Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

"You also said that his physical fitness is only three times that of an ordinary person. When I was fighting with him, I felt that he was about this level. In this case, it goes without saying that a team of SATs should be enough to deal with him, right?"

SAT is the abbreviation of the Japanese National Police Agency's Anti-Terrorism Special Assault Team, also known as the "Eagle". It is a professional anti-terrorism team with a specific nature similar to that of special forces.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke smiled slightly and shook his head.

"Yes, Yokotano's physical fitness is indeed limited to this, but he is a mystic."

"You don't think that those mystics who believe in ghosts and gods will only get some physical enhancements, right? Uesugi-kun, although I don't know how you killed him, Yokotano is not the kind of cannon fodder that can be found everywhere."

"His body has been dissected by researchers from the association and a detailed analysis has been done."

"The abilities bestowed upon him by the ghosts and gods he believed in were - a certain degree of physical immunity, super strong self-healing ability, and the ability to survive even fatal injuries."

"It is difficult for ordinary cold weapons to injure him. Even if wounds are left, they will heal quickly. Moreover, even if you dig out his heart or chop off his head, he will not die. He will still stand up and continue fighting."

"Who knows, during the beating, his dug-out heart and chopped-off head might grow back on their own - this kind of thing is not without precedent."

"Imagine, if there were no extraordinary people intervening, wouldn't Yokotano, who possessed this ability, be able to turn the port area upside down? Even if he was killed by a firepower network of heavy weapons in the end, he would still be able to cause enough damage before his death and reap the lives of a large number of innocent people."

"It is not an exaggeration to say that this is a regional disaster."

"Above the regional level are even more powerful. If left alone, they can destroy the entire Tokyo metropolis, or they can wreak havoc within the confines of a county. They are called the castle tower level."

Japan's county-level administrative units are not the same as China's counties. Although they cannot be compared in terms of area alone, in terms of administrative levels alone, a county in Japan is equivalent to a province in China.

"Above the castle tower level is the national territory level, which has the potential to destroy a country."

"Above the national level is the legendary natural disaster level - Jörmungandr is a ghost god of this level."

"These things are too far away from us. I have been in this business for ten years, and the most serious ghost disaster I have encountered is only at the castle level. Therefore, those who can solve regional-level incidents alone are already the backbone of the association."

Uesugi Kiyoshi nodded thoughtfully and asked, "So, Inspector Akutagawa wants me to..."

He didn't finish his words, but his question was obvious. Akutagawa Ryunosuke smiled knowingly and said affirmatively, "Of course I am inviting Uesugi-kun to become a [Collector]."

"I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but there are only three permanent collectors in the association in Tokyo, including me and Kudo. If Uesugi-kun can join, it will be a great help."

Uesugi Kiyoshi pondered over it and felt that something was wrong. This organization was too strange. How could they recruit "cadre-level" members so casually? Shouldn't this kind of extraordinary organization have strict standards for recruiting members? Shouldn't they at least check the intelligence of the newcomer's ancestors for three generations to determine whether the other party is an undercover?

He didn't keep it to himself and asked directly.

After hearing this, Akutagawa Ryunosuke was speechless.

He shrugged and said bluntly, "I can probably understand Uesugi-kun's idea. The Shinsengumi and Heian-kyo recruit people using the same method you described. As for us, it's different."

"I'm not in a position to elaborate on the specific reasons. Our Collectibles Association accepts new collectors. All they need is two official collectors as guarantors and then they pass an ability assessment."

"As for the loyalty of the new member, if he does something that harms the association, we will directly hold his guarantor accountable."

"If Uesugi-kun is willing to join us, Kudo and I will be your guarantors. Don't worry, this is not a problem."

"Ah, I don't think I've mentioned the issue of salary yet. I'm a talkative person, please don't be offended, Uesugi-kun."

“The reason why the Collectibles Association is called the Collectibles Association is because the association owns many [collectibles], which are all extraordinary things!”

"There are [Devil's Weapon] that can threaten demons, [Heroic Soul Lens] that can awaken the Linker, and there are also extraordinary equipment that the Association's True Seers have painstakingly created."

