Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

"Lefa?"

"Fire and Thunder God?"

Chapter 218 Ready to go

Let's go back in time a little.

The night is already deep.

Inside a classical Japanese-style dojo in Arakawa Ward, Uesugi Kiyoshi sat outside the shoji gate, the main room door wide open, revealing the figure inside.

This is the property of the Dongwen Association, which has been transferred to Uesugi Kiyoshi. It is currently under renovation and has been chosen by Uesugi Kiyoshi as the gathering place.

Because this place is located in the Arakawa Ward, Uesugi Kiyoshi had a premonition that everything started in Arakawa and would also end in Arakawa.

He was reading a book at the moment, an old-fashioned thread-bound book, with a line of Chinese characters at the beginning of the volume that could be vaguely seen: "The Book of Five Rings".

On the wooden floor outside the shoji gate, Izumi Rin, holding a nodachi taller than herself, reached out and played with the raindrops falling from the sky, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Inside the room behind, Liu Longren, dressed in a black suit and carrying a knife, was leisurely circling around, looking at the interior decoration, seemingly lost in thought. Even the air within a few meters of him seemed to grow colder, carrying a chilling aura.

Maki Azuma was still dressed in a cherry blossom-colored furisode, sitting properly to the left and behind Kiyoshi Uesugi. She gazed at Kiyoshi's back with a tender yet respectful look, her lips curving into a sweet smile.

However, Uesugi Kiyoshi felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at.

This young lady has completely given up and is showing no restraint whatsoever!

Dongwen's demon sword, witch sword, and the members of the club sat upright behind the two, all with their heads bowed and not uttering a word.

The atmosphere was tense.

Because there was a woman sitting to Uesugi Kiyoshi's right rear.

Her graceful and curvaceous body was covered by a green robe, and a green veil covered half of her face, revealing a charming look in her eyes, but she dared not show the slightest pleasure in her gaze as she looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi.

This is the leader of Li Fuyao's followers, codenamed "Qinglian".

Behind her sat a considerable number of men in blue robes—their posture was not as disciplined as that of the local militia, but they still obeyed orders and remained silent.

However, the occasional glances exchanged between these two groups always seemed to spark something.

The silence was broken by Maki Azuma.

She glanced at her watch; the hour hand had already passed nine. Seeing that Uesugi Kiyoshi was almost finished with a book, she finally spoke.

"Have you been reading Miyamoto Musashi's military strategy book lately? I remember you use a two-handed sword, don't you?"

In Japan, wielding a sword with both hands is the mainstream. When Miyamoto Musashi first created the Niten Ichi-ryu (Two-Sword Style), he was ridiculed by the swordsmanship community and regarded as a heretic. It wasn't until he proved himself in battle that many people shut up. However, many people still looked down on him in private, thinking he was a scoundrel who had betrayed tradition.

In fact, when comparing traditional swordsmanship with two hands and dual-wielding swordsmanship with one hand, both have their advantages and disadvantages, and neither can be completely dismissed.

The dual-wielding style is unpredictable and tricky, with the sword covering a wider angle, making it even more difficult to defend against.

However, if you wield a sword with one hand and lack strength, your opponent can easily parry your sword with a two-handed sword, take advantage of the opening, and kill you with a single, decisive strike. There are countless examples of this.

However, these were not problems for Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Although he doesn't look much different in size now, he still possesses monster-level strength, and his sword is not so easy to drop.

"Well, I recently acquired a good sword, and it would be a waste not to use it. Also, my arm strength has increased, so I'm going to study the Niten Ichi-ryu style. I must say, Miyamoto Musashi is a legendary swordsman who deserves the title of sword saint. This book is indeed written in a simple and objective way. If you are interested, you might as well study it."

Uesugi Kiyoshi casually handed over the book of five rings in his hand. This was not one of those common copies; it was a book that his mentor had studied and annotated.

Maki Touma took the book, flipped through a few pages, put it aside, and shook her head.

"I don't need to look, I'll wait for the teacher to teach me."

Uesugi Kiyoshi felt a sudden toothache—what was with that coquettish tone?

Miss, have you opened the door to some new world? Has your character suddenly changed? The old Maki Higashifumi wasn't like this.

Nostalgia.

He didn't respond, took out his phone, tapped on an app icon, glanced at it a few times, and then closed it.

"Tsk, he's clearly back in Tokyo, but he's still running around non-stop. To avoid alerting the enemy, he doesn't even dare send anyone to scout ahead. He's not even willing to deploy drones. How pathetic."

"These bastards, what are they running for?!"

"Hurry up and go back to your hideout! Isn't that meeting that Yuichi is attending going to be held tomorrow? Aren't you going to make any preparations?"

He muttered to himself, his expression unusually impatient.

As a ritual practitioner, Meilin certainly has her own abilities. She shook off the Collectors Association's surveillance submersible in the ocean, but she couldn't get rid of the nano-positioning material inside her body, and seemed completely unaware of it.

Therefore, in Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes, her current position is very clear.

He watched as the woman who had been circling the Sea of ​​Japan not long ago finally returned to Tokyo along the Arakawa River, and according to map coordinates, she had even entered the city.

