Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

With her mind made up, the ship was sheathed, and Maki Azuma suddenly looked up, meeting Kameyama's gaze.

She spoke each word as if she were making a declaration.

"Kameyama-san, don't say such weak things again."

"I am a woman of the Wu family, I am the second generation leader of the Dongwen Association, I am Dongwen Jue's daughter!"

"I'd rather die than run away!"

Upon hearing this, Guishan's expression relaxed somewhat. He bowed again, his tone slightly agitated.

"Yes! I understand, young lady!"

"In that case, I, Kameyama Takuma, am willing to lead the company and risk my life to protect the young lady's safety!"

After saying that, he raised his head.

“Young lady, besides the club’s squad, I also have contact with the leaders of the Fujimura Group and the Amamiya Group. They are all factions loyal to the chairman. I will go and inform them immediately so that they can gather their strength and serve the young lady!”

Maki Azuma nodded calmly, and Takuma Kameyama, having received permission, stood up to take his leave.

He didn't turn around, but took small steps backward. After retreating to the door, he was stopped by Maki Azuma.

"Kameyama-san, wait a minute."

"I have a question. I remember that the communal squadron was Father's personal guard, right?"

"Why weren't you by your father's side when he had the accident?"

For some reason, Azuma Maki's words were somewhat cold. Kameyama Takuma looked up blankly and met those beautiful eyes. In his mind's eye, he seemed to see the Serpent of Azuma sitting there again, sternly questioning him about something.

In a daze, the illusion dissipated.

Facing the young lady, Takuma Kameyama bowed slightly and said softly, "Young lady, when the president had the accident, we were in Arakawa Ward."

Maki Azuma raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, and said, "Arakawa Ward? You're here with me?"

"Then why aren't you making a move?!"

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"The squadron is my father's personal guard, and they only obey my father's and my orders. When I was targeted by Dong Wenyu's sniper, none of you took action. It must have been my father's doing."

Maki Higashimoto's expression shifted, her voice lowered, and after a few seconds, she waved her hand, her tone somewhat weary.

"I understand. Go and get to work, Kameyama-san."

"Summon the leaders of the Fujimura and Amamiya groups to see me immediately, if they have any disloyal intentions."

A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Maki Azuma's face.

"Then let's not hold back, kill and seize power! I need manpower, I need strength! Understand?!"

She said something she would never have said before.

Kameyama Takuma responded loudly and left the house.

A silence fell over the room. Maki closed her eyes and pondered for a while before letting out a soft sigh.

She said softly to Kasumi behind her, "Kasumi, did Father mention Uesugi-kun's name before?"

A cool voice immediately rang out, and Shen Cheng answered without hesitation: "The president has been paying attention to Lord Uesugi for half a year. He is Lord Uesugi's last disciple. It is said that his swordsmanship is amazing, and the president has a very high opinion of him."

"The president said he is mature in his dealings with others, has a sharp mind but does not use it recklessly, is grateful for kindness, respects his teachers, and has the demeanor of his teachers."

Maki Azuma's expression turned even more unpleasant.

"So that's how it is. Father deliberately dragged Uesugi-kun into this?"

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"Kamizumi, do you have any information on Uesugi-kun? Please let me see it."

Shen Cheng silently entered the inner room, and half a minute later, he came out carrying a stack of files.

"Kagura was in charge of gathering information on this matter. It is said that a year ago, this Uesugi-sama was just an ordinary person with remarkable talent in swordsmanship. Later, he was taken in by Uesugi-sama and carefully taught for a year. During that time, he killed several demons and gods, and his strength improved very quickly. He must have been passed on his mantle by Uesugi-sama."

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"Having met him today, I can see he is indeed remarkable. The president asked me before what my chances of winning against him were."

"I hadn't met him at that time, so I can only say I didn't know."

"Now it seems that if we only talk about swordsmanship, the outcome is only fifty-fifty. I am not confident that I can defeat him. Unlike those swordsmen who have only studied behind closed doors, his sword is not bound by routines. Instead, it is more suitable for life-and-death battles. He is not like a high school student at all, but more like a warrior who has experienced battles."

"As for the real outcome, we'll probably only know after the fight."

As Maki Azuma recalled the ghostly figure wielding a sword that reaped lives, she wholeheartedly agreed with Kamisumi's assessment.

She had even witnessed firsthand how a large-caliber sniper bullet couldn't take the life of that fox-eyed boy.

He was like a god of war, sweeping away all the threats he faced.

Thinking about it this way, it's no wonder his father wanted to drag him down with him.

