Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Honest man Yanagi Ken looked ashen-faced, clearly having suffered a significant blow.

However, he seemed to remember something, and his expression suddenly brightened.

"Never mind, just like what Senior Kamiizumi said, I just have a little talent, I can't compare to you freak geniuses."

"Although it is a bit embarrassing to say these words now, Junior Brother Uesugi, I am only Master's first disciple and also the chief disciple, but I am by no means the strongest of the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu."

"Among the disciples of this generation, the one who truly deserves the title of leader of the Yagyu Shinkage school is Master's own son, Yagyu Ren."

"He's two years older than you, and his swordsmanship is superb, quite like Yagyu Santengu back in the day. If there's a chance, I really look forward to the two of you fighting; it would definitely be a spectacular match!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi smiled slightly, not taking those words to heart.

Swordsman?

Ah.

Unless you reach the level of your master, where sword energy is so powerful that even ghosts and gods cannot withstand it.

Otherwise, with his current abilities, if he descends with the body of a god, using mirage energy as fuel, and combining the flames of the Ghost King with the power of the Arakawa River, he could unleash a Dragon Soaring Sparrow attack that no mortal body could withstand.

"Next time definitely!"

After giving Yagyu Ken a brief reply, Uesugi Kiyoshi turned his gaze to the safe beside him—this thing was quite heavy, and this senior brother Yagyu had carried it all the way. It seemed that the physique of a superhuman was indeed incomparable to that of an ordinary person.

Upon seeing that look, Yagyu Ken instantly understood what Uesugi Kiyoshi meant.

He took a key from his pocket, inserted it into the lock of the safe, entered a few combination keys, and with a creak, the safe door opened.

The space inside was long and narrow, and there were two things placed there.

A sword, a mirror.

Chapter 248 Master and Disciple Reunion

Uezumi Rin had already secretly crept over from the side. He seemed to know Yagyu Ken, which dispelled Uesugi Kiyoshi's last remaining doubts.

"Oh, it's Senior Brother Jian! The yokan you gave me when I visited you last time was delicious! I remember you!"

Uesugi Kiyoichi slapped his forehead, shook his head, and sighed.

What a lovely girl she is, it's a pity she has a mouth.

It's truly unique in the world that someone's mind is always filled with nothing but food.

Yanagi Ken's smile was also awkward. He never expected that his name would be remembered only because of yokan (a type of sweet bean jelly).

After simply greeting Ken Yagyu, Rin Kamiizumi peeked into the safe.

Uesugi Kiyoshi could guarantee that she wasn't just curious; she simply wanted to see if there was any food inside.

As expected, after glancing at it, Izumi Rin shook her head in disappointment.

"What?! I thought it was something delicious, but it's Murasame and Kenshin seeds!"

"Murasame."

Uesugi Kiyoshi murmured the name and unconsciously reached out to pick up the katana sheathed.

A cool sensation seeped into Uesugi Kiyoshi's body from his palm—not cold, but "refreshing".

Unlike the Snow Walker, this Murasame is not very aggressive.

This sword belonged to Kamiizumi Hidekawa, but even Uesugi Kiyoshi, his beloved disciple, had never seen his master wield it.

On the contrary, it was Kazumi Rin who kept mentioning this sword, clearly having coveted it for a long time. However, Kazumi Hidekawa did not pass the sword on to Kazumi Rin, leaving her to only watch longingly.

Now, seeing Uesugi Kiyoshi pick up Murasame, Izumi Rin kept clenching and unclenching her fists, her hands itching to take it, but she just knelt down properly and didn't dare to reach out to ask for it.

Uesugi Kiyoshi slightly bent his finger, protruding a three-inch blade. A cold shadow flashed, and the blade shimmered with water. A thin layer of mist condensed on the blade.

The Murasame sword is mentioned in Japanese legends and is known as the "Soul-Soothing Blade" because after its murderous blade kills an opponent, raindrops will wash away the bloodstains, as if soothing the departed souls, which is very mysterious.

Putting everything else aside, the quality of this sword is indeed comparable to Uesugi Kiyoshi's Dojigiri and Kumogiri, and it can definitely be called a legendary sword.

"My father treasures this sword very much. It's a family heirloom of the Shinkage-ryu school, and it has great significance. I always thought my father would pass it on to me, but from what he said before, he wanted to pass it on to you—Kiyoshi. Can I touch it?"

Kamiizumi Rin shifted uncomfortably, as if her bottom was on fire, craning her neck and practically drooling as she stared eagerly at the blade with its beautiful serpentine patterns.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was awakened from his reverie, smiled wryly, and handed the Murasame to Uezumi Rin. Then he saw his junior sister looking at the Murasame from all angles like a country girl who had suddenly come to the city. She looked at it with a lovesick expression, her eyes shining, no less than when she saw food.

Ignoring Kazumi Rin's rude behavior—it was originally a sword from the Kazumi family, so Rin could play with it as she pleased—Uesugi Kiyoshi was more concerned with the mirror.

Although it's called a mirror, it's actually made of jade. It feels warm and smooth to the touch, almost like human skin.

The surface of this "Sword Heart Seed" was indeed as smooth as a mirror, reflecting Uesugi Kiyoshi's face.

