Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 598 - Chapter 598 Chapter 531 Sword Momentum_2

Chapter 598: Chapter 531 Sword Momentum_2 Chapter 598: Chapter 531 Sword Momentum_2 “How is the investigation into Michihiro Morita’s news going?”

Roger asked.

“My master, there has been some progress,”

came Uma’s sycophantic voice.

“Although I have not found any concrete news, I have recently stumbled upon another clue.”

“Those who are searching for Michihiro Morita’s whereabouts.”

“They may help us find Michihiro Morita’s hiding place, and then you might need to take some trouble to stretch your muscles and get rid of those troublesome fellows.”

After thinking it over, Roger seemed somewhat contemplative.

Had it been before his encounter with Higurashi Chika, Roger might have been willing to take similar action, following those unknowing individuals to seek out Michihiro Morita and then directly intervening to take Morita away.

The rest would become much simpler, whether through intimidation or temptation, or by appealing to emotion and reason.

Roger believed he always had a way to persuade Michihiro Morita, and then he could unlock the seal of the Sword of Destiny.

However, with a deeper understanding of Sunrise, other thoughts had surfaced in his mind.

The intricate swordmanship technique system–Roger had now only come into contact with a minor Autumn Water Fraction, and above this, there were many powerful heritages, not to mention Everworld, which corresponded to the real world.

Due to different cultures and rules, entering Everworld seemed much simpler than making contact with the Privy Council. If he could continue to enhance his power’s limit, Roger was quite willing to stay here.

More sword arts, a brand-new cultivation system.

These were enough to change Roger’s previous intentions.

“You come to Sunrise yourself,”

Roger spoke.

“I need to stay here for a while longer. You handle this matter. I will try to cover for you from the side,”

There was silence on the phone, but it soon erupted into a hysterical outcry.

“Oh… my dear master, you have finally decided to summon your most loyal maid.”

“Let me think, in what guise should I appear before you?”

Sounds of rummaging came from the other end of the phone. Roger let out a sigh, “No, you don’t need to do anything. It’s better you don’t appear before me at all.”

“This is a secret operation.”

“I need exact data. After your arrival to the East, how much of your combat strength remains?”

Roger cut off Uma’s words; if he let that woman ramble on, there was no telling what nonsense she might spout.

She had been confined for who knows how many years and was probably going mad with restraint, but though she tried every means possible, Roger always remained unmoved, and as a maid, she dared not do anything excessive without Roger’s consent.

This torment was excruciatingly painful for Uma, which made her even more outrageous when facing Roger.

“My master, do the women of Sunrise suit you better?”

“Rest assured, I will hurry over as soon as possible.”

“If it truly doesn’t work out, I’ll just take control of a new body.”

“Master, do you like…”

Beep beep beep.

Roger hung up the phone without hesitation. He could even guess what Uma was about to say next, naturally not giving her the opportunity.

After dealing with the remnants of the battle, Roger went straight back to Higurashi Chika’s courtyard.

He vaulted over the courtyard wall and hadn’t approached the door when suddenly a soft noise came from not far away.

“Who’s there?”

Having just slain Red Prajna and hearing a disturbance, Roger instinctively spoke out, but quickly, he saw the frail figure that seemed to merge with the night.

Uh…

Higurashi Chika.

The girl had changed into a new outfit, sword in hand, and at the same time, a faint scent of blood wafted over.

It was evident that her weapon had just been indulged in fresh blood.

“I’m going to take a bath and sleep,” Higurashi Chika recognized Roger, muttered, and swiftly walked away.

However, she had only gone a few steps when she realized something.

“What was he doing out so late?”

Baffled, she put the thought aside and returned to her room.

The night passed without incident.

When Higurashi Chika opened her eyes the next day, the sunlight had already filled half the room. She was not lightly wounded from the battle the previous day, and combined with the overnight exertion, she naturally slept quite long.

As she opened her room door, she saw Roger walking from the direction of the Training Ground.

Roger’s pace was measured, but Higurashi Chika couldn’t help but fix her eyes on him after only a casual glance.

“You…”

She looked at Roger with a surprised face.

