Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 602 - Chapter 602 Chapter 533 Cat Form_2

Chapter 602: Chapter 533: Cat Form_2 Chapter 602: Chapter 533: Cat Form_2 [Cat Form]

A brand new Sword Momentum, derived and extrapolated from the core of Autumn Water swordsmanship, discards the inherent Dual-Wielding, and incorporates the peculiar power of Dharma Seal Energy.

In a certain page of the book, a cat head with a metallic sheen and sharp edges slowly emerged. This made Roger think of the emblem on the Cat Fraction Heritage, but it also carried a hint of the Nekomata’s eeriness.

Pattern after pattern emerged, and a realization dawned on Roger. As long as he followed the cultivation method described, transformed the vortex of Spiritual Power within his body, and finally gathered it together, he could form his own Guardian Spirit.

Not a Nekomata of Autumn Water.

But a unique Cat Fraction.

Because it included some of the Dharma Seal Energy, the mark that formed became unique, and an idea sprouted in Roger’s mind.

The energy of the Hunter’s Cabin reigned supreme over the real world, and the mark formed this way might even be able to break the barriers between the Eastern and Western World!

With this thought, he hesitated no longer and stealthily made his way to the Training Ground under cover of night.

Drawing his weapon, Roger rapidly practiced the movements that were suggested in his mind.

For a normal Martial Artist, forming a Guardian Spirit was an incredibly complicated process, requiring the vortex of Spiritual Power within to keep spinning at all times while maintaining communication with the external Spiritual Power.

Yet, the condensation of a Guardian Spirit was a process that shifted from motion to stillness, leaving a Samurai only a brief span of three breaths from start to finish.

Only through repeated tempering and fully ingraining the transformation process in his memory, could one compress and transform within such a short period.

But after Hunter’s Cabin’s modification, each of Roger’s attempts at condensation caused some changes to the Spiritual Power vortex.

The basic structure remained the same, but at the heart of the vortex, new branches had appeared.

His vision brightened. Although the energy within him had not yet reached the standard for condensation, Roger began the process prematurely, relying on his powerful control ability and exceptional spiritual power.

As he moved, the vortex within him twisted.

Gradually, beyond the outer layer of rotating Spiritual Power, each strand of energy in the core intertwined, forming a faint silhouette of a cat’s head!

As dawn showed the first signs of light, Roger gradually ceased his movements.

The vortex of Spiritual Power within him still turned slowly, but there was now a stable pattern at its core. All he needed to do then was gather enough strength to allow the outer vortex of Spiritual Power to collapse in a single effort.

Energy backflow.

Guardian Spirit, generated.

Putting down his weapon, Roger stepped barefoot out of the Training Ground. The night was nearly over, and it was somewhat cold outside; the icy chill spread from the soles of his feet to his entire body as he stepped onto the ground.

Roger took a deep breath, and the core within, that special cat’s head, seemed to come to life, even contracting and expanding with his breath.

“The rest just needs time,” Roger looked up thoughtfully.

He had broken the conventional mode of advancement and had advanced from Second Tier to Third Tier through this method, countless times faster than the normal route.

Just then, footsteps came from a distance.

No, not sounds.

It was only then that Roger realized, he hadn’t heard it, but felt it through the combination of internal and external Spiritual Power.

An odd experience. Due to the still-unformed Guardian Spirit within, it was as if his five senses and Spiritual Power had merged into one.

It was then that he saw Higurashi Chika approaching from a distance.

“Roger?”

Higurashi Chika paused, having not sensed any presence at all before she saw Roger’s figure, as though he was a cat blended into the darkness.

Roger realized that this feature of the Cat Fraction would give Demonic Hunters who chose this path a strong stealth capability.

Coupled with the fatally powerful swordsmanship, each Demonic Hunter from the Cat Fraction would be the most formidable assassin.

Utterly silent.

Like a cat poised to strike.

Extreme stillness and extreme motion were just a moment apart.

“Roger, you…” Higurashi Chika began.

But the next second she was astonished to find that Roger had vanished from sight.

The yard was empty, leaving only herself.

“What happened?”

A voice came from behind her. Higurashi Chika tensed; she felt her entire body locked in place, but the strange sensation quickly disappeared.

