Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

The mastermind behind this heavy rain might just be the experience baby that happened to be delivered to the door.

Uesugi Kiyoshi wished that this was the work of the gods.

He had a vague feeling that the power of the gods would be more beneficial to his ascension to godhood.

After saying hello to Li Fuyao, Uesugi Kiyoshi left.

The owner of the Baiwen Hall raised her eyes slightly, a blue-green light flashed in her eyes, and the thoughtful smile on her face became a little brighter. She gently flipped the book in her hands and talked to herself.

"The water level of the Arakawa River is rising. Is there a danger of flooding Tokyo?"

"Haha, you are really brave to do something in the Arakawa River basin."

"I don't know whose henchman this is. He's so ignorant. Could he be an outsider? If he's a local, he shouldn't have offended that person."

"That hot-tempered, arrogant river king, Lord Arakawa, has not disappeared from this world yet!"

In Arakawa district, there is a quiet street not far from the Hyakumonkan. On both sides of the street are old apartment buildings that appear to be of low quality but are quite quiet.

This is the current residence of Ueno Mitsuishi, which is adjacent to the Arakawa River that runs through Tokyo. The environment of this apartment building is a bit humid, but it has a high cost-effectiveness and has become the first choice for many people with limited funds to rent a house.

Ueno Mitsuishi's family is not the only one living here.

On the roadside, a young man was walking with an umbrella.

The man looked to be in his twenties and could be considered handsome, but his expression was cold and even a little fierce. He was tall and slender, wearing a somewhat old but very clean green Wu suit, with a sword bag slung around his waist.

There should be a real weapon in the sword bag.

Generally speaking, people dressed like this in Tokyo look like kendo staff or cosplay enthusiasts.

This young man is obviously the former.

His name is Shingo Narumi, and he works as an instructor at an ancient kendo gym in Arakawa District, earning a salary that is not meager but not very generous either.

He has been doing this job since he graduated from high school, and it has been ten years now. He is considered a leader in the industry. He is also a native of Arakawa and has hardly ever left this land.

Due to the influence of the heavy rain, there were not many disciples coming to the temple to practice these days, so he got off work early and was almost home at four or five in the afternoon.

Unexpectedly, he was stopped by someone halfway on the road.

As a swordsman's instinctive reaction, he subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist. After seeing the person coming, he slowly loosened his grip, but his delicate eyebrows were already tightly furrowed.

The people blocking the road were a man and a woman, both in suits, but they looked like cheap suits, with fake business smiles on their faces. They didn't even carry an umbrella on such a rainy day, and let the heavy rain soak them.

The man and woman first bowed formally, then handed a colorful piece of paper to Nobuo Nagisa with both hands.

Shingo Narumi took it subconsciously, his eyes flashed, and he was attracted by the title.

"Please join the Arakawa sect!"

The funny cursive handwriting and the abrupt red paint made the message sink deep into his mind.

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"Is he a member of a sect that recruits people?"

This was Shingo Narumi's subconscious reaction.

Japan is a country with freedom of belief. There are many religious sects here. Shintoism and Buddhism once shared the same territory. However, in modern times, many different sects have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain and cannot be stopped despite repeated bans.

This kind of sect is more of a "tool for making money" than a "religion".

They specifically target housewives with low cultural levels or the elderly, seduce them with rhetoric, and conduct semi-brainwashing speeches and propaganda. Their ultimate goal is not to collect "faith" for the so-called gods, but only to pocket the believers' wealth. Those with good conditions may even be defrauded of their sex. This kind of thing is not uncommon in Japan, as there are many families that have fallen apart due to these sects' deception of money and sex.

Conglomerates, political parties, gangs, sects.

These are the four major challenges that all industries in Japan cannot avoid.

This powerful sect colludes with gangs, provides political donations to certain political parties, bullies the weak and flatters the strong, uses sweet words to deceive the people, and thrives. Its size is growing, and it is not a force to be underestimated.