The techniques of the Autumn Water Fraction flowed endlessly. Higurashi Chika had been training in the Autumn Water swordsmanship since she was young, and it took her a long time to integrate the sword techniques with her own movements.

But this man before her…

Could this be what they call talent?

…

Training Ground.

Roger and Higurashi Chika sat opposite each other.

Higurashi Chika’s complexion was still slightly pale, but there was no problem in carrying out normal swordsmanship practice.

“I have to admit, your talent in the cultivation of swordsmanship is extremely rare. I have never seen such a person, and I have only heard my father mention it,” she said.

“Perhaps only the top geniuses in the most powerful Sword Pavilions could do such a thing,” she continued.

Higurashi Chika looked at Roger.

“To be honest, I’m now somewhat hesitant,” she admitted.

“Before reaching the Third Tier, switching fractions in a Samurai’s cultivation will have some impact, although not fatal, it will waste a lot of time,” she explained.

“Maybe you could go have a look at better places,” she suggested.

“No need,” Roger picked up the sword resting on his knees, “I think the swordsmanship of the Autumn Water Fraction suits me well, especially the Nekomata.”

What a joke, if I don’t learn the swordsmanship of the Autumn Water Fraction, where else can I find such a suitable successor of the Cat Fraction?

“Alright then.”

Higurashi Chika stood up; she was a decisive person and wouldn’t easily change her mind once it was made up.

“For every fraction, the real core of swordsmanship is the application techniques of Spiritual Power, and these techniques fundamentally manifest as Sword Momentum,” she said.

“It’s Sword Momentum,” she declared.

Higurashi Chika drew her weapon.

“In the swordsmanship of Sunrise, there are upper, middle, and lower attacks, with different levels representing different attack forms. Of course, this is regarding ordinary people. For Cultivators…” she began.

“Sword Momentum is the fundamental means of communicating with Spiritual Power, and it’s also key to eventually forming a Guardian Spirit,” she explained.

As Higurashi Chika spoke, she demonstrated several poses. Her motions were simple, something any ordinary person could easily master, but Roger noticed complex fluctuations of Spiritual Power during her different postures.

“Each Sword Momentum contains complex changes,” she said.

Higurashi Chika’s form moved, and the Spiritual Power around her seemed to come to life.

Although Roger couldn’t feel the intricate changes, the smoothness of her movements was indeed pleasing to the eye.

“For you, the most important thing is to use Sword Momentum to draw on the surrounding Spiritual Power, then gradually nourish the body, allowing it to adapt to it until finally, you control it,” she advised.

[Autumn Water]

[Blue Wave]

Higurashi Chika explained as she practiced.

“This is the most basic Sword Momentum for drawing. Don’t treat it as an ordinary move. It’s about intent, not form. You must concentrate deeply to feel the changes around you,” she emphasized.

Higurashi Chika earnestly detailed her insights to Roger, sparing no detail.

Roger listened while casually performing some movements. In high spirits, he got up to practice with the sword in hand. As he moved, Roger noticed the new notifications on the notice board.

As he executed the movements, the numbers related to proficiency soared. With the boost from Sword Heart, he immediately entered a special rhythm.

“No matter how good your comprehension ability in swordsmanship is, sensing Spiritual Power is a long process. Martial Technique cultivation is inherently a monotonous and boring process. You have good talent but need to withstand the loneliness…” she was saying.

Mid-sentence, Higurashi Chika’s open mouth failed to close.

She saw a faint ripple of Spiritual Power emerge around Roger. The aura was initially weak, but as Roger’s movements continued, the swirling vortex of Spiritual Power he stirred grew rapidly and soon reached a height that a beginner could never achieve.

And this was just the beginning.

Roger paid no attention to the notifications on the notice board but was completely immersed in his cultivation, and after a long while, he stopped, feeling refreshed.

The vortex of Spiritual Power that had formed around him was automatically absorbed into his body. Roger turned his head to look at Higurashi Chika, whose face had gone stiff.

“What were you saying just now?” he asked.

Higurashi Chika sniffed, “Did I say something?”

“You must have heard wrong,” the girl answered, her face expressionless.

“Oh,” Roger hummed lightly.

“What’s next?” he asked.

“What shall we learn now?”

Higurashi Chika:…