Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

Yokota Residence wasn't far from Kamiizumi Hidekawa's dojo. It was already close to noon, and the rush hour had passed, so the train wasn't crowded. Uesugi Kiyoshi and Nohara Kyoko arrived at Yokota Residence's apartment in no time.

Upstairs, at the entrance of the Yokota residence, Uesugi Kiyoshi saw a middle-aged man in a suit smoking by the window. Although he was dressed quite formally, he was also quite slovenly. His suit looked like it hadn't been washed for several days, and his face was unshaven, showing signs of vicissitude and a travel-worn appearance.

He was wearing a civil servant badge, and his presence here at this time of year meant he was most likely a policeman, and clearly a "pragmatic" one at that. He might even be from the non-professional group; the elite members of the professional groups wouldn't be so unkempt.

When the man in the suit saw Uesugi Kiyoshi leading Nohara Kyoko over, he frowned, reluctantly stubbed out his cigarette, and threw it into the trash can in the stairwell. This gesture made Uesugi Kiyoshi think more highly of him; he liked people who thought of others. Smoking in front of minors was not a good habit.

Before Uesugi Kiyoshi could get close, the man in the suit spoke first. His voice was hoarse, but not unpleasant; it was a deep, resonant baritone.

"You must be Uesugi-kun. I'm Miyagawa Isamu. I've been waiting for you for a long time. This is for you."

Miyagawa Yu handed over a set of keys. These were the keys to the Yokota residence. Yesterday, the police had taken away Nohara Kyoko's keys, and without these, they couldn't get in the house at all.

"The scene has been cleaned up, and my colleagues have taken away any valuable evidence. However, we haven't touched anything irrelevant. You can go in now."

"I must remind you that you should take anything with you as soon as possible. This apartment does not belong to Yokota, it is just a rental. If he cannot pay the rent at the end of the month, the landlord will most likely come to take the apartment back. However, everything inside belongs to Yokota, and you can choose what to take."

"Is that girl behind you Yokotano's niece?" (In Japanese, niece and grandniece are the same word.)

“You can take him to a lawyer to handle the formalities another day. In theory, she can inherit Yokota’s estate, but there’s nothing of value in it. It seems that Yokota has been following some strange cult, and he’s squandered all his life savings.”

Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't care much about that. If he chose to join an organization of superhumans, he wouldn't be short of money. He wouldn't stoop to coveting money from the dead.

He was about to bow in thanks—it was a necessary courtesy, as the other party had come all this way in the rain, which was no easy feat.

Before he could even express his gratitude, he was interrupted by Miyagawa Isamu.

"Did you kill Uesugi-kun Yokotano?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi's smile gradually disappeared. He narrowed his eyes, did not answer Miyagawa Isamu's question, and instead put the key into Nohara Kyoko's hand.

"Xingzi, go pack your things. Just bring the daily necessities you think are necessary. If you need anything, we'll go buy it together."

Kyoko Nohara obeyed Kiyoshi Uesugi without question. Sensing that something was amiss, and not wanting to cause trouble for him, she lowered her head and entered the Yokota residence first.

After the door to the Yokota residence was gently closed, Uesugi Kiyoshi spoke again.

His tone was somewhat indifferent, and his voice was devoid of emotion.

"Miyagawa-san, this case should be closed. I acted in self-defense and I am not the murderer who killed Yokotano. Didn't Inspector Akutagawa of the Metropolitan Police Department tell you that?"

Miyagawa Isamu's lips gradually curved into a clearly mocking smile. He coughed twice, leaned against the windowsill, and looked at the rain outside, his gaze becoming somewhat contemptuous.

"Inspector Akutagawa? Ha."

"The idealistic brat from the Collectors' Association actually managed to get a police inspector's badge. How should I put it? This is the reality of Japanese society. Money and power really do have their advantages."

After saying this, Uesugi Kiyoshi untied the sword pouch that he had been carrying on his back, held it with his left hand, and his eyes sharpened.

Miyagawa Isamu seemed to be an impatient person and didn't seem to care about Uesugi Kiyoshi's hostility.

