Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

Uesugi Kiyoshi ignored her. He knew that Alin's sad expression would not last more than five minutes. She was an out-and-out optimist.

He changed into slippers and smiled at Nohara Anko, his face showing a little tenderness.

"It's none of your business, Xingzi. You should stop pampering her so much. Don't give her food according to her wishes in the future. She can't eat so much."

Nohara Anko looked at the collapsed Uesugi Rin with a somewhat apologetic look, nodded silently, and when she raised her eyes, she suddenly saw the collar of Uesugi Kiyoshi's shirt.

"Ah, Uesugi-kun, the button on your shirt has fallen off."

"Let me mend it for you. I wonder if there are any buttons of the same style?"

Uesugi Qing's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he remembered the ambiguous smile on Li Fuyao's face when he pulled his buttons away. He suddenly felt a little flustered, as if he was being caught by his wife at home while flirting with other women.

He shook his head vigorously to get rid of this thought from his mind, and smiled awkwardly.

"Ah, no need. This is the association's standard equipment. It's protective gear for combat. A button won't get in the way. You don't have to worry about it."

"I'm a little hungry too - is the meal ready?"

Nohara Anzi did not doubt Uesugi Kiyoshi's change of subject. She just nodded obediently and turned to go to the kitchen to continue preparing lunch. Halfway there, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and she jogged over, picked up a manila envelope from the coffee table, and handed it to Uesugi Kiyoshi.

"Uesugi-kun, this is something Kudo-kun sent me. He said it was for you, but I didn't open it."

Upon hearing this, Uesugi Kiyoshi took it and tore open the envelope directly.

What caught my eye was a bank card and a stack of 10,000 yen bills, which gave me an incredible sense of security.

This should be the "salary" - Akutagawa Ryunosuke once said that there is no other advantage of the Collectibles Association except that there is a lot of money. He can also see some clues in the past few days.

This should have been done by Kudo Yuichi. He is always careful and keeps banknotes and bank cards separate for easy use, which is his style.

After putting the bank card into his pocket, he took out the thick stack of Fukuzawa Yukichi and stuffed it directly into Nohara Anko's hand.

"Yes, Xingzi, this is um, just use it for home use."

Nohara Anko has never had any concept of money, and she has never come into contact with so much money, but that doesn’t matter. Her mind is now filled with the phrase “This is for household use.”

In Japan, the money a husband gives to his wife is called household expenses.

Her heart suddenly began to beat fast and she stammered, unable to speak. Her face flushed red and her watery eyes were filled with affection that was about to overflow. She looked timidly at Uesugi Kiyoshi's handsome face and became more and more shy the more she looked.

"This, this, this!"

"What do you mean by Uesugi-kun giving me household expenses?"

"Did you finally accept what I meant?"

"Me me me!!!"

“So what’s the next step?”

Her mind is full of messy thoughts. She has even decided whether to have a son or a daughter as her second child. If it were put into a comic, it would probably be an exaggerated scene of steam coming out of her head, which would be very cute.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't pay much attention to it. He shook the cowhide bag, and a key fell out, and he was stunned.

He recognized this key. He had seen it today. It was the key to Shosoin. The one in his hand should belong to Akutagawa Ryunosuke.

Why was it given to him by Kudo Yuichi?

He was too lazy to think about it and just called Kudo Yuichi.

"I say, Yuichi, you have finally realized that you want to seize power, overthrow Akutagawa's corrupt rule, wear the yellow robe and be crowned king? Make the Collectibles Association a Kudo-like organization?"

"Aren't the keys to the Shosoin Repository usually carried by collectors? Why did you give me this one?"

"Let me guess, poor Akutagawa-san has been chopped up by you, wrapped in cement, and sunk in Tokyo Bay, right? A moment of silence for him."

"Why didn't you ask me to come and see the fun when there was such a good thing?"

"I support you unconditionally. If you become rich, you should at least take me with you."

A series of combined punches left Kudo Yuichi speechless, and he could only curse with a wry smile.