After reading the file in her hand, Maki Azuma raised her head thoughtfully.

"Father was wrong."

How could he make such a mistake?

"My father taught me that I should have different strategies for interacting with different people."

"Those who are greedy for money should be lured with profit."

"Those who are lustful are aroused by desire."

“Those in high positions are seduced by power.”

"People like Uesugi-kun"

"You must show sincerity."

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I'll have some time this weekend to slightly modify the previous settings. The Onmyoji: The Card Game settings are a bit redundant. I'll take a look and modify them to make it a cheat that consumes spirit orbs to release skills. Removing those card-drawing and other related terms might make it better.

Chapter 95 Early Morning

Maki Azuma was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and grew up in an extremely privileged environment.

Dong Wenjue doted on his only daughter, but he didn't let her become a spoiled, willful young lady.

From childhood, Maki Higashi received a top-notch education, especially influenced by her father's behavior and style. Coupled with her own intelligence—she is somewhat naive and soft-hearted, but definitely not stupid.

After a little thought, she came to an explanation that was very close to the truth regarding her father's murder.

The only thing she couldn't understand was the way this was done, which was completely different from her father's usual habits.

Dongwen the Serpent, starting from scratch, rose to prominence in the cracks with his strategic skills. He had a keen eye for people's hearts. He had observed a person for half a year. How could he not understand that person's character?

"Could it be that Father did this on purpose?"

"If the team had been with my father, we might not have been without a fighting chance today."

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"Did Father want to make me the good person by playing the villain?"

"But."

Maki Higashiwa bit her lip, her eyes flickering like a candle flame in the wind. She remained silent for a long time, her expression complex, unable to speak.

If Uesugi Kiyoshi were on her side, it would be an extremely strong ally.

With his fierce and unparalleled swordsmanship alone, he is a trump card that can determine the outcome of a battle in the extreme path.

In addition to his extraordinary ability to "come back to life" and the network of relationships behind Shinkage-ryu, this person cannot be judged as an ordinary teenager.

Unlike political groups and conglomerates, the yakuza are less rigid in their social structure. As long as one has the power, it is not uncommon for the underdog to overthrow the top and achieve a comeback.

Didn't Dong Wenyu just do something like that?

For someone like Uesugi Kiyoshi, once he joins the yakuza and gains a position, rising to the top is an easy thing.

Especially since he is also an extraordinary being, a sixteen-year-old swordsmanship genius, the direct disciple of a great swordsman, and also an extraordinary person, his future is self-evident.

Why should he help me?

"However, when we meet next time, you must give me a reason to help you."

These are Uesugi Kiyoshi's original words.

She murmured those words, thinking about the news of her father's death, the current chaos of the Dongwen Society, the young swordsman's fearless figure, and the loyal subordinates who had always supported her father.

Maki Azuma lowered her eyes, having already made up her mind.

The next day, at six o'clock in the morning.

The rain hadn't stopped, and the weather remained gloomy as always; Tokyo hadn't seen the sun for several days in a long time.

Uesugi Kiyoshi slowly opened his eyes.

He had woken up fifteen minutes earlier, when Nohara Kyoko quietly pushed open the door, placed the ironed clothes on his bedside table, and gazed at his sleeping face with a shy, dreamy expression for five minutes.

To avoid making Kyoko too shy, he pretended to be asleep for a while, and only opened his eyes after she left.

After leaving the Mirage Tower last night, he first called his master, but unsurprisingly, he couldn't get through.

He didn't dwell on it too much. He wasn't a child, and he didn't need to ask his master for permission for everything. That phone call was just a routine matter.

After eating something and taking a shower, Uesugi Kiyomi had a good night's sleep.

The apartment was luxurious and comfortable. The Kudo family's maids took turns serving at the door day and night, and all their daily necessities were provided as soon as they asked. This was the first time Uesugi Kiyoshi had experienced such a life as a young master.

Surprisingly, it wasn't bad.

It was raining at six in the morning, and it was still pitch black outside.

He first glanced at his phone on the bedside table. His master hadn't called him back, but he didn't think much of it and casually put the phone back.

Beside the pillow were a white shirt and riding breeches, the standard uniform that Kudo Yuichi had chosen for him yesterday.

The raw materials for these items are molecular materials developed by the prophets. They can absorb extraordinary power while also possessing extremely strong flexibility and strength. They are not ordinary items. These are spare items sent by Kudo Yuichi's people. Now, Nohara Kyoko has washed them again, dried and ironed them, and placed them neatly within his reach.

I stretched, put on my still-warm clothes, walked to the French windows, and drew back the curtains.