Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

The four spirits united, startling the Vermilion Bird, which fled in panic, causing alarm to all three sides.

In the east, on the rooftop of an inconspicuous building that is only seven or eight stories high, a child dressed simply in white is dozing off with his eyes closed.

He lay on the edge of the rooftop, where a single turn could send him tumbling off, yet he was completely unaware.

But then, in a sudden moment, he opened his eyes and looked south.

He was just a little kid, with a tender face and short stature, at most eleven or twelve years old.

But just a moment ago, his expression was so serious that it didn't look like that of a child at all.

At the same time, a small, snake-like creature slipped out of his sleeve, hovering in mid-air with its claws outstretched, and looked south with him.

Upon closer inspection, it was not a snake.

Camel face, eagle claws, deer antlers, fish scales, snake body.

It is covered in scales, has whiskers and horns on its head, and five claws that thrash about.

This is a dragon.

"By order of the four directions, I have seen divine power; hasten as the law commands, open the Heavenly Eye!"

The young boy in white flicked his wrist, caught a yellow talisman from his sleeve, and with a swipe of his hand, a flash of fire appeared, and the talisman turned to ashes.

He pressed the ashes to his forehead and let out a low growl.

In an instant, the scene in the distance appeared in his mind.

He saw the Vermilion Bird flee in panic, and saw a young man in white holding a sword with a cold gaze in front of the Vermilion Bird Gate.

He took a few steps back in disbelief, and then a slightly pleased smile quietly appeared on his lips.

The young boy chuckled a few times, glanced at the tiny blue dragon beside him, as if talking to himself, or as if making a declaration.

"I knew it. A man like him would never willingly face death alone."

"He will definitely come back."

"The timing was pretty good."

"The cracks in the dream world are on the verge of collapse. Ghosts and gods are eyeing it covetously, monsters and demon kings from all over the world are restless, and the extraordinary among humans are unable to suppress their ambitions."

"Hey, this is much more chaotic than before."

"But that's okay."

"The more chaotic it is, the better it is for me."

"In any case, my ultimate goal is the same as that person's. Let's find some time to get in touch. It would be best if we could have a good conversation. If we can't, we shouldn't provoke him."

"He's accumulated resentment for a thousand years. He was a madman back then, and now he's probably even more unrestrained, isn't he?"

Muttering to himself, the white-clad youth put the miniature azure dragon back into his sleeve, skipped and hopped open the stairwell door, and disappeared from the rooftop.

at the same time.

North of Kyoto, on Mount Funaoka, there is a shrine.

The object enshrined here is not a high and mighty deity, but a somewhat ferocious and malevolent beast.

Its shape resembles a tortoise and a snake, and its eyes reveal a murderous aura.

According to the constellations, the north belongs to Xuanwu, which is also associated with weapons. Therefore, in ancient times, troops would generally leave the city through the north gate when going to war.

Legend has it that the Black Tortoise, one of the Four Symbols, also controls the wars and conflicts among humans.

Therefore, some ancient generals would often visit the Genbu Shrine before going into battle to pray for the protection of the four spirits and to be invincible in battle.

Now, this place is deserted, and few people come to worship here anymore.

However, today, a figure was still kneeling before the statue.

He was a young man who looked to be under thirty years old. He had a handsome face, a serious expression, and was dressed in a somewhat old-fashioned samurai outfit. Beside him was a sheathed Japanese sword.

Just as Uesugi Kiyoshi startled the Vermilion Bird, the Black Tortoise statue in front of the young man suddenly trembled, causing him to stop worshiping and look thoughtfully to the south.

"The Vermilion Bird was startled and left its post without permission?"

"Interesting. Has some great demon or demon king invaded Kyoto?"

"You've got guts. Fine, let's go take a look."

Just as he was about to leave, Uesugi Kiyoshi raised an eyebrow, a thought struck him, and he turned to look.

A kitten, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, gracefully approached his feet, yawned, and lazily rubbed against his boots. When it saw him turn to look at it, it let out a sweet meow.

In an instant, Uesugi Kiyoshi matched the kitten with the "White Tiger Spirit" that he had left behind in his memory.

He crouched down, lifted the kitten by the scruff of its neck, and held it up to his level, staring into its golden, beastly eyes.

A few seconds later, he burst out laughing.

She stood up and casually tossed the white kitten with black stripes and the character "王" (king) between its eyebrows into Anzu's arms.

"Ah, Kyoko, didn't you want to get a pet?"

"This kitten is yours now."

"It's no less beautiful than that bird."

Chapter 293 The Fox and the General

Xingzi was suddenly stuffed with a living creature in her arms, which startled her so much that her drowsy state after just waking up vanished.

However, her big eyes soon curved into crescents because the kitten in her arms was exceptionally cute in her eyes.

There's a general principle when it comes to pets: the smaller the pet, the more adorable it is.

The white tiger spirit that Uesugi Kiyoshi saw was, in Nohara Kyoko's eyes, just a small, black and white, pitiful little kitten the size of a palm.

