Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 681 - Chapter 681 Chapter 573 Asura_2

Chapter 681: Chapter 573 Asura_2 Chapter 681: Chapter 573 Asura_2 “However, very few people can achieve that,” Roger added.

How many people would willingly give up such an advantage presented right before their eyes?

“Your path, you choose it yourself.”

After putting down his wine cup, Sword Master Cold Crow signaled it was time for Roger to depart.

“Sword Heart, Sword Intent, Sword Path.”

The final words drilled into his ears as Roger had already left the peak of Hankawa and was inside the building.

Pinching the black book in his hand, he felt he had gained a lot.

Stepping outside, before Roger could even reach the mountainside, someone hurried over to him.

“Lord Roger, Mr. Morita has something important and wishes for you to visit him,” the person said.

Without hesitation, Roger made his way to the tall tower where they had met last time.

Entering Michihiro Morita’s room, from afar, Roger saw a figure pacing under the Cherry Blossom Tree.

Compared to their last encounter, Michihiro Morita seemed much more wearied, with disheveled hair and clothes filthy beyond measure.

He walked back and forth, muttering to himself, so engrossed that not even Roger’s approach caught his attention.

“Mr. Morita…”

“Black Bat Wing… No, it’s not right, that won’t resolve the conflict between the Guardian Spirit and the weapon. Should I try another approach? Right, there’s also the soul; once it leaves the body, it becomes fragile. Should I change the soul’s nature before separation, or find a way…”

“Mr. Morita!”

Roger raised his voice, knowing that without his intervention, there would likely be no progress even if he waited all afternoon.

“Oh… Roger?”

“Yes, it was me who called you here.”

“I’ve been very busy lately. Did you find the Everworld Stone I asked you to look for last time?” Morita inquired.

“Something happened, so…”

“If you didn’t find it, I could try other methods. Give me your weapon!”

“There won’t be any problems?”

The incident with White Fox made Roger realize that although Sword Master Cold Crow seemed confined to his abode, his control over Hankawa and the Sword Pavilion had not diminished in the least.

His strength manifested in many aspects.

Most frightening was that you could never discern his thoughts.

“Don’t worry, you are now his student and naturally have access to some special privileges,” Morita reassured him.

Without hesitation, Roger produced the Sword of Destiny.

“Right, one more thing.” As he said this, he also took out the Crow Feather and materials obtained from the Hundred-Eyes Monster.

“Could you craft a suitable weapon for Higurashi Chika?”

Though the Hunter’s Cabin’s Forging Room could do the same, Morita’s experience was far broader in comparison.

If possible, having Morita join Roger’s team one day and combining efforts with the Hunter’s Cabin’s Forging Room would surely spark remarkable innovations.

“That’s easy.”

Morita carefully stored the items, then bowed formally, “Thank you for what you did for Yukiko!”

“It’s what I should do.” Roger supported him, and after exchanging a few pleasantries, they parted ways.

Back at the annex, Yuuki Nao informed Roger that Yatagarasu Kensumi had already chosen a new residence for them near the mountain’s summit.

The location wasn’t too far from where Yatagarasu Kensumi lived, and they could move there anytime.

Close to the mountain’s summit.

Frankly speaking, Roger didn’t want to live too close to Sword Master Cold Crow; he worried that activating the Shadow Cottage might result in detectable stray Shadow’s Power.

After discussing, they decided to retain the residence on the mountainside, but Higurashi Chika and Yukiko could move closer to Yatagarasu Kensumi.

Once he completed this phase of training, Roger planned to find a way to take Higurashi Chika away from here. As for Yukiko, it seemed relatively safer for her to stay for now.

As he entered, he just happened to see Yukiko strolling in the courtyard, and after a moment’s thought, Roger approached her.

“I just met Michihiro Morita,” he said.

“Grandpa has been having a tough time lately. There were a few times I tried to see him, but I was turned away at the door,” she replied.

Roger frowned, a hint of confusion crossing his face.

Michihiro Morita doted on Yukiko immensely. After arriving in Hankawa, as the plans progressed, he seemed to undergo some strange changes.

“Don’t worry, he’s in good condition,” Roger reassured her.

Lowering his voice, he wrapped it in Spiritual Power before whispering into Yukiko’s ear, “Remember one thing, in the future, if the worst comes to pass, and we have no choice but to flee this place.”

“Or if you face a deadly threat, take Higurashi Chika to my room. I will figure out a way to save you both.”

Although he wasn’t certain such a scenario would occur, it was never harmful to be overly prepared.

“Go to your room?”

“Chika and me?!”

Yukiko raised her voice suddenly, looking at Roger with a puzzled expression. Most importantly, she blurted it all out without any attempt to conceal her words.

“Cough, cough…”

“It’s good that you remember, there’s no need to say it out loud,” Roger hastily added.

“Okay, okay,” she agreed.

For Yukiko, such matters were not overthought. She just found it odd – thinking of running away but not heading down the mountain and instead to a man’s room.

Isn’t that strange?

As they spoke, they failed to notice Aoki Kazuo, in an unremarkable corner on the edge, silently shedding tears after hearing Yukiko’s outcry.

“Damn it!” he cursed under his breath.

“Isn’t having Chika enough for you?” he muttered, slapping the pillar in front of him before glancing at his left hand.

In the room, Higurashi Chika continued her strenuous training while Roger observed for a while then quietly departed.

All he had were suspicions, lacking evidence, so naturally, he couldn’t bring up the subject with Higurashi Chika.

Could he really just go back and tell the girl, “Your father had you just to kill you?”

Even with her trust in Roger, such a scandalous statement would likely be too much for Higurashi Chika to bear.

Moreover, from the few words exchanged, Roger could sense the extremely deep bond between Higurashi Chika and her father.

Returning to his own room, Roger took out the books bestowed to him by Sword Master Cold Crow, naturally not taking the so-called Asura Reincarnation Technique.

It was sinister and evil, and he even worried that upon obtaining it, he would be unable to resist researching and attempting it.

At present, by suppressing through his bloodline, Roger could completely handle the side effects of devouring, which at least would raise his abilities to near the mid-level of the Fourth Tier.

Combined with his swordsmanship, this would make him quite powerful in this perilous world.

He plunged his consciousness into the book in his hand.

Countless pieces of information flowed past his eyes, not in the form of traditional text or images but as vivid sensations. Among these, he could find notations made by Sword Master Cold Crow himself.

Perhaps it was a tradition or inheritance he had once chosen.

After a long while, when Roger came back to his senses, he found that it was already dark outside. He moved his palm off the book, focusing his attention on the library existing within his consciousness.

Indeed, numerous books now filled the previously empty shelves. His palm brushed over the books as a prompt from Hunter’s Cabin appeared:

“Sorting in progress…”

Others might require a significant amount of time to filer through each one, and even then, the results might not be the best fit for them.

But Hunter’s Cabin understood Roger better than he understood himself.

All he needed to do was wait patiently.

Although he had just quickly skimmed through the books, the inherited traditions within could not yet be absorbed and understood by Roger, but he could feel the Alder Sword Seal gradually changing.

Without continuing his training, Roger focused his mind and his body disappeared from the spot. When he reappeared, he was already at the Graveyard Cabin. Every so often, he would come here to check in.

If anything happened, Henrik and the others would leave a mark on the large tree opposite the Graveyard Cabin.

Stepping out the door, Roger immediately noticed the mark left on the tree.

“Is there an issue?” he wondered.