Tokyo Sword Saint Online Dealing

When this experience is gradually accumulated and quantitative change leads to qualitative change, that is the day when swordsmanship is perfected.

After returning the items from the ship to their rightful owners, Uesugi Kiyoshi and Higashi Maki whispered a few words to each other.

Then, the eldest daughter of the Dongwen family politely stepped forward to say a few words of thanks, and finally bid farewell politely.

Li Fuyao gracefully stepped out, holding her oil-paper umbrella, and led them back the way they had come.

The heavy wooden door of the courtyard slammed shut, footsteps faded into the distance, and the sound of rain danced freely in the courtyard once more.

Li Taisui slowly opened his eyes.

He tapped the table beside him absentmindedly with his index finger, his brow furrowed in thought.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke.

"Third brother, what do you think of that kid?"

Ye San also assumed the same comfortable posture as Li Taisui, tilting his head and looking at his right arm.

The red mark left by Uesugi Kiyoshi has disappeared without a trace.

But the icy, bone-chilling feeling of being stabbed by a sharp blade still seemed to linger in his mind.

And there was that long-lost thrill, that excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.

No martial artist dislikes these.

Ye San nodded gently, his eyes sparkling, his smile full of appreciation.

"A clear-headed and eloquent person is better than both of us."

"His Bajiquan skills were probably self-taught; it was all from books, so it was a bit rigid, but there was no trace of any particular school of thought."

"It's already quite good, but that swordsmanship is what really amazed me."

"Although I held back just now, there aren't many swordsmen in this city who can leave a mark on me."

"Most importantly, he has a pure heart. As a martial artist, he is not blinded by the desire to win or lose and can control himself. This is really rare for someone his age."

"Do not be arrogant in victory, nor discouraged in defeat; understand your true nature and know when to advance and retreat."

"Such people are more likely to go further on the path of the extraordinary and are less likely to go astray."

"He's quite young, probably around the same age as Fuyao, right? No need to say more, give him ten years, his future is limitless."

Whether he listened or not, Li Taisui shook his head and thought for a long time before letting out a heavy sigh.

"Perhaps this is the escape route that old bastard Dong Wenjue left behind?"

"His strength and demeanor today were barely enough to suppress the prestige of the Dongwen Association."

"I noticed that the girl from the Dongwen family listens to him completely; I wonder what his background is."

Ye San raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"No way?"

"Grandpa, are you really getting senile?"

"Didn't you figure out that kid's background?"

He slapped the table, both amused and exasperated.

"Please, he already introduced his sect, Shin-Yin-ryu."

"He started with an iaido attack, followed by a lightning blade. His initial iaido move had a hint of the [Funeral Blade] style. Later, he even used the [Mysterious Night Blade] from the Iai Shokai to cut off my neck—all of this combined, you can't imagine where he learned his skills?"

"The Shinkage-ryu style flourished in Yagyu, but the Yagyu Shinkage-ryu style passed down from Yagyu Santengu tends to rely more on orthodox methods. This kind of victory through iaido and quick swords is mastered by only one person in the entire Tokyo."

Li Taisui nodded thoughtfully.

"You mean the disciples and grand-disciples of Kamiizumi Hidekawa?"

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“That makes sense. That old playboy, Shangquan Xiuchuan, has a close relationship with Dong Wenjue. Although he is somewhat capricious, he is quite chivalrous. His only daughter’s life was saved by Dong Wenjue at the cost of many lives. It’s not surprising that his disciple would lend a helping hand at this critical moment.”

Ye San squinted, his tone somewhat strange.

"Hey, do you think it's just about lending a helping hand?"

"Dong Wenjue only had one daughter. Now that he is dead—whether he really died or faked it, he must have paved the way for his daughter before he died."

"Do you think he'll consider our daughter's marriage?"

"Can a girl really hold the position of leader of the Dongwen Society? Wouldn't it be much more reliable if she had a fiancé or something to help her?"

"Does he need a sufficiently qualified candidate?"

"Over the years, I've met quite a few young people, some better than A-Qing."

Ye San shook his head.

"He is far more outstanding than his peers in every aspect."

“You told me as soon as you learned about the Dongwen Incident that Dongwen Jue might have faked his death to set up a trap for his daughter’s growth, and Dongwen Yu was the test he left behind.”

"I think that the problem Dong Wenjue left behind is more of a test for Aqing than a test for his daughter."

"After all, it's wishful thinking to expect a little girl to grow into the leader of the Yakuza overnight."

“Mindset and personality may change with enlightenment, but the methods for dealing with various things cannot be achieved overnight.”

"But this Ah Qing is different; he has the qualities to do great things."

