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In the blink of an eye, a game of wits and splits, Uesugi Kiyotsugu was at a disadvantage.

While Uesugi Kiyoshi was merely surprised, Miyagawa Isamu was already experiencing a tremendous upheaval in his mind.

He is forty years old this year. He started learning kendo at the age of five and connected with the spirit of Kondo Isami at the age of twelve. He is one of the oldest superhumans in Japan and one of the most powerful superhuman swordsmen.

Japan is a nation with a penchant for chuunibyou (a Japanese term for someone with delusions of grandeur), and the Kendo world is no exception. When he was young, the Kendo Association, the Isokai, and the Shinsengumi, organizations that gather swordsmen, once joined together to select the five strongest swordsmen of the younger generation, known as the "Five Swords of the Realm." These were the swordsmen in the entire country who had the best chance of reaching the level of a sword saint, and Miyagawa Isamu was prominently among them.

His official career was fraught with difficulties, but his path in martial arts was unimpeded. His swordsmanship improved day by day, and with the passage of time, his sword energy and sword intent became perfectly integrated into his heart, and he could control them at will. The primary reason he was able to hold the position of the Shinsengumi's commander was his "bravery".

Just now, he was forced to use his "ultimate skill" by a teenager. If he hadn't been serious and hadn't underestimated his opponent, he might have suffered a hidden loss.

Something's off about this kid!

Miyagawa Isamu was also a child prodigy back then, and he knows what a child prodigy should be like.

He has drive, talent, qualifications, and a reckless, headstrong spirit—all of which are understandable.

But there should never be a force that could force him to use his full strength.

If someone did that, they wouldn't be a genius.

That's a monster.

It was obvious that he was facing a monster.

"Kid, you've really only been learning swordsmanship for less than a year? Or have you just awakened your extraordinary abilities?"

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"No wonder. No wonder Kamiizumi Hidekawa values ​​you so much and has used all his resources to pave the way for you."

"He's already taken care of everything for you through his network of connections. You came to Kyoto to participate in the Imperial Examination, right?"

"Humph"

"That's very thoughtful."

"What a pity you met me!"

After muttering a few inexplicable words, Miyagawa Isamu grinned, suppressing his surprise.

Judging solely from swordsmanship, although this kid possesses strength beyond his years, he is ultimately too young.

Give him five more years, no, maybe only three.

He might grow to the level of Miyagawa Isamu, mastering the "ultimate skill" of certain schools, honing his swordsmanship in battle, and even surpassing the strength of a "sword master".

But not now.

After just one exchange, Miyagawa Isamu had roughly figured out Uesugi Kiyoshi's strengths and weaknesses.

This brat certainly has the guts to make such arrogant pronouncements and declare war on the Shinsengumi.

In the entire Shinsengumi, apart from him as the chief and that staff officer Yuling, probably no one could suppress him.

Matsubara Tadayasu was also a highly skilled swordsman, yet he was killed by him with a single strike, so it seems that luck was not the factor.

Uesugi Kiyoshi flicked his wrist, tightening his grip on the sword.

He tilted his head, the bloodshot veins in his eyes spreading, making his pupils emit a ferocious red light.

"Don't push your luck. You're a decent swordsman, but we're not in a trial match—we're fighting!"

"It's just a friendly exchange, a test of each other's strength."

Do you really think you've won?

"ridiculous!"

A soft sigh, then a sinister laugh.

This is the war drum that signals the start of the battle, and also the death knell that heralds the reaping of souls.

Two pale blue lotuses, radiating a cool light, quietly appeared on Uesugi Kiyoshi's shoulders.

At the same time, the vast and surging mirage, like a flood that had found an outlet, burst forth from his body.

The blue lotus is like a lamp, the mirage is like the sea, and the sword's aura is like frost.

From the tip of Uesugi Kiyoshi's Onikiri sword, a grayish-white sword light about half a foot long extended out. Although it was inconspicuous, it looked chilling.

"Hey"

"The game has officially begun, you old man. Taste my methods!"

Before he could finish speaking, the blade had already swept towards Miyagawa Isamu's eyes.

Uesugi Kiyoshi used "Issen".

He abandoned the contest of skill, and instead raised both swords and slashed down simultaneously.

The sword energy resounded like the neighing of ten thousand horses or the howling of a gale.

Since we've lost half the battle in terms of "skill," let's make up for it in terms of "physical strength."

Uesugi Kiyoshi is no longer the naive boy he once was.

