Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 629 - Chapter 629 Chapter 547 Their Secret_2

Chapter 629: Chapter 547 Their Secret_2 Chapter 629: Chapter 547 Their Secret_2 As Higurashi Senka sprinted, she looked back; her gaze seemed to penetrate the distance to rest upon that familiar figure.

“Don’t be foolish, going back would only add to the chaos,”

Yukiko warned, but upon hearing this, Senka only quickened her pace, telling herself it was the last time.

“Grandfather!”

After crossing a mountain and seeing the majestic Flame Tiger, Yukiko called out loudly!

“It’s really you!”

The wrinkles on Michihiro Morita’s face unfolded as for the past few days, except at night, he had nearly exhausted himself to increase his speed.

Although he hadn’t been in battle, his condition at that moment didn’t look very good.

“Grandfather, come help quickly!”

Without another word, Yukiko urged loudly.

“I just released the Guardian Spirit to confirm your location, but at the same time…”

“I know.”

Michihiro Morita’s expression darkened as he looked into the distance.

With that said, he mounted the Flame Tiger and soared into the sky.

Roar!

Fire descended from the sky, and Michihiro Morita also flipped down to the ground, where the surrounding mountain peaks were shrouded in lines of fire, and in the center, a large pit appeared, followed by a figure stepping out from the swirling flames.

“Such strong vital energy?!”

“How could someone achieve this extent?!” Morita said in astonishment.

Whether it was Onmyoji or Samurai from the Sword Pavilion, their strength stemmed from Spiritual Power; in this world, only Monsters had such terrifying vital energy fluctuations.

The outcome was clear; the person who had helped Yukiko and the others was probably doomed, and now everyone would face this fearsome monster.

A tall figure, a handsome face, without the typical ferocious and eerie look of monsters, but the weapon in the other’s hand made Morita take several more glances.

He was a master at forging Famed Artifacts, and at first glance, he could tell the extraordinariness of that weapon.

“What kind of monster is this?”

As Morita pondered to himself, he carelessly discovered that his granddaughter had already excitedly charged forward.

“Yukiko!”

Morita’s face changed drastically as the Flame Tiger beside him roared.

“Come back quickly!”

“Roger, you are too strong!”

Yukiko shouted loudly.

Watching the girl whose cheeks were slightly reddened from excitement and hearing the words that came from her mouth, Roger couldn’t help but grin.

He always felt he had heard similar words before, but the time and place were quite different from the current situation.

Watching the girl who seemed ready to rush into his arms out of excitement, Roger hesitated for a moment.

To dodge, or to just…

“That’s amazing!”

In her excitement, Yukiko rushed into Roger’s arms.

The recent experiences had drained Yukiko both physically and emotionally, she had always disguised and hidden her emotions, but now, upon seeing Morita, she completely let go and released them.

If it weren’t for Roger’s help, they would have been captured back when Uchiyama Mamoru appeared, not to mention their later encounters with the Hundred-Eyes Monster and the recent close calls.

“Grandfather, this is Roger who came from the Western World to Sunrise. There’s a small problem with the weapon in his hand, and he wanted to seek your help. Thanks to him, you were able to see me at all,”

“I’ve already promised him, so you absolutely must not go back on your word!”

“You are from the West?” Morita’s pupils contracted.

Transcendents from the Western World were fully suppressed in Sunrise, but what just happened…

Of course, this also explained why the vital energy of this young man was so strong.

“Thank you!”

Seeing Yukiko safe and sound, Morita brought his feet together and bowed deeply with respect.

The lives of the Transcendents from the West were long. Although this guy looked young, his actual age might be several times his own. Then, it seemed like he thought of something, glanced at Yukiko with a peculiar expression flickering at the corner of his eyes.

“This place isn’t safe; let’s leave quickly!”

Michihiro Morita looked around. By now, the flames had died down somewhat, and he could see the mutilated corpse at the bottom of the pit, carved up by Roger.

“The stronger the Transcendent, the greater the suppression they face. Who is this young man… no, this gentleman, in the Western World?”

