Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

He coughed heavily a few more times, as if he were coughing up his lungs.

Logically speaking, at his age, he should be in the prime of his life as a sword master-level cultivator.

You can refer to Uesugi Kiyoshi's mentor, Kamiizumi Hidekawa.

At the age of forty-something, within the long lifespan of a cultivator, it's not much different from thirty years old for an ordinary human.

A swordsman is at his peak when he is mentally mature, experienced, physically strong, and has seen the harsh realities of life. He will not hold back when he strikes.

If he didn't have a heroic spirit within him to suppress.

Uesugi Kiyoshi had many opportunities to connect with heroic spirits, but he resisted them all from the bottom of his heart and refused.

He wasn't rejecting shortcuts to gain power, but he felt that the erosion of the mind by those heroic spirits was, in a sense, no different from that of ghosts and gods.

Miyagawa Isamu had just been forced to let his spirit possess him by Uesugi Kiyoshi, and he had to forcefully suppress it back. His mind was injured and his spirit was in turmoil. He was also unable to extricate himself from the frustration of being defeated by the disciple of his mortal enemy. At this moment, he was really somewhat disheartened and felt that it would be better to die.

His life was also full of tragedy. He was able to persevere and walk this far despite his hunched back. Although the path he insisted on may not be recognized by everyone, it was extremely difficult.

Dying is easy, living is hard.

"Kill me."

The disheveled middle-aged man's smile held a hint of relief. His breathing sounded like a broken bellows, indicating that he was on his deathbed and beyond help.

Uesugi Kiyoshi tightened his grip on the sword, a genuine hint of pity appearing in his eyes.

Putting everything else aside, he's a decent swordsman.

Before he could make a move, the one-armed girl forcefully blocked her master's path.

One of her arms was empty, and Kashuu Kiyomitsu had also been knocked down, leaving her unarmed, yet she showed no fear, standing tall and proud.

"Don't think about it!"

"If you want to harm my master, kill me first!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi felt a jolt in his heart, and for some reason, the face of Izumi Hidekawa appeared in his mind.

It had been a long time since he had seen his beloved mentor who had doted on him.

I wonder if my master is doing well right now.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't say anything, but Miyagawa Isamu was furious.

He shoved Sakura Okita aside, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Uesugi Kiyoshi, I was defeated by you and died by your sword. This is the fate of a swordsman, and there is no shame in it."

"Sakura and these Shinsengumi swordsmen haven't done anything wrong, have they?"

"Let them go."

"I'll pay for the souls of all those wronged souls with my own life!"

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"If you truly intend to exterminate us all, then don't blame me for fighting you to the death!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi never intended to wipe out the Shinsengumi; he wasn't that twisted.

But after hearing Miyagawa Isamu's threat, the anger he had been suppressing suddenly flared up again.

You bastard, you dare threaten me?

That's what he thought.

With a cold laugh, Uesugi Kiyoshi tilted his head, the curve of his lips revealing utter disdain.

"Oh? So what if you fight desperately?"

"It sounds like this victory was a handout from you—come on, I respect you as a senior, but if you're not satisfied, let's have another match!"

Miyagawa Isamu took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes.

"If all the Mibu wolves present simultaneously abandon their [self] and guide the [heroic souls], even you will find it difficult to resist."

"That's a suicide tactic, I don't want to use it on you."

"You must know, that was the real Mibu Wolf from two hundred years ago! It was a force capable of annihilating demons and gods!"

What Miyagawa Yu was talking about was probably the Linker's last resort: "exporting" heroic souls to awaken those who have left their names in the long river of history and enjoyed the respect of countless mortals. At that time, the Linker's strength will increase dramatically. However, after a certain period of time, the Linker will only have one fate: to have their soul scattered.

The body may collapse, or it may carry the spirit of a hero, and be "possessed" by someone—just like a ghost or god descending to earth.

The reappearance of the Mibu wolf, which has existed for hundreds of years, does sound quite terrifying.

but

Standing before Miyagawa Isamu is a god who suppressed an entire country five hundred years ago.

Who would be scared by this?

Uesugi Kiyoshi took a step back, his smile becoming exceptionally arrogant.

"well!"

“Come, I’ll give you time. Go and gather your men, guide the spirits of the fallen heroes, and awaken the true forms of those Mibu wolves.”

"I'll show you if I can make them die again, and be condemned to eternal damnation!"