Whether it was just his imagination or not, Uesugi Kiyoshi felt that his reflection in the mirror was somewhat different.

He has gained more experience and lost some of his naivety; he has gained more dignity and lost some of his youthful spirit.

"Uesugi-kun, Izumi-senpai instructed me to use this item immediately after you receive it."

"I can explain the specific usage method to you—but never mind, let Senior Kamiizumi explain it to you personally."

"His gathering with his master should be over by now. He was in the deep mountains before and there was no cell phone signal. He should be in Kumamoto Prefecture by now."

Honest man Yanagi Ken muttered a few words to himself, then quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

Uesugi Kiyoshi did not stop him, but only glanced at him blankly before continuing to stare at Kenshin Seed in a daze.

It was as if their very souls had been absorbed into that blue-green mirror.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

The smartphone screen glowed faintly; Kenjiro Yagyu was making a video call.

The camera angle was slightly adjusted, and a somewhat dignified middle-aged man with a square face appeared on the phone screen.

Upon seeing this face, Kenjiro Yagyu, who was holding his phone, hurriedly bowed.

This is Yagyu Teppei, the leading swordsman of the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu school.

“Master, I have arrived in Tokyo and delivered the items. Because Senior Kamiizumi instructed me to let Uesugi-kun use the Kenshin Seed directly, that’s why I’m contacting you—would it be convenient for Senior Kamiizumi to take this call?”

The middle-aged man on the other end of the phone frowned, ignoring Liu Shengjian's words, and instead asked, "Jian, did you win or lose?"

Upon hearing this, Yanagi Ken's face turned green. He was still wondering if he could gloss over the matter, but who knew his master was so concerned and asked so directly.

He hesitated for a moment and stammered a few words, but then he heard a light, airy male voice coming from the phone.

"Hey, you've asked the wrong question. Didn't you see your apprentice's expression?"

A few seconds later, someone pushed Yagyu Teppei aside, and Kamiizumi Hidekawa's unshaven but still somewhat dignified face was squeezed into the screen, raising an eyebrow with a hint of malice.

"How about it, Jian? How many moves did you last against Qing?"

"I'm not trying to discourage you, but if it were Cheping's youngest son, he might be able to hold his own against A-Qing. But you're too rigid and only know how to work hard. Sword practice isn't about physical strength; it's about using your brain. You're no match for Qing."

Since Kamiizumi Hidekawa said that, Yagyu Teppei certainly wouldn't let it go. Before long, the two extraordinary individuals, capable of guarding a region, and the leading swordsmen of two different schools, actually started arguing amongst themselves.

Yanagi Ken was about to explode with frustration. He held up his phone helplessly, not daring to offer any advice, and could only wait blankly.

He was a disciple of a very traditional ancient school of swordsmanship, regarding his master as his god, not to mention that Yagyu Teppei was also his adoptive father.

They argued for a full five minutes before the other end of the phone calmed down.

However, Yagyu Teppei naturally vented his anger on his apprentice.

"Don't just stand there! Speak! Did you win or lose?!"

Yanagi Ken lowered his head, not daring to look at the screen, and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Lost."

Upon hearing this, Yagyu Teppei's face immediately fell, while Uezumi Hidekawa remained calm, as if everything was expected.

"Tell me, how many moves did you last?"

This was asked by Kamiizumi Hidekawa.

Yanagi Ken hesitated for a moment, thought about it, and felt that the two moves of disarming the knife were so smooth and fluid that they didn't seem like two moves. He could only respond in an even more awkward tone.

"The first move is to take it without a knife."

Yagyu Teppei was stunned.

"A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy subdued you in one move, and without even a knife?!"

"He knocked you down without even using a sword?!"

His tone was filled with disbelief.

Yanagi Ken's face turned ashen, utterly mortified.

At this moment, Uesugi Kiyoshi finally came to his senses. He stood up and came to Yagyu Ken's rescue.

"Senior Yagyu, it was a surprise move I used. This senior brother just didn't react in time. It's nothing to brag about. If we were to have a proper match, the outcome would be uncertain."

Everyone knows it's just polite talk, but people just like to hear it.

When Yagyu Teppei heard that Uesugi Kiyoshi wasn't as arrogant as his master, his expression softened considerably.

Uesugi Kiyoshi bowed.

"Master! Long time no see!"

He only said that one sentence before he stopped, speechless for a moment.

Throughout Tokyo, the person he was closest to was his mentor.

It was impossible for him not to miss his master after not seeing him for several months. He even wondered why he would have to fight against ghosts and gods so hard if his master were here.

My master will definitely not ignore me. When the time comes, if we join forces, we can slay any god.

Upon seeing Uesugi Kiyoshi's face, even the sharp features of Izumi Hidekawa softened considerably.

"Qing, you haven't disappointed me."

"I just came out of Mount Aso today and received a text message from the Dongwen family. Facing that kind of enemy alone, you must have had a tough time."

"However, since you were able to win, it proves that I wasn't wrong about you. You were born for the sword, and you become stronger when faced with stronger opponents. Enemies are just nourishment for your growth!"

"I'm going to do something with some old friends, and then I'll go back to Tokyo. Don't worry about me."

"Now, use that sword heart seed first."