"Don't be so nervous, Uesugi-kun. I took the Shinkansen for three and a half hours from Kyoto to Tokyo, not to fight you."

"Uesugi-kun, although I don't have much hope, I'll still ask you one question: would you consider joining the Shinsengumi?"

These words flashed through Uesugi Kiyoshi's mind, and he had already guessed the identity of the person in front of him.

Are they lobbyists for the Shinsengumi?

The Shinsengumi was indeed a police organization in Japanese history, and it's not surprising that members of the Shinsengumi are now serving in the police force.

Uesugi Kiyoshi did not let his guard down; he still gripped the wooden sword tightly, his tone as calm as ever.

"Miyagawa-san, has anyone ever told you that you're a terrible persuader?"

These words made Miyagawa Isamu's lips curl into a slight smile.

He nodded slightly.

Yes, there are many.

"Not only that, some people have also said that I am a bad cop, a bad swordsman, and a bad leader."

"But to this day, many of those who said that are no longer even in sight, yet I have not stopped moving forward."

“Uesugi-kun, in this era, rhetoric is not a very important skill.”

Miyagawa Isamu pointed meaningfully at Uesugi Kiyoshi's wooden sword.

"That's the one!"

After saying that, Miyagawa Yu stretched lazily, put his hands in his pockets, and walked lazily towards the stairwell.

"Judging from your expression, I know you've declined. It seems you prefer those idealistic groups?"

"Oh, naive young people."

He didn't say a single word of persuasion; he simply turned and left.

This was somewhat unexpected for Uesugi Kiyoshi. He had already prepared his refusal in his mind—his master hadn't joined the Shinsengumi, and there must be a reason for that. As his disciple, he planned to follow suit.

He thought for a moment, then turned around and asked a question.

"So, Miyagawa-san, you came all the way from Kyoto just to ask me this one question?"

Miyagawa Isamu didn't turn around, shrugged, and sighed, "Pretty much, just asking you a question as a formality, and then glancing at you."

"Let's see what my future thorn in the side will look like."

Uesugi Kiyoshi was somewhat puzzled.

"Miyagawa-san, do I have a grudge against you? Or is it that the Collectors' Association and the Shinsengumi are now locked in a life-or-death struggle?"

Miyagawa Yu stopped in his tracks, remained silent for a few seconds, and shook his head slightly.

"No, it's a private matter."

“I have a grudge against Kamiizumi Hidekawa. If I kill Kamiizumi Hidekawa in the future, then the grudge of killing my master will most likely fall on you. So I came to see you in advance so that I would have a better understanding of the situation.”

Uesugi Kiyoshi's expression hardened, and he had already gathered his strength in his hands, even preparing the Hyakumonogatari Card Game. He was ready to deliver a thunderous blow if Miyagawa Isamu made the slightest move.

"Doesn't Miyagawa-san intend to strike first to eliminate future troubles?"

Uesugi Kiyoshi's expression was somewhat solemn, his palms were sweating, and he was unusually nervous. The aura that Miyagawa Isamu had just exuded inexplicably reminded him of his master when he sparred with him.

Like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, its edge fully revealed.

This is probably a top-tier swordsman with the title of Sword Master. Since he is a member of the Shinsengumi, he should also be an extraordinary individual.

Miyagawa Isamu showed no intention of making a move, nor did he display any hostility or murderous intent. He simply walked away leisurely, leaving only his deep voice behind.

"Every cause has its effect. My feud with Kamiizumi Hidekawa has nothing to do with you now. If you want to fight me, that's something to do after I've taken Kamiizumi Hidekawa's life."

"Everything in this world must follow order and rules, including revenge."

"Otherwise, the world would be in complete chaos."

"If I lay a hand on you now, that would be illegal and a crime. I'm a police officer, Uesugi-kun, and I won't break the law."

Uesugi Kiyoshi listened, somewhat dismissively.

"Miyagawa-san, isn't it illegal for you to provoke and seek revenge against my master?"

He instinctively retorted, but received no response. Uesugi Kiyoshi held his breath and listened until he heard Miyagawa Isamu's footsteps gradually fade away before he felt relieved; he had truly gone far away.