The most outrageous thing is that many sects of this nature are registered with the government and are "legal". Donations and "physical service" are voluntary on the part of believers. If someone suddenly realizes their mistake and wants to take legal action to recover their losses, the chances of them winning the case are slim in the hands of the lawyers who are heavily paid by those sects.

This has become a malignant industry that endangers social security.

Nobuo Minghai felt that the man and woman in front of him were probably members of such a sect. Their first step was to spread the doctrine, recruit people to join, empty their property, and then squeeze out the last bit of value that could be used and finally discard them.

He was accustomed to this kind of routine. The residents of Arakawa District were diverse and there were all kinds of people. Nobuo Narumi had seen a lot.

He waved his hand impatiently, wanting to take a detour and leave, but the man in the suit persisted and stopped him again, continued to bow, and said loudly: "Sir, please learn about our sect. It won't take you long."

"We believe in the ruler and protector of the Arakawa River Basin, the Lord of Arakawa!"

Ming Hai Xinwu's eyes changed and his expression looked a little concerned.

The Arakawa River originates from Mt. Kobu-Nobunaga, flows into Mt. Chichibu, passes through the basin, passes through the Nagatoro Valley, goes north to Osato County and Yorii Town, and enters the Kanto Plain. The lower reaches turn southeast at Kumagaya and flow into the Makawa River in Kawagoe City. After passing Saitama, it flows east again, exits the Sumida River, and finally enters Edo Bay.

Edo Bay is now Tokyo Bay.

According to popular legend, during the Heian period, a water monster haunted the Arakawa River, causing the river to spread and submerge farmland, making life miserable for the people.

Later, a great demon appeared out of nowhere with a violent temperament and amazing strength. With his own power, he subdued the water demon in the Arakawa River basin, making it dare not make trouble. Peace was restored along the Arakawa River basin, and people were able to live and work in peace.

There are also rumors that in years of drought, the Arakawa River was about to dry up several times, and farmers were about to have no harvest. In the end, it was all thanks to the magic of the Lord of the Arakawa River that the people were saved and able to live in peace.

Therefore, people living along the banks of the Arakawa River worship it as a god and pray for its protection.

His name is -- Lord Arakawa.

It is rumored that the Lord of Arakawa has a violent and eccentric personality, and acts based on his personal preferences, but he is dedicated to controlling the local water and soil, and provides convenience for the implementation of water conservancy projects to benefit the people of Arakawa.

It doesn't sound like an evil god.

There are few people in Arakawa District who have not heard of the name of Lord Arakawa. The older generation has passed down the name by word of mouth, and it has become widely known that he can even be seen in TV dramas.

However, in today's world where faith is weak, it is unknown how many people actually believe in this god.

Seeing the change in Ming Hai Xinwu's expression, the woman in the suit was delighted. She stepped forward and began to introduce him in a torrent of words.

"Sir, I'm sure you've heard the legend of the Lord of Arakawa. Our sect follows the faith of our Lord and protects the Arakawa River basin."

"Overexploitation by humans has severely damaged the Arakawa River. The water in the river has been polluted, and fish and shrimp have become diseased. Excessive use has also caused the Arakawa River to show signs of drying up. Over time, this river that has always protected us will gradually disappear!"

"Our purpose is to protect the river, protect Arakawa, and protect the land that gave birth to me and raised me!"

"Sir, you are also from Arakawa, right? Do you want to watch Arakawa continue to be destroyed like this?"

Ming Hai Xinwu tapped the sword bag with his fingers, his face was expressionless and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

What the woman in the suit said was very high-sounding and sounded like something from an environmental protection organization.

It is precisely this kind of righteous words that can make many people let down their guard and agree with them, which is also the first step for them to be conquered.

Shingo Narumi was not that stupid. He quickly glanced at the flyer in his hand. It basically contained some stories and legends about the Lord of Arakawa, as well as the recent tragic destruction of the Arakawa River and the serious consequences that would occur if things continued like this. Every word was shocking.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but still stuffed the flyer into the hand of the woman in the suit and shook his head indifferently.

"Sorry, I'm not religious."

"Get out of the way."

He used his shoulder to push away the man in a suit who was blocking his way and tried to leave.