"Okay, stop being so funny. You must be in such a good mood. I've never seen you talk so much before."

"Don't be long-winded. Just take it. The key to Shosoin can only be kept by collectors. This is an iron rule."

"As for Akutagawa, he is definitely not in Tokyo anymore."

"This morning, after he had chosen the [gift] for you, he suddenly received a message from the headquarters that the annual [job review day] had been scheduled for next weekend in Kyoto. He hurriedly went to Osaka today. This is a big deal, and he needs to prepare well."

"You should know that the Collectibles Association has a headquarters. Although the Tokyo branch is not under the control of the headquarters, we still cannot tear each other apart. We still have to save face."

"I've been busy fighting for power lately, and you have to deal with the Arakawa District. Akutagawa dragged that old depressed guy who said 'I'm sorry for being born a human' away in a hurry, and entrusted all the mess to me before leaving. I'm so annoyed."

"They left their keys behind. We each have one. There is a valve in the Shosoin that opens the defense mechanism of the Collection Association. This thing cannot leave Tokyo."

"That's it. We'll talk later. I'll interrogate Master Yamamoto first. He's regained consciousness, and I've managed to pry out some interesting information."

"If you have nothing to do, you can come down and listen in - in the interrogation room on the third floor underground."

After saying that, Kudo Yuichi hung up the phone.

Uesugi Kiyoshi did show some interest.

That Yamamoto Ryosuke who was covered in scales and turned into a monster - actually still retained his sanity and could be interrogated to get information?

This is very interesting news.

ps. I have been on business trips twice this month, so the updates are not very stable. I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. Work is important. I've been short of money recently, so I have to run business. I didn't get back from a meeting until after nine o'clock tonight, and I'm exhausted both physically and mentally.

September should be fine, but October will be busy again. I will try my best in September to see if I can maintain ten thousand per day and try to catch up with the progress - this is not a promise, I can't say for sure.

The third volume will be completed this month, and there should be three to four volumes left.

I want to finish this book this year. It's not impossible to put it off and just rely on the full attendance allowance, but it's a bit boring.

I haven't checked my recent performance. I haven't opened the Writer's Assistant for a week. It was only today when I logged into the PC that I saw a large reward - thank you Luo Tianyi's Cat for the reward of 10000 Qidian coins. I really don't deserve it. If you have coins, just support the subscription. Please reward according to your means - so I usually don't thank people for rewards. I always feel a little ashamed to take this money.

Recently, the chapters are basically 4,000 in length, and updating once a day is not just for fun.

Of course, this amount of updates is nothing to be proud of.

Don't worry, I won't cancel it.

that's all.

Chapter 200 Sword and Armor

After hanging up the phone, Uesugi Kiyoshi was not in a hurry to join in the fun.

The Collectibles Association is not a prison like in the movies where one can easily escape from it; it is an organization that specializes in “sheltering” people.

It's easy to get in, but hard to get out.

He glanced at it and found something new on his sword rack.

A knife.

"Where did this come from?"

Nohara Anzi, who was daydreaming, was brought back to her senses by his question, but her mind was still blank, her eyes were dazed, and her mouth was slightly open. It was obvious that she would find it difficult to answer him for the time being.

When Rin Kamiizumi, who was lying on the sofa pretending to be dead, heard this, he jumped up with a somersault, and the disappointment on his face disappeared completely.

"Yes, yes, yes! Qing, where did that knife come from?"

"It's very sharp. I can smell the blood through the sheath. The blade pattern is like the raging sea. It's the best of the best. Even my father's Murasame may not be better than this blade!"

"It's a pity, it's too small. It would be much better if it was an Odachi. But it's a katana, and I'm not used to it."

"I played with it for a while before you came back. It's very comfortable to use. The blade is shorter than that of an ordinary katana. It should be used for close combat, right?"

After Alin said this, Uesugi Kiyoshi remembered.

This is the "Knee-Kiri" - the sword that the third-rate swordsman Minamoto Haruya died under his sword.