The atmosphere, which had eased somewhat, became tense again. Ryunosuke Akutagawa smiled wryly, but still gripped his cane tightly, preparing for battle.

Miyagawa Yutaka wanted to make a few sarcastic remarks about Uesugi Kiyoshi—in his opinion, even if he were to guide the spirits of the fallen, he might not be a match for Uesugi Kiyoshi. This brat's swordsmanship was strong, but his endless array of tricks was even stronger. The aura emanating from him was very complex and subconsciously instilled fear in people.

However, if the Mibu wolves were to gather into a formation, that would be a different story.

At the very least, they need someone strong enough to look after this kid for them to have the confidence to say that.

Before he could utter his sarcastic remark, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

A sense of crisis, as if he were being watched by a shark, welled up inside him, making his hair stand on end.

He quickly turned his head, searching for the source of this sense of crisis.

The first thing you see is a young swordsman dressed in samurai attire standing against the wall in the corner.

The man held an ancient, sheathed katana, his expression casual as he looked around at the battlefield, seemingly indifferent, as if it were commonplace.

Just as Miyagawa Isamu had a fleeting thought of fighting to the death, he...

The young man's aura changed.

He felt as if he were facing a vast, boundless sea!

The absurd power that could overwhelm the sword energy within his body and cause it to resonate was swirling around the young man. If any mortal were to witness this, they would likely prostrate themselves in worship.

Miyagawa Isamu gritted his teeth and uttered four words.

"The power of the gods!"

He turned to look at Uesugi Kiyoshi in disbelief.

"A deity personally assists you, and it's a true god?!"

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"Don't think you've won just because of this!"

"Shinsengumi, form ranks!"

"With sincere prayers, I vow to fight to the death, even if it means my death!!"

Miyagawa Isamu also seemed to have his temper ignited. Under the dual pressure of Uesugi Kiyoshi and Narumi Shingo, his pride as a swordsman was completely awakened.

At his command, the Shinsengumi samurai, who had previously lost all will to fight, instantly became as if they had been injected with adrenaline, raising their swords high and chanting something in a low voice.

Uesugi Kiyoshi could sense the gathering of extraordinary power.

The nature of these swordsmen's souls is changing; an ancient and mysterious power is emerging.

Uesugi Kiyoshi wasn't afraid at all.

He felt somewhat at ease chopping down these remnant souls who should have died hundreds of years ago.

Just then, a rather authoritative voice came from the doorway.

"You say you'll just die for the sake of dying—Miyagawa, do you think the Shinsengumi are your personal soldiers?"

"Hmph, the Mibu righteous men won't go to their deaths just because of your personal wishes!"

"Put away your swords!"

"This is my order, from the Shinsengumi's Chief of Staff, Goryo. Any disobedience is considered treason!"

Chapter 344 Get Out

Uesugi Kiyoshi blinked, as if this was all expected.

His senses were extremely sharp; the person who had just spoken had been standing at the door for at least five minutes. If it were Miyagawa Isamu's reinforcements, they shouldn't have been so patient.

Based on what he said, it can be basically determined that this is a high-ranking member of the new electoral group.

"Mibu Wolves" is actually a derogatory term. The Shinsengumi was a group of swordsmen and assassins during the late Edo period. Their main activity was assassination. Out of fear of the Shinsengumi, "Mibu Wolves" was used to describe their cold-bloodedness and ruthlessness. This nickname fell on the Shinsengumi. In fact, they themselves called themselves "Mibu Shishi" (Mibu Patriots). However, in modern times, not many people care about this title.

The person who just spoke seems to be a "meticulous person" who cares about such things.

After he spoke, the Shinsengumi swordsmen, who had previously obeyed Miyagawa Isamu's orders without question, all showed hesitation and conflict in their eyes.

Miyagawa Isamu frowned.

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"Ito, is now the time for infighting?"

He said this in a somber tone.

A handsome man wearing a Shinsengumi haori walked in.

He looked to be in his early twenties, but his composed demeanor made people feel that he was not so young. He had a fair complexion, no beard, and striking features; no matter how you look at it, his appearance was quite impressive.

This contrasts sharply with the slovenly Miyagawa Isamu.

Upon hearing Miyagawa Isamu's words, the handsome man known as Ito gave a cold laugh and strode up to Miyagawa Isamu.

"Internal strife? If I don't stop you, won't most of the Shinsengumi's elite be wiped out here?"