Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

"Don't spread rumors!"

Kudo Yuichi nodded thoughtfully.

"Is there anything Nohara can help you with?"

"interesting."

"If you don't want to talk about it, then I won't ask."

Despite saying he wouldn't ask, Kudo Yuichi's smile remained unchanged, and he suddenly spoke.

So, are you going to her house?

Uesugi Kiyoshi was taken aback by the question. After thinking for a moment, he realized there was nothing he could keep secret from Kudo Yuichi, as long as he didn't mention the demons. So he nodded affirmatively.

"That's right, I'm going to visit Nohara-kun's house."

"That's it"

Kudo Yuichi's smiling eyes narrowed into slits, his gaze somewhat obscure.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then suddenly patted Uesugi Kiyoshi's shoulder forcefully.

"Qing, we're good friends, right?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't know why his friend was suddenly saying such cheesy things, but he still nodded subconsciously.

He had known Kudo Yuichi for over a year and considered himself to know him quite well. He was a mature and sincere person with no obvious flaws. He was also a loyal friend, the kind of friend you could never have too many of.

Having received an affirmative answer, Kudo Yuichi was somewhat pleased. He chuckled softly, waved goodbye to Uesugi Kiyoshi, and headed towards the stairwell.

"Since we're friends, Qing can rely on me more often, okay?"

"If you encounter any trouble, feel free to let me know."

"I still have some connections in Tokyo. Please don't stand on ceremony with me."

"We are friends, and isn't it only natural for friends to help each other?"

Kudo Yuichi's figure had disappeared at the top of the stairs, but his clear voice still lingered, leaving Uesugi Kiyoshi somewhat puzzled.

Yes, I was very touched.

But why the sudden emotional outburst?

Before he could come up with a solution, the somewhat shy Kyoko Nohara slowly emerged from the classroom, greeted Kiyoshi Uesugi in a soft voice, and then followed behind him like an obedient little wife.

Uesugi Kiyoshi's thoughts were interrupted, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Let's deal with the immediate problem first!

Chapter 23 Yokota House

Kyoko Nohara's house, also known as the Yokota family's house, is located on the edge of Minato Ward, just a few streets away from Meguro Ward.

It was also an old-fashioned apartment building with small units left over from the era of communal living. Its architectural history was probably comparable to that of the old apartment building where Uesugi Kiyoshi lived, but the Yokota family apartment was much larger than Uesugi Kiyoshi's one-bedroom apartment.

As Uesugi Kiyoshi and Nohara Kyoko boarded the train home...

Yokota House.

Wearing a wrinkled suit, with a blank expression and a terrifyingly pale face, Yokota pushed open the door to her house.

Yokota Yoshiko—that is, Mrs. Yokota—was watching TV on the sofa in the living room. Since adopting Nohara Kyoko, her job as a housewife has become much easier. Grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning—all these chores have fallen on Nohara Kyoko's shoulders. In Yokota Yoshiko's view, it is only natural for this little girl to do some work since she eats and uses her own food.

When Yokota Yoshiko saw her husband return, she showed no joy whatsoever, but instead curled her lip in an impatient smirk.

She and Yokota had been in a cold war for several months. The cause of the cold war was Yokota's drastic change in temperament—he had stopped giving her money for household expenses for the past three months!

Without money, how can we manage this household?

In Japan, married men are expected to give their wives a monthly allowance to support the family. The exact amount depends on the family's income level.

Some full-time housewives also do odd jobs in their spare time, but their income is generally very low—not because they earn little, but because they have to pay high taxes if they earn more, so they deliberately control their income.

In this situation, the money needed to maintain a household basically comes from the head of the household, which is the main reason why Japanese men have a high status in the family.

Yokota hadn't given Yokota any household allowance for three months, and Yokota's savings were almost gone. If things continued like this, the whole family would starve. Naturally, she wouldn't give Yokota a friendly look.

This person! For the past three months, all he's done is worship a strange idol, as if he's joined some kind of cult!

He only gives perfunctory answers when you talk to him, and he won't talk about money when you ask him about it. In the last month, he hasn't said a word at all, like a dead person!

How could I have been so blind to fall for him?!

Yokota Yoshiko grew angrier the more she looked at Yokota No. This anger finally erupted when Yokota No. tossed his briefcase onto the sofa and went to pay his respects at the shrine on the wall.

"Yokotano! What's wrong with you?!"