However, Uesugi Kiyoshi's use of the association's drones for high-altitude reconnaissance failed to find any trace of the woman. Sending agents to conduct on-site investigations or lowering the drones' altitude would risk disturbing his prey. In the end, he had no choice but to wait—at least until the woman stopped moving.

Seeing this, Maki pursed her red lips with some concern.

"Sir, you rarely show this kind of expression. Is the opponent really that strong this time?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi thought for a few seconds and then shook his head.

"Not really, how should I put it, it's pretty strong."

“Yuichi once told me that in his dream realm, Hydra might have the power to shake a country, but what I’m worried about is not the difference in strength.”

"It's intelligence. I know too little about those things, and the association's intelligence is also very limited."

"If you can't even know your enemy and yourself, it's very difficult to win a war."

Maki Azuma desperately wanted to rush over and smooth out Kiyoshi Uesugi's furrowed brows, but she had no solution to the problem he was facing. She could only give a muffled reply, lower her head, and remain uninterested.

Hearing this, Qinglian, who was sitting to the side, narrowed her phoenix eyes and glanced at Dongwen Zhenxi as if she were not, her tone carrying a hint of provocation.

"Young master, why don't you ask the eldest daughter?"

"The Hall of a Hundred Tales collects all the classics in the world, and all the stories of all living beings are recorded here. There are very few things that this young lady does not know."

Uesugi Kiyoshi sighed and said, "I've tried calling, but I can't get through. I don't know what she's busy with. Oh well, I can't bother her with everything."

"I can handle it myself."

Qinglian chuckled and shook her head, saying, "Young Master, you and Miss don't need to use the telephone as a means of communication."

“I heard the young lady admit it herself. She is connected to you by fate and you are of one mind—if you send her a thought in the sea of ​​stars, she will respond to you.”

Uesugi Kiyoshi's expression froze for a moment, then his eyes gradually brightened.

That seems to make sense!

Just like when they entered each other's dreams.

Why didn't he think of that before?

Without hesitation, he focused his mind and instantly sank into the dream.

Behind him, Azuma Maki's gaze toward Aoren had become dangerous and icy.

Chapter 219 Gray Hall Luo Guanyin

"let me see."

"The stars of the gods are connected, and the stars of destiny are linked. That's right. I once sensed the rising stars."

"So."

"try it!"

I just said I could handle Uesugi Kiyoshi, but he immediately changed his mind and said it was good.

Inside the Mirage Tower, he closed his eyes, looked up at the starry sky above the dome, and silently conceived a thought.

The next second, a soft laugh came from afar and rang in my ears.

"What, you already miss me after just one day?"

He opened his eyes again, and there he saw Li Fuyao, dressed in a blue and white kimono, swaying gracefully. She was already in front of him, carrying a blue lantern.

"Well"

"It really works. Hmm. I can't get through to you. Are you alright? If you're in trouble in Kyoto, don't hesitate to let me know."

For some reason, the question I was going to ask was replaced by these two sentences that suddenly came to mind.

Li Fuyao chuckled and shook her head. Although she appreciated the concern, she still declined Uesugi Kiyoshi's offer.

"It's okay. There are too many family meetings on my mom's side. Those old-fashioned people don't allow cell phones. In order not to embarrass my mom, I'll just be a good girl for now."

"Hmph, it won't be long before we teach them a lesson!"

"I'm fine, but what's wrong with you?"

"Don't lie to me. The murderous intent between your brows is almost turning into knives. Who made you angry? Why are you so furious?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi then remembered the urgency of the situation, and put aside all other thoughts, solemnly said, "Yes, it's a bit troublesome."

He recounted the whole story of what happened in Arakawa, then asked with a somewhat grim expression, "So, do you know anything about this [Hydra]?"

Li Fuyao crossed her arms, rested her chin on her hand, tilted her head and pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Oh, so it was that snake."

"No wonder."

"Hydra is not His original name. In any case, He is a deity. Hydra is just a transliteration of the name given to Him by those countries after His infamous reputation spread to the West."

"He also has a name in Japan, and he once stirred up trouble, but he didn't accomplish anything significant."

According to the ancient text [He Kou Cao Zi], there are two deities in the depths of the sea, namely Dharani Quanxian and Huitang Luo Guanyin. They are worshipped by the mysterious religious group "Guanyin Clan" and jointly serve a [Nine-Headed Dragon God who lives in the Dragon Palace].

"In other words, the Dharani Manifestation and the Gray Hall Guanyin are merely subordinate deities of a certain god."

"The Huitang Luo Guanyin is actually the Hydra from Western mythology. She usually appears as a nine-headed sea serpent, but her true form is a rotten collection of souls."

"The Dharani manifests as Dagon, which is sometimes translated as Dagon. He is revered by believers as the god who reigns over the sea and is said to have divine authority over the ocean and life—this claim is somewhat far-fetched, but Dagon should indeed possess some secret arts that allow him to manipulate the power of life and the power of the ocean."

"Their followers, the Guanyin Clan, are actually the Deep Ones, whose information is recorded in the Collectors Association. They are fish-man-like monsters, mostly hybrids of Deep Ones and ordinary humans. After awakening their alien bloodline, they will take on the appearance of fish-men, feed on humans, and are born with certain supernatural powers."

"However, if it is only Guanyin's followers, the blue-robed followers I left behind are enough to hold them off."