Turning around, Higurashi Chika saw the gentle smile on Roger’s face.

“What happened?”

“Just now, you…”

Higurashi Chika was thoroughly confused by Roger.

“Honestly, I’m not sure myself,” Roger shook his head, explaining that in that moment, he had simply followed an instinct within him.

He had yet to discover the principle behind it, but that did not prevent Roger from considering it a direction for development, even if it was purely a matter of utilizing Spiritual Power.

Grasp, analyze, absorb.

Even if entirely driven by Spiritual Power, the uniqueness of Hunter’s Cabin made Roger believe that he would surely find a way to integrate it into the Sword Seal in the future.

Creating a unique ability.

Unconstrained by any world’s rules.

“What exactly did you do? You look completely different from yesterday,” Higurashi Chika still noticed something off about Roger.

He examined Roger closely, becoming more and more astonished.

“You’ve entered Second Tier?”

Roger nodded.

Higurashi Chika felt as though she was going crazy; it seemed to her that this man was getting stronger every moment.

With every breath.

“How is that possible?”

Higurashi Chika shook her head.

“How can someone become stronger without doing anything?”

Roger was aware that he must be a special case, and such a manner of advancement certainly wasn’t suitable for others, but this didn’t mean that the Cat Form was meaningless.

“I’m going to practice swordsmanship, want to join?” Higurashi Chika asked on a whim.

“No need.”

Roger shook his head.

Having completed the most critical step, what remained was the accumulation of power, but Roger could no longer accelerate this process.

If he pushed any faster, he wouldn’t be able to maintain the stability of the Cat Form at the core.

Even with a Fourth Tier body as a foundation, what Roger could do now was essentially at its limit.

The sword momentum of the Autumn Water Fraction, integrated by the Hunter’s Cabin and influenced by the Sword Heart, had formed the ultimate Cat Form.

This was the essence of the entire fraction.

In some sense, it even surpassed the previous heritage.

“Did you practice all night?” Higurashi Chika asked.

Roger nodded.

“Go rest, the formation of a Guardian Spirit isn’t something that happens overnight.”

Roger nodded and turned to leave.

In the following days, Higurashi Chika discovered something strange; since their morning meeting that day, Roger never stepped into the Training Grounds again.

Only when the sun was high in the morning sky would she see Roger strolling out of his room leisurely.

Leisurely finishing breakfast.

Roger would then drag a mat over to a spot near the window where the sunlight was most abundant and curl up to lie down.

The winter sun enveloped him, and he would lazily lie there motionless, stretching only occasionally.

It went on like this for several days.

Finally, Higurashi Chika couldn’t bear it any longer; she approached Roger, collected her thoughts, and started, “Roger.”

“Hmm?”

“Have you encountered some problem with your training?”

That was the only reason Higurashi Chika could think of.

“No.”

Roger hummed a single syllable, giving the impression that even speaking was an activity that wasted energy.

Higurashi Chika took a deep breath; she was always a diligent person and couldn’t tolerate such waste of talent.

She opened her mouth but didn’t even know where to start.

What are you lying here for?

Why are you sprawled out here?

Are you feeling unwell?

She gritted her teeth, her face a picture of frustration.

Just then, Aoki Kazuo, who was sitting in a corner, came over.

No one could match his thick skin; he would occasionally sit idly by for a whole day, and he had also been watching the recent events.

Aoki Kazuo suddenly felt that it was finally his turn to step in.

“Ahem!”

Aoki Kazuo approached Roger leisurely, “Uh… Roger.”

“Training is an exceedingly difficult process. Some people are highly talented and progress quickly, like Senka and me.”

“While others, well, they might progress more slowly.” He paused slightly there.

“But that’s no reason to give up on yourself.”

“You need to pull yourself together…”

Aoki Kazuo spoke eloquently, non-stop.

While he was speaking passionately, he heard a faint snoring sound from below.

Aoki Kazuo’s cheeks twitched, “This guy actually fell asleep!”

He couldn’t contain his exasperation and reached out to push Roger.

“Stop sleeping, get up.”

Before his palm could touch Roger’s shoulder, the sleeping Roger shrank his body and then abruptly raised his head.

Aoki Kazuo was startled, but he quickly saw Roger’s eyes as they opened.

Those were the vertical pupils of a cat.

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