The little thing seemed unhappy about being tossed around, baring its teeth and claws at Nohara Kyoko, and was quite restless.

Xingzi stroked its head and comforted it gently, but the little thing didn't appreciate it at all.

It only became more obedient after Uesugi Kiyoshi gave it a cold glare from the side.

"I raised you for so long, but you were never of any use. So much time has passed, and now you're still following me around like this, with such a bad temper?"

"Alright, you did your part in guarding Edo Castle back then, so in this life, protect the people around me."

"She's Xing. If you dare to be so arrogant towards her again, I'll skin you alive, break your bones, and boil you into soup!"

With a thought, the idea reached the kitten's mind, and it immediately wilted, lying motionless in Xingzi's arms.

In Uesugi Kiyoshi's memory, there were traces of this little beast.

The Western Geng Metal White Tiger, one of the four guardian spirits of the Heian-kyo city-protecting formation, was secretly taken out of Heian-kyo by a spoiled brat from the Kamo family to ambush Minamoto no Kiyomasa. Later, it was stripped of the compass that it was attached to by a sword and captured by the Lord of a Hundred Demons, who kept it by his side.

The Lord of a Hundred Demons used to feed it with his own sword energy, and it became addicted to it, eventually becoming the guardian beast of Edo Castle.

In the final battle, the Lord of a Hundred Demons went to his death in Heian-kyo, but it was unable to help. Although it didn't know why it could move freely now, the spirit of the White Tiger back then would be manipulated by the great formation and would be unable to control itself if it got too close to Heian-kyo. It even attacked its owner, Minamoto no Kiyoya, at the time. Therefore, in the battle of Heian-kyo, the White Tiger had no room to show its power.

Yuan Qingya keeps it, but its ornamental value far outweighs its practical use.

The guardian spirits of Heian-kyo can only possess supernatural powers in Heian-kyo. The white tiger spirit, which is far away from Heian-kyo, is not much stronger than an ordinary yokai, even though it is not reduced to a kitten. Even if the Lord of a Hundred Demons feeds it with killing sword energy, the effect is still very average.

However, the White Tiger of the West is associated with warfare and is also believed to ward off evil, avert disasters, pray for bountiful harvests, and punish evil and promote good, making it a rare auspicious omen.

Now that they've met again, and considering it's a pet he's raised for so long, Uesugi Kiyoshi is slightly delighted. However, he's never been kind to this little beast, so he habitually gave it a scare to make it more obedient.

After raising them for so many years, even the mighty "Four Gods" can turn into an obedient little kitten.

Uesugi Kiyoshi tapped the head of the white tiger, which had transformed into a kitten, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, a wisp of sword energy passed through it, which was immediately licked clean. Then, a satisfied expression appeared on the cute cat's face, and it peacefully closed its eyes and began to doze off.

With a soft laugh, Uesugi Kiyoshi shook his head, took another deep look at Suzaku Gate, greeted everyone, and turned to walk into the car.

Now it seems that Kyoto is indeed not as simple as it appears.

At least, a city as big as Tokyo doesn't have these "Four Gods" protecting it.

With the Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, there is also the Azure Dragon and Black Tortoise. These four gods alone probably have the ability to create so-called "Heavenly Guardian" level disasters in Kyoto.

That's an understatement. On a larger scale, with Kyoto as the center, if the four gods gathered together, it wouldn't be impossible for them to cause a national-level disaster.

The slight contempt that Uesugi Kiyoshi had shown due to his increased power vanished completely.

No wonder Ryunosuke Akutagawa was so hesitant and could only call for help after being beaten.

This place is indeed extraordinary!

Onmyoji, samurai, Shinsengumi, as well as gods, yokai, and extraordinary beings, all gathered together.

The convoy slowly started moving again.

"That's what makes it interesting!"

With his eyes closed, Uesugi Kiyoshi gently stroked the boy he was holding, summoning Dojigiri Yasutsuna, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"I wonder how many of the old grudges will be settled here?"

Muttering to themselves, the convoy quietly drove away.

Just two minutes later, two figures came towards each other at the same time, meeting right in front of the Vermilion Bird Gate.

A young boy in white, with his hands behind his head, arrived lazily from the east.

A middle-aged man dressed in samurai attire, carrying a sword, walked steadily in wooden clogs, coming from the north.

The two stood about ten meters apart. After they stopped, they both turned to look at the Vermilion Bird Gate at the same time, and then looked at each other again.

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"Son of the White Fox."

The young man holding the sword had a solemn expression, his hand already gripping the hilt of the sword in his arms, and his eyes were filled with extreme apprehension as he looked at the young boy in white.

"You scared away the Vermilion Bird? No, that's unlikely."

“You have no reason to do this, and if you really wanted to, there would be no way I would notice.”

"If it wasn't you, then who could it be?"

The young man, known as the "Son of the White Fox," had a carefree smile on his face, and he gave the sword-wielding youth a very formal bow.

"Oh, it's been a long time, General."