The woman in the suit was persistent and earnest: "Sir, please reconsider. We hold free lectures nearby every day. You may want to go and listen when you have time. We are a formal religious sect recognized by the government and registered. We are not an unscrupulous liar. Our official website is on the promotional page. You can go and verify it."

As she spoke, the woman in the suit stuffed the flyer into Shingo Narumi's hand again.

Shingo Narumi frowned, but in order to prevent them from pestering him, he did not throw the paper away, but held it in his hand, but did not stop.

Maybe because he was bumped by Shingo Nagami, the man in the suit was a little angry. He looked coldly at Shingo Nagami's back, and suddenly a strange and crazy smile appeared on his face.

"You don't understand at all!"

"This rain! This rain is Lord Arakawa's warning to mankind!"

"If humans don't stop abusing water resources and destroying rivers, Lord Arakawa will summon heavy rain, drive the Arakawa, and turn the entire Tokyo into a swamp!"

"This is retribution. This is retribution! Hehehe. Hahaha!"

The strange and bizarre smile made Shingo Minghai look back.

The fanatical eyes and strange smile of the man in the suit made his heart skip a beat and he felt that something was unusual.

He turned his head and left in a hurry.

In two or three steps, he arrived at the downstairs of the apartment building where he lived.

As soon as he stepped into the corridor, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

Ming Hai Xinwu's eyes moved and he took the initiative to greet him.

"Ueno-senpai, why did you come back so early today?"

In front of him was Ueno Mitsuishi, who was arranged by Uesugi Kiyoshi to come back to rest and prepare for tomorrow's work.

Ueno Mitsuishi was wearing a work suit, and his silver hair made him look a little old, but he was still in good spirits and did not look like an old and decadent man.

At this moment, he was bending over and placing a plate of fruit as an offering in front of a small shrine at the corner of the corridor.

Fruits in Japan are very expensive, so this is a tribute made with great sincerity.

Hearing someone greet him, Ueno Sanishi turned around, showed a fleeting smile, and replied: "Ah, it's Minghai-kun, have you completed the work at the gym?"

"Today is a special situation, so I got off work early. Starting tomorrow, I will be busy. Then I will ask Nobuo-kun to take care of Usagi."

"Little Rabbit" is the granddaughter of Ueno Mitsuishi, who depends on each other for everything. Ueno Rabbit, who just entered junior high school this year, is a little loli.

Ueno Mitsuishi and Narumi Shingo have a very good relationship. They have been neighbors for many years. Ueno Mitsuishi knows the temper of this young man and knows that he is a trustworthy person. Even Narumi Shingo's job in the dojo was obtained by Ueno Mitsuishi through his acquaintances.

Shingo Narumi is very good at swordsmanship, and the two of them often practice and exchange ideas with each other, and can be considered friends regardless of age difference.

Seeing the deity enshrined in the shrine, Ming Hai Xinwu's expression changed, and he subconsciously took out the flyer that was crumpled in his hand, and whispered: "Senior Ueno, I remember that you often worship the Lord of Arakawa, right? Do you also believe in this sect?"

Ueno Sanishi looked at Ming Hai Shingo in a daze, took the flyer and glanced through it, with a hint of anger appearing between his brows.

It wasn't long before the anger turned into helplessness.

He sighed deeply and shook his head - the flyer also contained what the man in the suit said, speculating about the rain, that it was a warning from Lord Arakawa to mankind, a precursor to the fall of Tokyo, and so on.

"This is all fake, just a trick to deceive people."

"Mr. Minghai, I grew up listening to the legend of Lord Arakawa. This god protects the land and water, guards against monsters, and benefits the people. He is definitely not an evil god who can do things like flooding Tokyo."

"There is something strange about this rain. But..."

Ueno Sanishi sighed again and didn't say anything else. He just smiled bitterly, shook his head and changed the subject.

"I believe that Ming Hai-kun will not be bewitched by such despicable means. These people are very difficult to deal with. They are not afraid of taking legal action. They collude with gangs and bribe the government. They are like a hedgehog with thorns all over their body. They hurt people a lot. It's really hateful!"