Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

They maintain their consistent operational principles, making them "extraordinary police officers."

The Shinsengumi's original headquarters was actually in Tokyo, and their main area of ​​operation was Edo, not Kyoto.

The reason they are now focusing their migration is because the Onmyoji in Kyoto have acted too recklessly, which has aroused the suspicion of the political elite. Those Onmyoji are not as obedient as these samurai. Therefore, the Shinsengumi, which can be considered part of the system, have moved westward in large numbers to Kyoto to counterbalance the development of the Onmyoji's power.

In recent years, the results have been remarkable. They have established themselves in Kyoto and are now able to rival various forces.

Their chief deserves much credit for this.

This is all basic information; Uesugi Kiyoshi has reviewed it countless times within the association.

But he never imagined that this so-called Shinsengumi would be so rotten internally.

These extraordinary police officers arrived faster than Uesugi Kiyoshi had anticipated. If they were this competent in their work, so many people probably wouldn't have died here.

Before he could continue torturing the monk, the door that Narumi Shingo had closed was ruthlessly kicked open.

Uesugi Kiyoshi slowly turned around, only to be met with a pair of eyes filled with complex emotions.

He was a middle-aged man who looked to be around forty years old, but had a slender build like a young man.

He led more than ten swordsmen and stormed through the door.

The Shinsengumi swordsmen, however, were not wearing old-fashioned swordsman robes.

Their clothing consisted of fitted, tight-fitting trousers that didn't hinder movement, and were grayish-white in color. What set them apart was that they all wore a haori (a type of traditional Chinese garment) over their clothes.

The most luxurious haori worn by the middle-aged man leading the group was the "Jinhaori".

These were garments worn only by "generals" on the battlefield in ancient times.

The haori is light blue, and the Chinese character "四" (four) is written in a flamboyant style on the chest.

The moment Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes met his, the man suddenly launched an attack.

Somewhat annoyed, somewhat panicked, and somewhat ruthless.

Uesugi Kiyoshi saw this in his eyes.

But the next second, what the middle-aged man said made him understand.

"presumptuous!"

"In Kyoto, a place of utmost importance, how dare a madman like you openly commit violence, break into innocent shops, and turn this place into such a hellish scene? Do you even have any regard for the Shinsengumi?"

"What kind of sorcery did you use to turn these mortals into this state, even targeting monks?!"

"Today I will avenge these unjustly killed people and take your head to comfort their souls in heaven."

He skillfully shifted blame and pinned accusations, acting more like a seasoned politician than a swordsman—all sorts of messy crimes were dumped on Uesugi Kiyoshi's head.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't take it to heart, or rather, it was expected.

He stared at the number "four" on the middle-aged man's chest, then looked around at the Shinsengumi swordsmen who were all menacing and had their swords drawn, and chuckled a few times for no apparent reason.

With a flick of his finger, the ghost hand increased its strength, pressing the monk firmly against the wall, preventing him from escaping. Uesugi Kiyoshi strolled leisurely toward the middle-aged man wearing a jinhaori.

"Is your surname Matsubara?"

The monk said that he was acquainted with Captain Matsubara of the Shinsengumi's Fourth Division.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's expression changed imperceptibly, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent as he looked at Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't need to guess what he was thinking; he knew it perfectly well.

The brat discovered his deal with the monk.

We can't let him live!

Kill him and pin all the blame on this brat!

And that monk, we need to keep him under control! We can't let him talk nonsense!

It's all the same idea.

In short, it's about eliminating variables and protecting yourself.

With a clang, the middle-aged man drew his sword from his waist.

"Between the honor of this sword, 'Kashuu-zu Fujishima Tomohiro,' I, Matsubara Tadara, captain of the 4th Division of the Shinsengumi, will surely slay you with this sword!"

The katana, gleaming with a chilling light and incredibly sharp, was gripped in Matsubara Tadari's hand. He uttered a loud phrase before charging forward.

The speed was so fast that Uesugi Kiyoshi was somewhat surprised.

He had assumed that a middle-aged man with such despicable methods and such skill in shifting blame must be an office-based "literary fighter," but he never expected that when he charged into battle, he would be quite formidable.

pity.

That's all there is to it.

If we disregard the somewhat threatening sword aura on the sword, this person's swordsmanship is only second-rate.

