Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

"But there's a fork in the road ahead."

“The gathering place of those reptiles and the place where the divine aura is revealed are not the same place.”

"Hey, how do I choose?"

Narumi Shingo was taken aback by these words, and then narrowed his eyes.

“Those hawk-like occultists are nothing to fear. Where there is a leak of divinity, there must be a channel to communicate with the gods. That is probably where they offer sacrifices.”

"If I'm not mistaken, it's there, isn't it?"

Narumi Shingo casually pointed, and the big loli next to him nodded repeatedly.

"Yes! That's right, how did you know?"

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"Sure enough."

"From the very beginning, I felt as if something was calling to me from the end of this road, giving me a very familiar feeling."

"When I was traveling around and defeated all the monsters, gods and heroes, I returned to Arakawa - this land and water gives me this feeling of calling."

"There must be something there that I recognize."

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"Let's go take a look. If it's our stuff, we'll take it back."

The little girl, Nobuna, smiled knowingly and asked meaningfully, "What if it's not ours?"

Narumi Shingo raised his head slightly, a knowing smile on his face.

"Then...we'll just take it."

All around was a rusty steel jungle, with cold wire mesh and steel frame corroded by rainwater. Unlike the water outlet, there was not much water accumulating in the sewers deep underground.

After all, the extensive network of pipes completely absorbed the pressure of drainage; a week's worth of rain was not enough to fill this expensively built "underground palace" in Tokyo.

In this secluded, desolate corner of the sewers, where no one should have bothered, a suspicious creature was crawling.

They are called "living things" because their bodies are twitching slightly, showing obvious signs of life. They are called "them" because, judging from their smooth skin covered in sticky mucus, their heads with bumpy growths, their webbed limbs, and their fish-like heads, these things definitely cannot be considered "human."

Calling them "fishmen" would be more accurate.

Suddenly, the "fish-men" stopped moving. They turned around, revealing blood-covered, grotesque faces that resembled fish, frogs, and a few human features.

There were still bits of flesh and blood in their mouths. By the dim light of the fluorescent lights on the wall, you could see a mangled human corpse on the ground, its flesh and blood gnawed away.

What disturbed their meal was a sudden sound of footsteps.

One big and one small, one in front and one behind.

A boy in a kendo uniform, holding a sword, and a big girl with an adorable hair clip, walked closer, seemingly oblivious to the bloody scene.

"Oh, I see them, it's them."

“I also killed one of these things a few days ago. They are fearless of swords and blades, and they can be reborn after being exposed to water. They are quite troublesome.”

"However, it seems that supernatural forces can crush them."

"I'll take care of cutting them down, you clean up the mess."

Narumi Shingo whispered a few instructions, stretched his neck, grinned, revealing some fine, sharp teeth, and his eyes shone with a bright red light—in fact, he didn't look much more amiable than a fish-man.

The next second, a golden blade of light burst forth along with a melodious sword clatter. In the dim sewer, it was like a golden lightning bolt, carrying the force of thunder. Before the few "fishmen" crawling on the ground could react, the famous sword "Sea Kingdom" had already kissed their necks.

With seven steps, the sword flashed four times, and with such exquisite control, Narumi Shingo did not waste a single bit of strength, nor did he use any power beyond human limits. The four fish-man heads with bulging eyes fell to the ground.

Then, Narumi Nobuna and her brother gave a perfectly coordinated shout.

"Go! Kaiko-maru! This is a snack!"

The hair clip on her head fell down with her voice, growing larger and larger in mid-air. With a leap, it drew an irregular curve, and the goldfish hair clip transformed into a colossal creature that almost filled the entire pipe.

Extremely sharp teeth, cold, dark yellow eyes, fins as sharp as knives and axes, and a gaping maw of blood.

Like a begging dog, "Sea Tiger Maru" swallowed the four fish-man heads without hesitation, and his somewhat frightening goldfish face even showed a hint of satisfaction.

Once swallowed by the Sea Tiger Pill, these fish-men could never be reborn. Their headless bodies rapidly melted into a viscous liquid, scattering throughout the water.

Immediately afterwards, Haihu Maru transformed again, but instead of turning into a hair clip, his body shrank countless times and swam happily in the surrounding puddles, like an old man taking a stroll to digest his food after a meal.

Narumi Shinona frowned and scolded, "The water here is so dirty, Kaikomaru! You're not allowed to turn into a hair clip until you wash yourself clean!"

Compared to the giant goldfish, the small goldfish seemed rather cute. Kaiko-maru shook his head and made a sound like a baby crying, looking very ingratiating, which made Narumi Nobuna giggle.

Narumi Shingo, however, did not show a smile.

He glanced at the scattered, mutilated human corpses; there were at least four or five bodies with flesh still clinging to their bones.

The remaining piles of white bones, settled in the filthy sewage, resembled faces that died with their eyes wide open, the empty eye sockets of the skulls gazing lifelessly upwards through the water, unable to see the sky.