With many doubts in mind, he quickly left the battle area.

After a long while, as the sky grew dim, at the very center of where Roger had battled, the ground loosened, and an ugly head emerged.

“Such a fierce battle should have left some wounds, right?”

The person sneered coldly.

“After so many days of pursuit, I’ve finally almost found you.”

Naturally, the one who appeared here was Ishii.

Due to the conflicts with Aian San, even when he stumbled upon some slight clues, he chose to hide them. However, to his surprise, after leaving the city, Michihiro Morita had switched into high gear.

For several consecutive days, Ishii was nearly dragged to exhaustion. Just when he thought he might lose his target, he suddenly sensed a stir of battle and immediately hastened towards it at top speed.

Meanwhile, after running a distance away from the area, Michihiro Morita, with his rich experience, found a safe haven.

It was a natural cave located in a canyon, accessible only from the top, and unless one was deliberately searching, it would be difficult to encounter any Monster by chance.

Once everyone had fully settled, they finally took a deep breath.

“What exactly happened? Do you not realize that if it weren’t for luck, I could have been captured before even meeting Roger!”

Yukiko complained.

The incident that befell her was completely unexpected; she was utterly unprepared for it. Indeed, as she said, surviving up to now without being caught by others was purely a matter of luck.

“I’m sorry you’ve suffered,” Michihiro Morita sighed, but casually sidestepped the issue.

After some time spent in small talk, the atmosphere became much more cordial. “Mister Roger, may I address you this way?”

According to Michihiro Morita’s guess, this so-called young man’s true age was definitely over 100 years. Calling him “brother” in the real world wouldn’t even be appropriate because of his age.

Uncle?

Heh.

Thinking it over, “Mister” seemed most appropriate.

“You mentioned you want to reforge a weapon, may I see it?”

“Not reforging, but rather lifting some of the seal, I suppose,” Roger clarified.

Roger and Michihiro Morita moved to a secluded spot, and with a flick of his wrist, the Sword of Destiny appeared in his hand.

Michihiro Morita took Roger’s weapon with a solemn expression, placing the Sword of Destiny on his lap and gently running his fingertips over it, meticulously feeling every inch of the blade, not missing any detail.

Roger did not speak, merely waiting quietly. As time passed, Michihiro Morita’s expression gradually changed. Several times, he felt like stopping to ask questions.

But in the end, he persisted until he had felt every part of the blade.

It hadn’t been that long, but Michihiro Morita’s forehead was now beaded with a fine sweat.

“This weapon…” He carefully chose his words.

“It’s forged from human bones, laden with pain and gore, and it includes a bit of the Living Refinement Method. If you had given me this weapon earlier, I might not have been able to discern it,” he admitted.

Roger nodded his head.

“The main body of the weapon is indeed Fourth Tier, belonging to a High Tier member of the Blood Clan who used one of his avatars to forge this weapon. Another part is a Pseudo Fourth Tier created through Secret Laws. As for the specifics, I am not sure.”

Roger looked at Michihiro Morita and then relayed the relevant information about the Sword of Destiny to him. As a weaponsmith, he must have a profound understanding of his weapons.

“Truly frightening,” Michihiro Morita murmured, his gaze shifting, showing a hint of wariness when looking at Roger.

He wasn’t clear about the full power of the weapon in its prime, but a High Tier Vampire, especially one with special abilities who used its own avatar and nearly a century of time…

The mere thought of it was unsettling.

Still, such a fearsome being had died at the hands of this young man… elder.

So, what level of strength did this young man… elder truly possess?

Could this special forging technique be connected to those he had come into contact with recently?

With countless thoughts swirling in his mind, Michihiro Morita finally spoke up, “Do you want to know what happened to me?”

“The secret behind why I’m being hunted?”

Roger looked at Michihiro Morita expressionlessly and then answered without hesitation, “I don’t.”

As a joke, trouble is better kept at a distance.

Then, changing the subject, he asked, “Can you fix my sword now?”

Michihiro Morita:…