Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Time passed by second by second.

Maki Azuma's expression changed from gloomy to panic, and then, accompanied by the busy tone from her phone, it finally turned into despair.

She silently handed the phone to Uesugi Kiyoshi without making a sound, but tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

She's not stupid; there's no point in deceiving herself.

Only I know my father's phone number. No matter what phone I use to dial this number, my father will answer immediately.

This was an agreement between father and daughter.

My father broke his promise.

Dongwen the Serpent was not a very trustworthy person, and countless members of the extreme path had already been killed by his fickle and unpredictable schemes.

But he never broke his promise to his daughter.

Maki Azuma already had a vague guess in her mind what had happened.

Uesugi Kiyoshi observed Higashima Maki's expression, and although he felt somewhat reluctant, he still uttered the cruel words.

"I received the news five minutes ago that Dong Wenjue is dead."

"He was beheaded by his younger brother Dong Wenyu at the headquarters of the Dongwen Society, and the Dongwen Society officially changed hands."

Maki Azuma looked up abruptly as if struck by lightning, meeting Kiyoshi Uesugi's gaze. Her eyes were filled with disbelief and intense sorrow, bloodshot and streaming with tears. She was nowhere to be seen as a young lady.

Although she already had a suspicion that her father had probably met with some misfortune, she still lost control of her emotions when this terrible news was presented to her in such an open and unvarnished manner.

Uesugi Kiyoshi could choose to keep it a secret from Azuma Maki, or he could choose to tell her the fact that Azuma Satoru was dead in a gentler way—although Uesugi Kiyoshi thought that Azuma Satoru was most likely faking his death, since this Azuma Serpent had already set up the scheme, he might as well give Azuma Maki a push, so that he could feel at ease when he received his reward later.

He snorted coldly, his eyes devoid of any tenderness.

"What's the use of crying?"

"Even if you cry twice, the dead won't come back to life!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi leaned against the tatami mat, looking at the ceiling, frowning, his voice cold, and he didn't offer any words of comfort to the young lady of the Touka family who had just experienced the pain of losing her father.

Those words were completely useless. At least, in his past life, when his parents passed away, he heard those same old comforting words, and his mood didn't improve in the slightest.

What's the point of saying more?

Can people come back to life?

Some people died, and some people are still alive.

Life goes on, and we'll continue living as we always have to.

No matter how many sweet words you speak, it's not as effective as taking action to help others.

He is quite pragmatic and results-oriented.

"If you want your father to die with regrets, knowing that the business he built up over his lifetime has fallen into the hands of his killer, then keep crying."

"If you want to watch your father's trusted subordinates be gradually wiped out by the enemy and see more innocent people die, then continue to wallow in your grief and shirk the responsibilities you should bear."

"Like this shrine maiden, there must be quite a few people who are loyal to you and protect you, right?"

"You don't care what becomes of them, do you?"

"The hatred of killing one's father is nothing to you?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi smirked and gave a cold laugh.

“I know you’re naive, but you can’t stay naive forever.”

“You are Dong Wenjue’s daughter, not one of those carefree high school girls your age. There are some things you are destined to bear.”

"If you just want to cry your heart out, then it doesn't matter."

"Cry all you want. I will protect you today. This is all I can do for you because of the friendship between your father and my master."

Uesugi Kiyoshi shut his mouth, turned his head, and closed his eyes to rest.

Maki Azuma took a few difficult breaths, her face hardening as she fiercely wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.

Her eyes still held sadness and confusion, but there was an added, almost imperceptible, determination.

To avenge his father.

This thought grew wildly in her mind, completely devouring her rational thinking and inner kindness, and ultimately taking over her true self.

The defenses built by kindness and compassion were completely shattered, and hatred and resoluteness began to fester within him.

She spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure and made a fool of myself in front of you, Uesugi-kun."

"You're right, I am Dong Wenjue's daughter, I can't just collapse here."

"My father dedicated his life to the Dongwen Society, and I will never allow this legacy to fall into the hands of others!"

"Even if he's my uncle, it's not allowed!"

Seeing that Higashima Maki finally showed some fighting spirit, Uesugi Kiyoshi breathed a sigh of relief.