Fifty meters below the surface of Tokyo, countless bones of those who died unjustly are buried deep underground.

These fish-man-like "deep divers" seem to have an extraordinary fondness for human flesh and blood.

Furthermore, according to what Narumi Shingo heard from Uesugi Kiyoshi, they seem to use human flesh and organs to worship their gods.

With his eyes closed, Shingo Narumi could almost imagine these fish-men monsters going out to hunt in the dead of night, targeting lone humans, killing them, and dragging them deep into the sewers. These "prey" either became sacrifices to the gods or bait for their own kind.

This kind of thing has probably happened countless times before.

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The bloodshot eyes showed no signs of fading.

Narumi Shingo's originally handsome face was now overflowing with murderous intent; no matter how you looked at it, his expression was extremely "irritable."

He is angry.

This is Arakawa.

"These are all people of Arakawa. Their ancestors once worshipped the Lord of Arakawa, who could bring them good weather and bountiful harvests!"

"You ignorant scum, how dare you do such a thing on my territory, in the name of my god?!"

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"You...and the gods behind you!"

"No one will survive!"

The voice talking to itself grew louder and louder until it shook the circular walls of the sewer, even drowning out the sound of the flowing water.

Seeing this, Narumi Nobuna was about to go up and comfort her adopted brother when she saw him suddenly turn his head and look into the depths of the tunnel.

Those eyes, burning with the flames of anger, were tinged with a hint of maniacal laughter.

"Ah, there's one more."

"Judging from your appearance, you seem to be different from these idiots?"

"Whatever, just cut me down first and then talk!"

The environment here was extremely dark, but Narumi Shingo's blood-red eyes seemed to be able to see in the dark as he stared intently at another figure deep in the tunnel.

If you have to call him a "fishman," then he is a "fishman," except that his head is very human-like, with only his ridiculously large, bulging eyes making him look somewhat like these deep-diving creatures.

He was dressed in somewhat tattered clothes, his body was covered in fine scales, his hands and feet were still webbed, he was leaning on a cane in one hand, and in the other hand he was holding a piece of flesh that was still dripping with blood, and he seemed to be enjoying it.

However, this food party was disrupted by an uninvited guest.

Enraged, Narumi Shingo refused to utter a word of nonsense. His figure moved like a wisp of smoke, and his blade, with immense force, arrived before the Deep One in an instant.

Unexpectedly, the unstoppable blade suddenly stopped. A faint, azure membrane appeared before Narumi Shingo, somewhat weakly but still firmly blocking his sword's momentum.

The highly skilled deep-diving individual grinned silently, revealing a mouthful of jagged, blood-stained, sharp teeth. He slammed his cane down on the ground, splashing water everywhere.

Instead of scattering, the water droplets rose into the air with a sharp whooshing sound, shooting towards Narumi Shingo's vital points like arrows.

If Uesugi Kiyoshi were here, he might say something like, "Finally, we've encountered an enemy whose appearance and attack style are like a 'mage'." This Deep One is somewhat like a "spellcaster" in some Western fantasy settings.

Physically weak, but possesses the ability to cast "magic".

That pale blue membrane, along with the powerful water arrows, would have absolutely wrecked a novice superhuman. Without practical experience, they would have been completely overwhelmed by such a surprise attack.

Does Narumi Shingo have any practical combat experience?

Ah.

He showed no sign of panic, but instead revealed a sinister smile, exchanged a glance with the ugly Deep One, and uttered a sentence that left the Deep One bewildered.

"You're using [water flow] against me?"

"Hahahaha!"

He laughed so hard his whole body trembled, while gently waving his hand.

Do you know what the Lord of Arakawa is?

"Conquering the sea, commanding the giant waves, becoming the overlord of all water demons—who else but me?!"

With a roar, time seemed to freeze throughout the entire pipe.

All the water, drop by drop, strand by strand, and clump by clump, hung upside down in mid-air, gathering into a surging wave with a strange trajectory that could not be contained.

Yes, in this sewer fifty meters below the ground, a giant wave appeared out of nowhere.

The waves surged and rolled in, skillfully avoiding the Narumi siblings, and mercilessly swept up the pale blue membranes and water jets, then slammed a wave down on the Deep One.

About three or four seconds later, Narumi Shingo exhaled.

The waves dispersed, turning into water that flowed back through every corner of the entire pipeline.

But the fishman blocking their way had vanished without a trace.

He was shattered by a wave containing the demonic power of the Lord of Arakawa, and before he could even utter a single last word, his soul was scattered and he vanished from the face of the earth.

Similarly, the waves washed over the entire passageway.

Narumi Shingo stared intently into the depths of the passage, at a graffiti-like pattern on a tightly closed iron gate in the distance, and his expression gradually changed.

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"A pillar of fire, crackling with lightning, numbering eight."

"This emblem."