"Through this shocking turn of events, we can see the young man's character, strength, demeanor, and courage, and then decide whether or not to entrust our daughter to him."

"Hey, you know what, becoming Dong Wenjue's son-in-law really does save you decades of hard work. And that girl is as beautiful as a flower. It's hard for most young men to resist such a temptation."

"Look, Kamiizumi Hidekawa's apprentice and Higashi Bunkaku's daughter are a perfect match, very well-matched."

"If this couple really gets together, and they have a child, won't the child still have the blood of the Dongwen family? Handing the Dongwen Association over to him will keep the benefits within the family. Dongwenjue, that old man, is incredibly shrewd."

Li Taisui sat up straight upon hearing this.

He muttered a curse under his breath, then agreed, "You know what, it's actually kind of interesting."

"In such a desperate situation, the sudden appearance of someone to rely on would make it hard for that little girl not to look at him differently."

"The hero saves the damsel in distress, it's a cliché, but it's a timeless trope. Wasn't that how I caught Ningning's eye?"

"Cough cough."

Perhaps realizing he had spoken out of turn, Li Taisui covered up his words with a cough.

Ye San rolled her eyes at him, not wanting to pay attention to his gossip that had already been chewed over and over again.

"Dong Wenjue is a man of deep cunning. He is good at leveraging power and can squeeze every last bit of potential value out of a thing. This is also the reason why he was able to start from scratch."

"Look, even his death was worthwhile."

"But... humph!"

Li Taisui looked at Ye San with some doubt and asked, puzzled, "Third brother, why do I feel like you're still a little resentful?"

“I know you’ve always had a love for talent, and being a coach, you’re willing to mentor promising young people. But they have their own schools of thought, and who knows, maybe even a future father-in-law. You shouldn’t get involved, right?”

Ye San shook his head dismissively.

"This isn't like queuing at a supermarket where it's first-come, first-served. Good stuff, whoever grabs it first gets it."

Seeing Ye San's increasingly sinister smile, Li Taisui felt a little uneasy for some reason. He said urgently, "Hey, Third Brother, what kind of trick are you up to now?"

Ye San rubbed his small wine pot, and said meaningfully, "Old man, the martial arts competition at Dragon Sparrow Terrace, isn't it coming soon?"

Li Taisui calculated with his fingers and pondered, "It's not exactly close at hand, but it's certainly not far off either."

A glint flashed in Ye San's eyes, and his voice deepened.

“We brothers are wandering far from home, and we only get one chance to come back. Countless people are waiting to see us make a fool of ourselves. What, do you want to grovel and lose face at such a grand event?”

Li Taisui spat, his eyes wide open, and his voice rose several octaves.

“If our old Li could lower his head, he wouldn’t be in this state now. You, third brother, stop dawdling and just say what you have to say.”

"From what you're saying, you want that kid to go to the Dragon Sparrow Terrace to practice martial arts?"

He thought for a moment, then shook his head.

“No, even if he goes, he will represent the Shinkage-ryu school. It’s not like Izumi Hidekawa hasn’t been to the Ryujakutai before. His disciple is an outsider to us.”

"Moreover, Fuyao's current skills are sufficient to handle that martial arts competition. There's no problem, so there's no need to go to unnecessary trouble."

Ye San did not seem to agree with these words.

"The martial arts competition at Longquetai is not just about individual battles. Of the young men we know, only that kid surnamed Liu has some skills. The others would just be a hindrance."

"That's a stage for the younger generation to show off their face. We old bones can't even get on it. Otherwise, why bother with all this trouble?"

“If Aqing goes, she will definitely be Fuyao’s right-hand woman.”

Li Taisui pondered for a while and realized that Ye San's words made sense.

Putting everything else aside, he couldn't find fault with Uesugi Kiyotsugu's swordsmanship; this sudden barrage of lightning blades was truly astonishing.

"But he's an outsider."

“We forcibly dragged him here. Even if he agrees, it will make us a laughing stock, and people will laugh at us for having no one in our family.”

Ye San slowly sipped his wine, his eyes narrowing in a half-smile.

"Yes, we are outsiders now."

"Hey, old man, do you think Fuyao's husband is an outsider?"

Li Taisui's face immediately darkened, and he pointed at Ye San's nose and started spewing insults.

"Third brother, are you fucking crazy? Let me tell you, I only have this one precious daughter. If she's going to get married, she has to be very selective and get past my scrutiny!"

"I won't let those trivial matters ruin Fuyao's lifelong happiness!"

Ye San scoffed without any mercy.

"Alright, do you think I don't know my place in the family? Who are you trying to fool?"

"You're the one who decides this?"

“Your Fuyao is in charge, her mother is second, and you're just at the bottom. Stop pretending, is that really necessary?”