Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Author: Mango Poison Milk

Summary:

　Having been reborn in a parallel world of Tokyo, Japan, this world suddenly felt completely unfamiliar.

Dreams and reality intertwine, and the bizarre and supernatural run rampant.

With his cheat ability not yet working, Uesugi Kiyoshi had no choice but to rely on himself, starting with kendo and preparing to learn the art of slaying demons (physical).

A Ukiyo-e print, a Hyakumonogatari card game, a mirage tower, and a murderous blade.

This is the story of a young man who has stepped into the extraordinary realm, exorcising demons and evil spirits in Tokyo, making a living through his training, and being flirted with by girls in his daily life.

The knife cuts through the flesh, the heart severs gods and demons.

Tokyo Sword Saint, online card dealing.

Chapter 1 Ramen Shop

Arakawa Ward, Tokyo, Japan.

Among the 23 wards of Tokyo, this is a region with a low profile, giving people the impression of being a "marginal area".

There are no landmark buildings, no famous scenic spots, and no great figures have ever come from here.

During the Edo period, Arakawa Ward was just farmland. Starting in the Meiji era, people used the water source of Arakawa to build many factories, thus promoting industrialization.

In modern times, Arakawa Ward was officially designated as one of the 23 wards of the bustling Tokyo Metropolitan Government. However, compared with Shinjuku and Shibuya, which are known as "popular paradises", or with Chuo and Minato Wards, which are full of wealthy people, it is somewhat inconspicuous and cannot be ranked. It gives people the feeling of an ordinary "urban village".

In Arakawa Ward, in an equally inconspicuous alley, Uesugi Kiyoshi stopped in front of a somewhat dilapidated shop.

Uesugi Kiyoshi will turn sixteen this year. He is from Hokkaido and is studying alone in Tokyo for certain reasons. He is currently a second-year high school student.

He lived in Arakawa Ward, and his financial situation only allowed him to live in Arakawa Ward—or an even more chaotic and backward place.

This is his publicly available personal information.

In fact, he was a transmigrator from China who had been reincarnated a year ago and lived two lives. Moreover, he was certain that this was Tokyo in a parallel world, not the world he originally lived in.

Why he traveled through time, and why he was so certain, is a long story, so we won't go into it for now.

The reason Uesugi Kiyoshi stopped in front of this store was simple: he was hungry.

This is a ramen shop.

It's around 6 PM now. He's just returned from his master's dojo after more than two hours of intense sword practice. He hasn't had dinner yet and is starving.

He lives alone and is too lazy to cook for himself. Usually, he will go to the nearby convenience store or supermarket a little later to buy a discounted bento box to eat. It's economical and the taste is so-so, but it can fill his stomach.

But today, he walked to the door of a ramen shop and couldn't walk any further.

The rich aroma of char siu pork and ramen broth, mixed with soy sauce, miso, and a unique seafood flavor, made his mouth water.

"Oh, was the last time we had a nice meal a few days ago?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi gazed at the sky and silently calculated, then moved the sword pouch containing the wooden sword from his right hand to his left hand, which was holding his schoolbag, and then took out his empty wallet from his right school uniform pocket.

It wasn't completely empty; there were still a few 10,000 yen bills, the result of his hard work during winter break, along with quite a few loose coins and small change.

After mentally reviewing the month's income and expenses, Uesugi Kiyoshi stroked his chin, his narrow, upturned fox-like eyes narrowing as he made a decision.

"It's okay to splurge once in a while, right? A regular bowl of chashu ramen is only 500 yen. This shop looks so run-down, it shouldn't be that expensive."

He revealed a smile of anticipation, a smile rarely seen on his face, and without further hesitation, pushed open the door and went inside.

This ramen shop is a bit small and cramped, which is normal. Even though Arakawa Ward is quite dilapidated, it is still located in Tokyo, where land is extremely valuable. There are very few people who can afford to open a large shop. Most of these small shops are like hole-in-the-wall restaurants.

Although small, the shop is fully equipped. Upon entering, Uesugi Kiyoshi saw the neatly arranged condiment cabinets, and then a wooden counter that looked old. This kind of small ramen shop doesn't have many tables and chairs, as that would be a waste of space and impractical. These shops usually only have a long bar counter, like a bar, with ramen chefs working inside the bar counter and customers eating on the high chairs outside.

Whether it was my imagination or it was still early and bright outside, the lights inside the shop seemed a bit too dim to Uesugi Kiyoshi, giving it an unusually murky feel.

Moreover, around six o'clock is a good time for restaurants to open, but this shop was empty, which was a bit strange. The aroma of the ramen made it seem like it should taste pretty good.

However, he didn't care much. He came to eat, not to admire the scenery, and had no time to consider why other people's shops had no customers.