Uesugi Kiyoshi gave a slightly sinister laugh and blinked.

A hint of bloodlust appeared in his eyes, giving him a somewhat eerie look.

"Ha, until just now, I was still thinking that this monk was just talking nonsense to save his own life, randomly picking a backer to spread and trying to scare me."

"After all, the Shinsengumi is a prestigious organization with a history spanning hundreds of years. Surely they wouldn't stoop so low as to associate with demons?"

"It seems I was wrong."

"Damn people exist in every era, one more won't make a difference, right?"

He muttered to himself, but the blade drew ever closer.

He wasn't impatient; he simply leaned forward slightly.

He has two Onikiri swords, namely "Spider-Giri" and "Doji-Giri".

The spider was flung away by him, pinning the monk to the wall.

He kept the boy's knife in his hand the whole time.

Now, he rests one hand lightly on the back of the knife, while the other hand grips the hilt tightly.

When Matsubara Tadashi's sword was no more than five inches from his face.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Uesugi Kiyoshi's figure momentarily blurred.

Just like light refracting through a lens, he twisted his body very strangely, barely avoiding the menacing "California Sumifujima Tomohiro" - this should be an extraordinary weapon, which looked quite powerful.

Unfortunately, the user's skills were not particularly outstanding.

Having dodged the incoming sword, Uesugi Kiyoshi naturally used a draw sword technique.

It's very simple, basic, and even a child who's just started learning swordsmanship can use it to draw their sword.

The boy cuts a horizontal slash, then pushes and sends the blade upwards.

Blood splattered, and Matsubara Tadari's roar abruptly ceased.

The sharp tip of the blade pierced the abdomen of the captain of the 4th Division of the Shinsengumi, and then emerged three inches below the back of his neck.

He was stabbed through, like a poultry skewered on an iron skewer and about to be roasted, just a hair's breadth away from death.

Uesugi Kiyoshi lowered his head expressionlessly, met Matsubara Tadaya's terrified gaze for a moment, and then revealed a terrifying smile that sent chills down one's spine.

"Come on, before you die, apologize to these innocent people."

Uesugi Sei's free hand gripped Matsubara Tadari's throat tightly, while he relentlessly forced Matsubara to apologize.

Matsubara Tadashi was naturally speechless, and could only wail in pain, his face turning red.

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"stop!"

A voice filled with fury grew louder as it approached, its imposing force enough to captivate any ordinary person for a moment.

Uesugi Kiyoshi ignored them, not caring who spoke or who came.

He just stared intently at Matsubara Tadari, shaking his head with considerable regret.

Aren't you going to apologize?

"It seems he's incorrigible."

"That"

"farewell."

He possessed the strength to weigh over a thousand pounds, and his sword emanated a divine sword aura.

His internal organs were simultaneously and brutally penetrated by Uesugi Kiyoshi's sword energy, turning into a paste in an instant, with blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

At the neck, Uesugi Kiyoshi suddenly exerted force, clamping, twisting, and severing.

My neck, which was perfectly fine, has been twisted into a pretzel shape.

Matsubara Tadashi's eyes were wide open, bulging violently, and the whites of his eyes could even be seen trembling slightly.

However, he was already dead.

Such an injury is beyond the reach of medicine, and even a god could not fully restore it.

He may not be an irredeemably evil person; as the captain of the Shinsengumi, he may have had commendable qualities in protecting the country and its people.

However, from the moment he harbored ill intentions, colluded with outsiders, and attempted to shift the blame onto Uesugi Kiyoshi after his schemes were exposed, pretending to be on the side of justice, Uesugi Kiyoshi had already sentenced him to death in his heart.

Some things...

If you do something, you have to pay the price!

Chapter 333 Arrogant

The voice that had just shouted "Stop!" sounded somewhat familiar to Uesugi Kiyoshi.

Turning my head, I saw a familiar face.

His face was somewhat unkempt and disheveled, with a thick stubble on his chin. Even wearing a haori (a traditional Japanese garment), it was difficult to salvage his颓废 (颓废 can be translated as decadent, listless, or dispirited) air. Of course, if you looked at his face alone, he could be considered a handsome old man.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw Uesugi Kiyoshi disembowel Matsubara Tadari, twisting his neck into a pretzel.

In an instant, the man's face turned gloomy and filled with anger.