The Scroll of One Hundred Demons has already completed several volumes. With the awakening of memories from two lifetimes, the protection of the soul of the Lord of One Hundred Demons, and the ability to wield a demonic hand, his methods of fighting are endless and not limited to a single "sword"!

Miyagawa Isamu's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Flash" is the signature move of the Demon Blade Princess, a technique similar to teleportation. Even if Miyagawa Isamu used the "Clear Eye," the most prized technique of the Natural Rishin-ryu school, he still couldn't predict the trajectory of Uesugi Kiyoshi's attack.

He reacted immediately.

Since defense is inadequate, let's attack instead of defend, and relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao!

With a thought, Miyagawa Yu took half a step forward, meeting Uesugi Kiyoshi's sword strike head-on. He gripped his wakizashi tightly with both hands, and with a swift upward thrust, he plunged into Uesugi Kiyoshi's sword strike, aiming to penetrate his chest and head straight for his heart.

This sword strike was incredibly powerful, striking first despite being delayed, a perfect strike from a swordsman in dire straits.

But Miyagawa Isamu only saw a hint of mockery in Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes.

He was startled, and his vision blurred.

The boy, who was originally wearing a shirt and riding breeches, was enveloped in a mirage and revealed his figure again, his appearance and attire completely different.

The black and white feathered armor fluttered in the wind, and the soft armor lining, neither gold nor jade, shone brightly. On the chest of the armor, a blood-red gentian flower bloomed, vivid and dangerous, dazzling and radiant.

Yes, it's the Ghost Soldier Department!

Uesugi Kiyoshi held the Onikiri sword, clad in the Oni-Bingbu armor, looking like a true demon god, his sword thrusting forward with unstoppable force.

Miyagawa Yu even exclaimed in surprise.

"Gentian Pattern, Ghost Soldier Division!"

"You're a member of the Genji clan???"

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Uesugi Kiyoshi's smile was cold, and his tone was disdainful.

"I am the ancestor of the Genji clan!"

In a sense, this statement is not just empty talk.

Words could not stop the sword from falling.

The probing ended, the battle began.

This sword strike was several times more dangerous than the previous ones, so dangerous that Uesugi Kiyoshi completely ignored the wakizashi aimed at his chest.

Firstly, he had an understanding of the Ghost Soldiers' defensive capabilities, so he was confident in them.

Secondly, even if his heart is crushed to pieces, he won't die.

Although it has been a long time since Inugami has used his "regeneration" ability, because there are very few people who can threaten his life, this "ability" will not "fade".

As a "warrior," Uesugi Kiyoshi was almost perfect.

He possesses immense strength, lightning-fast speed and reflexes, enough to handle the skills of most people, and an incredibly terrifying regenerative ability. Perhaps the only limitation he has is that his physical strength and endurance are somewhat lacking.

However, most life-or-death battles are decided within a fraction of a second, so this is not a serious drawback.

Uesugi Kiyotaka leaped high into the air, looking down at Miyagawa Isamu, who raised his sword and swung it upwards, pointing it diagonally at the sky.

The two were no longer competing, but fighting for their lives.

The gamble is on who will be afraid first.

Generally speaking, in such clashes, the younger generation is more spirited and less timid.

It's the same this time.

Uesugi Kiyoshi is no longer a young man, but his courage and determination have not diminished in the slightest.

Miyagawa Isamu is different.

He didn't want to die here with a little brat.

He carried too much on his shoulders: the Shinsengumi, their heroic spirits, and the grand goal of revering the emperor and expelling the barbarians.

He had pursued his dreams for half his life without achieving them, so how could he die here?

Thinking about this, he hesitated for a moment.

With that moment of hesitation, he had already lost this confrontation.

To be honest, Yuya Miyagawa couldn't remember the last time he fought so desperately, what year and what month it was.

Since becoming the commander of the Shinsengumi, his main tasks have been planning operations, appeasing his subordinates, dealing with his superiors, and suppressing the heroic spirit within him so that he would not succumb to depravity.

The last real bloody battle was probably four or five years ago.

Miyagawa Isamu is no longer the same as he once was.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was at the height of his talent when he was about to show his true colors.

Those two gleaming, cold-blooded Onikiri swords were meant to slice him into three pieces.

Miyagawa Isamu's mind raced, but he still didn't make the decision to die together with his opponent. He changed his move halfway through his wakizashi, parrying Uesugi Kiyoshi's left-handed sword, and at the same time retreated, trying to create distance in the gap he had created.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's sword wasn't that slow.

The Shinsengumi's haori was shredded into pieces, blood splattered everywhere, and Miyagawa Isamu's left arm had been ripped open with raw flesh, blood gushing out without restraint.