The room was shrouded in mist, filled with the steaming heat from the ramen broth pot and the enticing aroma of food. There were no familiar sounds of the shopkeeper greeting customers, but Uesugi Kiyoshi could see a figure busy behind the counter through the curtain.

He strolled over to the bar and sat down, glancing at the price list on the wall. There were basically no ramen dishes priced over 1,000 yen, which was within his budget.

"Boss, a large bowl of miso ramen, with extra char siu, please."

The owner, dressed in a chef's uniform, didn't even turn his head. He just stiffened for a moment, then nodded slightly, without even saying hello, and continued working with his back to Uesugi Kiyoshi.

"No wonder there's no one here; this kind of service is really terrible in Japan."

Uesugi Kiyoshi muttered something to himself, then ignored the indifferent shopkeeper and put away his backpack and sword pouch. He then took out a somewhat worn-out smartphone from his backpack and started watching a video.

The video is titled "Iaijutsu: The Art of Iaijutsu and the Funeral Knife."

Iso-mugai-ryu is a school of ancient Japanese swordsmanship, specializing in iaido (drawing the sword) techniques. If one had to categorize it, its core principles are closer to Itto-ryu. This video was given to him by Uesugi Kiyoshi's kendo master as homework, for him to practice and master. He wasn't a disciple of Iso-mugai-ryu, and he didn't know where his master had filmed this iaido technique. Anyway, since his master taught it, he just had to learn it.

After watching the video repeatedly, pondering the sword technique and angle of force in this move, Uesugi Kiyoshi became somewhat engrossed in it.

He was awakened by the enticing aroma of food.

A steaming bowl of ramen was placed in front of him.

"Thank you."

He politely raised his eyes slightly to express his gratitude, then looked away from his phone.

Then, his smile froze on his face.

The ramen tastes fine.

This is the information his sense of smell is giving him.

However, visually speaking, what was placed in front of him could definitely not be called "food".

The ramen shop owner, whose skin was sallow and looked like a corpse, turned his head and grinned silently. His skin was dry and cracked.

"Please enjoy!"

The hoarse, husky voice paired with a truly demonic face is a terrifying sight that would terrify any ordinary person.

Uesugi Kiyoshi narrowed his fox-like eyes and became expressionless.

His left hand was already gripping the sword scabbard containing the wooden sword that was placed to the side.

"So this is ah."

He stared at the ramen shop owner, who looked nothing like a living person, sighed, but showed no sign of panic.

That makes sense.

Why is the aroma of this restaurant so strong that it can even attract someone with a fairly strong will? Why is there no one in this restaurant even though it's peak dining time? Why is the owner of this restaurant so indifferent to customers?

Because this store is not run by humans.

"Have I fallen into a ghost realm again?"

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When did you fall victim to the virus and step into this alley? Was it when you smelled the aroma of ramen? Or was it when you looked up at the sky and pondered?

"Never mind, it's not important."

Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly, revealing a hint of a smile.

He held the sword sheath with his left hand and gripped the hilt of the wooden sword with his right, ignoring the terrifying face of the ramen shop owner slowly approaching.

Calm your mind and focus, then exhale and speak!

"cut!"

A dark sword shadow appeared out of nowhere, slashing towards the head of the evil spirit opposite.

The thoughts of the dweller should not flow outwards.

Iaijutsu (the art of lovemaking).

Funeral knife!

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It's not a worldview where only one side has the law, but it's definitely not a story that abuses the protagonist.

Not a single female lead.

that's all.

Chapter 2: Invincible with the First Move, One Slash to Slay the Demon

Many schools of traditional Japanese swordsmanship adhere to four key principles.

The first move is invincible.

The idea behind this is similar to the Chinese martial arts philosophy that "speed is the only way to break through all defenses."

To gain the upper hand, you must be fast, ideally so fast that your opponent can't react before you can chop off their head in one strike.

This is also the essence of Iaido—to kill the opponent before they can draw their sword.

The art of drawing the sword was originally created as a sword technique for assassination, and its origins are not exactly honorable.

Although Uesugi Kiyoshi is still young in this life, he is a swordsman who has received a year of systematic training and has a master from a famous family.

Moreover, this wasn't the first time he'd seen a ghost.

He could not remain indifferent, but he could certainly suppress his fear and slash with his sword.

He had just watched a video of the "Funeral Blade" sword technique for a long time, and now he subconsciously used that Iaijutsu move as an opening move.

The "Funeral Blade" sword technique begins with a reverse slash that draws the blade upwards at an angle, followed by a turn of the blade and a kasaya slash with the same trajectory.

The first move can be considered a "slicing down," used to deflect an enemy's attacking sword. Then, the second move, a spinning kasaya slash, is used to decide the outcome.

The meaning is to kill the enemy with one blow and send the opponent to his grave.

The moves sound simple, but to use them well requires diligent practice day after day.

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't practice; he just watched the video a few times.