“New collectors can choose to own a collection from the list we provide. This is a welcome gift from the association.”

"In addition, there is a base salary of 3 million yen per month, and there are additional bonuses and special rewards for missions. There is one mandatory mission indicator per month that you must participate in, and in principle, you can choose not to participate in the rest of the missions."

"Of course, if Uesugi-kun chooses to join, I still hope that you can take on more tasks. We are really short of manpower. Kudo has no combat ability, and my other colleague is nowhere to be found all day. I have been so busy lately that my hair is about to fall out. The affairs of the entire Tokyo city depend on me alone."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was complaining there, but Uesugi Kiyoshi turned a deaf ear to him.

The only thing on his mind right now is "3 million yen basic salary every month"!

Does your collection association have a mine at home? !

The average annual salary in Japan is over 4 million yen, and in Tokyo it is slightly higher, at over 6 million yen.

In other words, an ordinary white-collar worker working very hard in Tokyo for half a year would earn as much as these collectors who slack off for a month!

Is this still the base salary?!

He swallowed and forced himself to suppress the urge to agree to Akutagawa Ryunosuke - he was really tired of being poor, and money can make a hero fall. He had a lot of sword skills, but it couldn't generate any income for him, and he had been living a poor life. He went to work, but the hourly wage was only 1,000 yen, which was just enough to make ends meet.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's expression became serious, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Akutagawa Ryunosuke became a little more intense.

"Inspector Akutagawa, please don't worry!"

"I will seriously consider it!"

As they were talking, they had already reached the door of a lounge on the third floor. After solemnly making a promise to Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Uesugi Kiyoshi pushed the door and walked in amidst his somewhat stunned look.

Chapter 37 Homeless

The fluorescent lights in the lounge emitted a warm yellow light. Behind an office desk, the petite figure of Nohara Anko was looming. She leaned over the table with her little head buried in her arms. Uesugi Kiyoshi could faintly hear her sobbing.

There was also a lunch box and a glass of water in front of Nohara Anko, but she did not move at all, and even the sound of the door opening did not wake her up.

Uesugi Kiyoshi looked at Akutagawa Ryunosuke with an inquiring look, and Akutagawa Ryunosuke spoke in a low voice with understanding.

"I've already made arrangements here. Uesugi-kun just needs to take Miss Nohara with you. No one will make things difficult for you."

"I have to go and finish the Yokotano matter first. I look forward to hearing from Uesugi-kun. So, I'll take my leave now."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke was very tactful and made room for the two of them to be alone. He performed a gentlemanly salute, turned around and disappeared into the dimly lit corridor.

Uesugi Kiyoshi sighed, increased his footsteps, and stepped into the lounge.

The sudden footsteps finally woke Nohara Anko up. She raised her head in a panic, wiped the tears from her face with her numb little hands, and tried hard to open her red and swollen eyes to identify who was coming.

When she saw that it was Uesugi Kiyoshi who came, she was delighted. She forced a smile on her originally sad face and spoke in a hoarse and choked voice.

"Uesugi-kun! Are you okay?"

"I was very worried about you! But I asked the police about your situation, but they didn't tell me."

"I followed Uesugi-kun's instructions and explained everything to the police officer who came to question me. I hope they didn't make things difficult for you!"

The girl had tears in her eyes, but a smile on her face, and her concern for herself could not be concealed. For a moment, Uesugi Kiyoshi felt a little depressed - he felt a little guilty.

Uesugi Kiyoshi was a man who clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment. He believed that if you put in something, you should get something in return. If someone offended him, even if he tolerated it in person for the sake of the overall situation, he would still hold a grudge and retaliate.

But if someone is nice to him, he will definitely repay them with a thousandfold. He was lonely and helpless in his previous life, with no one to help him, and he basically lived tenaciously and tenaciously on his own. So he secretly decided in his heart that if someone was willing to help him and be nice to him, he would repay them a hundredfold, at least not to let that person regret helping him.

That's why he respects his teacher, Hidekawa Kamiizumi, as his parent, and that's why he regards Kudo Yuichi, who shows kindness to him as soon as they meet, as his close friend.

