understand!"

"Ten years ago, when I personally plunged the sword into Kazuo's chest, I felt the same way: hesitant, angry, guilty, and unwilling."

"For the past ten years, I've lived with a heavy burden of guilt; it's been a living hell. I shouldn't let you bear this burden too. I shouldn't have."

"But! There's nothing we can do about it!"

Kazuo Ueno is the name of Mitsuishi Ueno's son. He was a founding member of the Collectors Association. Ten years ago, during a containment operation, he was bewitched by a ghost and planted with a seed of ritual. He fell into depravity and became a irrational ritual practitioner. In the end, he was killed by Mitsuishi Ueno, who arrived at the scene, and his young granddaughter was rescued.

A single move, combining mind and skill, only kept Ueno Mitsuishi conscious for less than five minutes, demonstrating that the methods of those Outer God believers were indeed somewhat sinister.

The old man with white hair was on the verge of losing his rationality.

He roared and pleaded, bending down, looking lonely and helpless, seemingly beyond redemption.

Finally, Uesugi Kiyoshi sighed and placed a hand on the back of Ueno Mitsuishi's neck.

A faint mirage emanated from the air, and Ueno Mitsuishi rolled his eyes and promptly fainted, only to be caught by Uesugi Kiyoshi in a flash.

"Take a nap, Ueno-senpai. You'll be fine."

He muttered something to himself, then silently turned around, supporting Ueno Mitsuishi's body, intending to take him to the collection recycling association first.

Then, he and Kudo Yuichi hit it off.

Kudo Yuichi seemed to have been there for quite some time. Several cars belonging to the Collectors Association were parked haphazardly behind him, several teams of people in black raincoats were dispersing the crowd, and a team of people in white raincoats were already in position with various medical instruments in their hands.

But seeing this scene, Kudo Yuichi understood that the medical team was probably of little use.

So he didn't interrupt their conversation.

Now, seeing Uesugi Kiyoshi turn around, Kudo Yuichi hesitated, moved his lips slightly, and said in a low voice, "Kiyoshi, are you really going to do this?"

"The Collectors' Association has regulations that members infected by the power of the Mystic Ritual must be executed as soon as possible to prevent the spread of the power of the Mystic Ritual—this thing is like an infectious disease, it can spread among people through some means, and it is very dangerous."

"What you're doing is against the rules."

Uesugi Kiyoshi simply uttered one sentence with a blank expression: "Are you going to side with the rules?"

Kudo Yuichi shook his head without the slightest hesitation.

"Don't talk nonsense—of course I'm on your side."

He quickened his pace, helped Uesugi Kiyoshi support Ueno Mitsuishi, and kept saying, "There are suppression devices developed by the True Sages in the asylum. They should be able to suppress the power of the secret ritual. I'll take Ueno-san there first."

"Don't worry, calm down. Yamamoto Ryosuke hasn't lost consciousness yet, so maybe Ueno-san won't completely go crazy either."

"Although I have never seen a human who has undergone ritualistic transformation return to normal, Qing, you are someone who is good at creating miracles."

"I told you, I'd be on your side!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi's expression finally relaxed a bit. He nodded, patted Kudo Yuichi on the shoulder, as if giving him instructions, but more like making a vow.

"You arrange these things, I'll figure out how to save them."

"Before leaving, Akutagawa entrusted Ueno-senpai to me and asked me to take good care of him. I don't want to take care of him until he ends up like this."

"I don't have many good points, but keeping my word is one of them."

"I promised Akutagawa, and I will definitely keep my promise."

"As long as I have a breath left, I can't just stand by and watch Ueno-senpai die!"

"His life cannot be taken away by anyone."

"Ghosts and gods won't do, and those weird external gods are even worse!"

Chapter 207 The Demon's Method

Uesugi Kiyoshi shook the rain off his sword and sheathed it.

He turned and glanced at Narumi Shingo, nodding slightly.