This is really a

Strange person!

Chapter 50 Dongwen Society

Miyagawa Isamu didn't turn around and cause trouble, and Uesugi Kiyoshi didn't meddle either. After Nohara Kyoko packed her things, they hurriedly left the Yokota residence.

After moving Nohara Kyoko's luggage to his apartment, they prepared to buy some daily necessities, tableware, and seasonings—Nohara Kyoko insisted on taking charge of Uesugi Kiyoshi's three meals a day, and Uesugi Kiyoshi couldn't refuse her, so he agreed.

Getting things done in the rain is especially troublesome; this little bit of work will keep them busy all day.

At 5 p.m., Uesugi Kiyoshi was happily shopping at the supermarket with Nohara Kyoko.

On the other side of Tokyo, in Shinjuku.

Although it was still early, neon lights were already flashing on the streets of Shinjuku.

Shinjuku was a famous red-light district during the Edo period, and today, Kabukicho, Japan's most famous district, is located east of Shinjuku Station.

The city that never sleeps, a place of dazzling lights and romantic pleasures, is a paradise for men.

This kind of place is a melting pot of all sorts of people, rife with undercurrents, and is also the headquarters of many yakuza gangs in Tokyo.

There are 29 legitimate yakuza organizations in Tokyo, but three of them are truly powerful and control all the shady businesses in Tokyo.

Kowloon Group, Dongwen Association, Kanto Federation Company.

The headquarters of the Tobunkai is located east of Shinjuku Station.

This is a Japanese-style garden with a very large area. In Shinjuku, a plot of land of the same size would be worth billions or even tens of billions of yen.

Upon entering, the winding path is lined with fine sand and gravel, the shapes of which are quite charming, resembling flowing water ripples. Surrounding the entrance are some dried moss and unidentified low-lying plants, giving people a unique sense of tranquility and beauty.

This is a "dry landscape" garden designed by a famous artist.

Further in, the landscape changed to bamboo and slender trees, and there were heavily guarded men in black suits patrolling, finally giving it a semblance of a gang headquarters.

This courtyard is extremely quiet and secluded, and somewhat simple. Rather than the residence of the Yakuza leader, it is more like the dwelling of a high-ranking Zen monk.

The head of the Tobunkai, a legendary figure who rose from humble beginnings to the pinnacle of power in Tokyo's yakuza in the last hundred years, Tobun Satoru lived here.

In a study in the courtyard, Dong Wenjue sat behind his desk. This big shot, whose every stomp could shake the entire Tokyo yakuza, had a thick beard that made his serious face even more imposing. He looked to be in his forties, but he was actually much older than he appeared.

But at this moment, compared to the domineering "Dongwen Serpent," Dongwen Jue was more like an ordinary old man. His face was full of tenderness as he gazed at the beautiful figure in front of him, listening to her narrate something.

The person standing before Dong Wenjue was his only daughter, the "young master" of the Dongwen Society, and the heir to one-third of the Tokyo Night Empire—Dongwen Maki.

This "young master" does not mean "the leader's child," but rather a title in the Yakuza, representing "the leader's first heir."

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, a century after Tobun Satoru's death, Tobun Maki will take the helm of the Tobun Association, becoming one of the most powerful people in Tokyo.

Maki Azuma was wearing a cherry-colored kimono with short furisode sleeves. The short furisode sleeves were not considered formal wear and did not have a family crest. Instead, a black Chinese character "東" (East) was embroidered on the sleeve, which was the symbol of the Azuma-kai.

She was probably only fifteen or sixteen years old. She was taller than her peers, with delicate features and light makeup that perfectly complemented her exquisite face. She had a very traditional Japanese beauty face, paired with a pair of beautiful scarlet eyes, which added a touch of allure to her beauty.

This is a Japanese beauty whose every move is impeccable. Her face is beautiful, but upon closer inspection, she has a somewhat dignified air. Rather than "pretty," "handsome" is a more fitting description.

She was clutching a sheathed katana tightly to her chest, her expression serious as she argued with her father.

"Alright, Maki, I understand what you mean."