Now, Nohara Anko's uncle, her only support, died at his hands. Even if Uesugi Kiyoshi did it to save others, if he didn't do it, the next person to be chopped into pieces by Yokotano would probably be poor little Anko. But he still couldn't help feeling sorry for Nohara Anko.

He sighed, lowered his eyes, not daring to look into Nohara Anzi's sad and concerned eyes, and spoke in an extremely gentle tone.

"Well, Xingzi, this has been resolved. Let's go out and talk about it first."

Nohara Anzi naturally obeyed Uesugi Kiyoshi's words. She wiped her tears, jumped off the chair which was a little high for her, trotted to the locker next to her to pick up their backpacks, and followed Uesugi Kiyoshi like a little follower.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't want to stay in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department for long. Most people would like to stay in a place like a police station. Now that the matter was over, he took Nohara Anko directly out of the Sakurada Gate.

The night was deep, and it was already around ten o'clock in the evening. There were few pedestrians on the road. The night wind was a little strong, and there was damp water vapor in the wind. The sky was still covered with dark clouds, obscuring the stars and the moon behind them.

I don’t know when the rain will fall.

Uesugi Kiyoshi and Nohara Anko walked in silence on the side of the road. Uesugi Kiyoshi carefully considered his words and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Xingzi, too many things happened today. I'll explain to you another day. Let me take you home first."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the footsteps of Nohara Anko behind him stopped. Uesugi Kiyoshi sensed something was wrong, and looking back, he saw Nohara Anko standing still with her head lowered, her bangs hanging down in front of her forehead, covering her eyebrows. Her shoulders kept shaking, and she seemed to be sobbing softly again.

Slowly, Nohara Anko's sobs became louder and louder. She could no longer control her emotions and slowly squatted down, hugging her shoulders with both hands, looking extremely helpless.

After a few seconds, her dull, tearful voice came out.

"Uesugi-kun"

"me."

“I have no home anymore”

Nohara Anko was sad and scared. The police who came to question her did not hide anything from her and told her the news of the death of Yokota No and Yoshiko Yoko. She learned that her uncle had gone mad and brutally killed her aunt, and then tried to attack Uesugi Kiyoshi. She was not a fool. Combined with the strong smell of blood she smelled at the door of her house, she could also infer the truth of the matter. She was just subconsciously avoiding it and was unwilling to believe this fact.

The police's words were the last straw that broke her mentality.

She lost her father and mother at a young age and was left alone and helpless. Fortunately, her uncle adopted her, saving her from the fate of going to an orphanage.

She has been living under someone else's roof for so many years, and although her life is not very satisfactory, she at least has a home and relatives in this world.

Her aunt was not nice to her, but her uncle was always gentle to her.

but.

Overnight.

She has nothing left.

She had no friends at school and now she had no relatives. Even her home had become a crime scene. It went without saying that she could never go back.

While Nohara Anko was grieving the death of her uncle and aunt, she felt lost in her thoughts.

Tokyo is so big, and it’s all a cold steel jungle. Amid the hustle and bustle, where can she call home?

Uesugi Kiyoshi felt that he had said something wrong and felt a little guilty. At this moment, looking at Nohara Anko sobbing with her head down, he was shocked and stood there in a daze.

After a long silence, he sighed.

In his previous life, when he was less than ten years old, both his parents died of illness. On the day of their funeral, after dealing with the hypocritical guests and friends with a numb expression, didn't he also cry so sadly in front of his parents' coffin late at night?

That was the last time he shed tears in his past and present lives.

He was the same as Nohara Kyoko is now.

No friends, no relatives, and no home.

He looked at Nohara Anko and felt as if he saw his past self.

I wasn't that unlucky at the time, at least there was a relative who was willing to adopt me. Although his motives were not pure, he was able to raise me until I reached adulthood.

Who can Nohara Anzi rely on now?

For a moment, the demon spirit of Yingcao, the scene of killing Yokotano, and the helpless crying of Nohara Anko mixed together, circling in his mind.

It didn't take long for him to seem to have made a decision.

He walked to Nohara Anko, leaned over slightly, and spoke in a gentle voice.

"I'm sorry, Xingzi, I didn't think it through and said the wrong thing."