Yokota Yoshiko gritted her teeth and spoke with resentment.

"It's not even four o'clock yet! Why are you home already? Your company doesn't close this early, does it?"

"Tell me the truth! Were you laid off from your company?!"

"It's been three months! You haven't brought a single penny home. We're barely surviving now. What do you want from us?!"

Yokota Ryoko's voice was somewhat hysterical; she was really angry!

Overtime culture is prevalent in Japanese companies. In the minds of many wives, the later their husbands work overtime, the more valued they are by the company and the stronger their abilities are. On the other hand, someone like Yokota, who gets home at four o'clock, might actually have been fired by the company.

Yokota knelt on the floor, ignoring Yokota Ryoko's words. His eyes were somewhat unfocused, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a strange, eerie way, like a clown puppet with a wicked grin.

He bowed devoutly to the shrine on the living room wall, muttering incantations, but only his mouth moved; no sound came out.

As always, there was no response. Yokota Yoshiko felt a burning anger in her chest. She looked in the direction Yokota was pointing and looked at the shrine on the wall. The headless statue caught her eye and suddenly made her very annoyed!

Such a useless husband. He might as well be dead!

Once this idea took root, it grew uncontrollably in her mind.

Feeling frustrated, Yokota Yoshiko suddenly stood up from the sofa, took a few steps to the shrine, and stood in front of Yokota Yoshiko.

"I'm talking to you! Can't you hear me!"

"Do you even care about me? Do you even care about this family?!"

Her angry rebuke was met with only two cold words.

"Step aside!"

Yokota remained expressionless, staring intently at his wife's angry face, showing no concern whatsoever.

Yokota Yoshiko's breath hitched, and then an even more intense rage erupted from her heart.

She didn't know where she got the strength and courage, but she turned around, grabbed the statue in the shrine, and threw it out hard.

The headless statue crashed against the wall, slid limply, and with a crisp sound, its wooden body shattered into pieces.

Yokota's expression froze for a moment, then his face suddenly changed drastically.

He stared at his wife with fierce and violent eyes, letting out a beastly roar. He bared his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, as if he wanted to pounce on her and tear Yokota Ryoko to pieces!

Yokota Yoshiko was startled, not expecting her husband to react so strongly. She took a few steps back in a panic and almost fell.

She felt that the person in front of her was not her husband of more than ten years.

That was just a serial killer who looked exactly like her husband!

For some reason, this thought wouldn't go away from her mind.

Startled and frightened, Yokota Ryoko turned and ran back to her room, locking the door behind her—she was afraid that Yokota No would do something terrible; that look in his eyes just now still haunted her!

Yokota remained kneeling on the ground, motionless.

Beside him lay the fragments of a headless statue scattered on the ground.

The living room window was open, the sky outside was gloomy, and a cold wind was blowing, making the atmosphere here particularly eerie.

Ten seconds later.

A large amount of gray-black smoke suddenly surged from the shattered fragments of the statue.

If Uesugi Kiyoshi were here, he would recognize it at a glance as a "mirage"!

Boundless mirage energy surged forth endlessly, enveloping Yokota's body. His expression became somewhat ferocious, as if he were enduring unbearable pain.

Yokota's ferocious expression didn't last long; after a few breaths, a cruel and eerie smile appeared on his face.

He slowly stood up and bowed to the now empty shrine.

"Divine Child, do you require offerings?"

But Xingzi hasn't come back yet.

"Then, please allow me to offer you some appetizers, my devout believer."

Yokota mechanically took his first steps, his steps heavy yet rhythmic, as he walked towards the kitchen.

He took a heavy, thick-backed cleaver from the knife rack.

Immediately afterwards, Yokota, holding a cleaver and with a sinister smile, walked to Yokota Ryoko's door.

With a swift stroke, a deafening crash resounded as Yokota cleaved a large hole in the thin wooden door.

Through the irregularly shaped hole, Yokota could vaguely see Yokota Ryoko's pale face.

That was his first wife.

That was his former love.

That was the offering he was going to give to God.

Yokota's grin grew wider as he forcefully broke down the door, blocking the only exit from the room.

Yokota's eyes were fierce yet confused, as if he had been bewitched.

But he showed no mercy to his men.

Yokota House is a scene of utter carnage.

This is a blood-soaked hell.

This is a hunting ground for ghosts and gods.

This is it.