He was actually quite afraid that Maki Higashimoto would become depressed and fall into despair. Such extreme emotional fluctuations could easily attract the covetousness of ghosts and gods.

She was lucky; she pulled through.

Although only hatred is supporting her spirit right now, it's still much better than useless tears.

Maki Azuma gripped the reverse-blade ship tightly in her arms, a raging flame of revenge burning in her eyes—a person's growth can happen in an instant.

She doesn't know what to do or how to deal with what happened today, but the seeds of hatred have already sprouted in her heart and will eventually grow into a towering tree.

This is not a bad thing.

If Azuma Maki were born into an ordinary family, she would have no problem with her personality at all.

But her compassionate nature, stemming from her upbringing in the underworld, will ultimately be her downfall.

This is probably what Dong Wenjue is most worried about.

Now, with hatred as fuel, propelling her forward, it will also subtly change her personality.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't know what would happen in the end.

But it can't get any worse than it is now.

"Not bad, but don't just stand there doing nothing."

Did your father leave you anything, such as a keepsake or a keepsake to carry with you at all times?

"Has he arranged for loyal trusted men to serve you?"

"Contact your subordinates, consolidate your forces, prevent the enemy from annihilating you, and quickly gain the support of your father's allies."

Uesugi Kiyoshi patiently guided him.

Maki Higashimoto gritted her teeth, thought for a moment, and then shook her head.

"The only thing my father told me to carry with me was the reverse blade."

“I don’t like my father’s men. I hate gangsters and don’t have much contact with them.”

"As for those who are loyal to me..."

"Kami Cheng!"

"Just get in touch with Shencheng. Father trusts her a lot; she'll know what to do!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi frowned when he heard a somewhat familiar name.

The fledgling of the Kowloon Group, the demonic sword of the Dongwen Society.

These are all urban legends, and there are bizarre stories about them on various online forums. He had heard of them before.

Just as he was about to ask for more details, suddenly, a series of noisy footsteps came from outside the window.

Immediately afterwards, sirens and loud shouts rang out.

"It's endless, right?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi stood up with a somewhat unpleasant expression, looked out the window, and his eyes narrowed.

Demon Sword Shencheng?

Chapter 78 Miracle Muramasa

Uesugi Kiyoya lived on the first floor, so the view wasn't very wide, but his eyesight was far beyond that of ordinary people, and he could see everything outside the alleyway clearly.

What happened here is no small matter; dozens of people have died, and there are many witnesses. It will take a lot of effort to calm people down and eliminate public panic. Therefore, a large number of police officers have been stationed here to protect and cordon off the scene, prevent unauthorized personnel from entering, and also reduce the impact of the violence on nearby residents.

Although the situation here is serious, it is still at a mortal level in terms of visual effects. There are no large-scale scenes like those in movies with special effects, so ordinary police officers can handle the aftermath. If ghosts and gods really descended to earth, the damage and impact would be much greater than this.

The aftermath of such incidents often requires more specialized personnel.

But under the watchful eyes of countless police officers, a ghostly, dark figure drifted closer and closer.

It was followed by countless tails.

White hair, black robes, blood-red eyes, and a cold blade.

Her dashing figure naturally reminded Uesugi Kiyoshi of the online descriptions of the Tobun-kai's demon sword.

No photos of this demon swordsman, Shen Cheng, have been circulated; only the legend of "white hair and blood-red eyes" exists. Now it seems that this is indeed true.

Uesugi glanced at Higashimura Maki indifferently and said, "Miss Higashimura, your people have arrived."

"I'll go meet her. You stay here and think carefully about what to do next."

He then turned to Kazumi Rin, who was currently struggling with a table full of delicious food. A bucket of rice next to her had already been emptied halfway, and her eating habits stunned Nohara Kyoko.

Uesugi Kiyoshi, however, was not surprised at all.

"Rin, I'm going out for a bit. Keep an eye on the house."

"woo woo woo woo!"

With her mouth full of food, Kamiizumi Rin mumbled a few words indistinctly, then gave a bright smile and a thumbs-up to Uesugi Kiyoshi.

After receiving a response from Izumi Rin, Uesugi Kiyoshi put his shoes back on without further ado and went out.

He hurried along, and half a minute later, he had arrived at the entrance of the alley.