The man was not very good, and his swordsmanship was even worse, but this sword was the real "Knee-Kiri", a family heirloom of the Genji clan, and one of the few remaining "Oni-Kiri".

It is said that this was also the sword of the great general Minamoto no Raikou, and it was one of the two famous swords used by Minamoto no Raikou's father, Minamoto no Tada Mitsuinaka, to defend the world.

Minamoto no Raikou had three world-famous swords, and this Knee-Kiri is one of them. After Minamoto no Raikou defeated Shuten-doji and destroyed Mount Oe, he was murdered by a demon and contracted malaria. He was seriously ill and dying. When the great demon "Tsuchigumo" came to claim his life, the weak Minamoto no Raikou pulled out the Knee-Kiri from under his pillow and cut it in half. This sword was therefore also called the Spider-Kiri.

Legends are just legends, but if this legend is true, and Minamoto no Raikou, who was seriously ill, could kill a big monster like the Tsuchigumo, then his peak strength must be at a very terrifying level.

Uesugi Kiyoshi stretched out his hand, and Spider-Kris seemed to be summoned. After a violent vibration, it obediently leaped into Uesugi Kiyoshi's palm.

A faint gray-black mist emerged from it and merged with the mirage on Uesugi Kiyoshi's body.

After a few seconds, there was a flash of light and the spider disappeared without a trace.

At the same time, the ghost soldier lying quietly in the mirage, the armor seized from the same person seemed to feel something, trembled slightly, and turned into black smoke and dissipated.

The ghost-face tattoo on Uesugi Kiyoshi's right arm, which was transformed by Doujikiri Yasunaga, also underwent some changes - the figure of the ghost-faced man became gradually clearer, and a piece of clothing called Jinhaori gradually appeared on his body. That was the clothing worn by samurai in ancient times when going into battle, used together with armor, and was considered a relatively high-grade standard equipment.

The ghost's face was still ferocious, but this evil ghost wearing a feather robe had two sharp weapons, one long and one short, slung around his waist.

Looking closely, it was Doujikiri Yasunari and Spider Kiri!

A faint connection extended from the ghost face tattoo and was tied to Uesugi Kiyoshi's heart, as if his single movement could drive this evil ghost with a knife.

This is his home and there are trustworthy people around him, so naturally he has nothing to worry about. With a thought, his face becomes angry and fierce.

The gray-black mirage surged out like a whirlwind, covering every part of Uesugi Kiyoshi's body. He felt an indescribable feeling of comfort, and then something suddenly appeared on his body.

He tilted his head slightly, and in the gloomy weather, the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room was like a mirror, reflecting his figure at this moment.

The black and white feather armor fit him perfectly, and the soft armor lining looked like gold and jade, the material of the ghost soldiers he had seen before. A blood-red gentian flower bloomed on his chest, which was ostentatious and eye-catching, as if it was made of blood.

The two famous swords, one long and one short, rested quietly at the waist, their sharpness temporarily hidden, ready to strike.

It has been a long time since he had his hair cut, and his long black hair was scattered on his shoulders. There was a flash of sword light in his eyes, and the perfect smile on the corner of his mouth made his face even more charming.

Even the slightly narrowed fox eyes complement each other particularly well.

At the same time, behind him, a dry but muscular ghost hand with purple flames was moving in a strange rhythm, which was weird and dangerous.

He exhaled a breath, reached out to hold the hilt of the sword at his waist, and felt that his condition seemed to have reached its peak.

The armor is strong, the knife is sharp, the ghost hands are as flexible as arms, the mirage is full of energy, and even the five senses have become sharper.

Two Onikiri, one Onihei, and the severed Hell Demon Hand of Ibaraki Douji, combined together, formed his current form.

He didn't know where these changes came from, but when he looked at himself in the mirror, he found himself extremely pleasing to the eye - I should be like this, this feeling flashed wildly in his heart.

Inexplicable thoughts were still spreading in his mind, and his gaze became deep and distant, but he did not last for a few seconds before he was defeated by the atmosphere killer A Lin.