Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 780 - Chapter 780: Chapter 622: Sharpening the Sword_2

Chapter 780: Chapter 622: Sharpening the Sword_2

“But he was very clear-headed, he knew all this was wrong.”

“Then everything ended.”

“There are many things in this world more important than romance, you have great talent, even better than mine, as long as you are willing to work hard, you can definitely surpass me.”

Miyanori Chiyoko walked towards the door.

“Think about it carefully.”

Red Sparrow pressed her forehead to the floor, silent, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes.

“Auntie, you killed him with a letter, I really can’t forgive you anymore, let it be destroyed…”

“Let it all be completely destroyed!”

The wavering in her eyes became resolute again, the flames of revenge burning fiercely.

…

Hankawa.

White Snow Courtyard.

A pot of hot sake, several dried fish and black beans laid out on a celadon dish.

Kensumi, dressed in a blue garment, was holding a wooden stick in the courtyard, swinging his arms at will, his figure slowly moving.

His speed was not fast, nor did it look like some fierce Sword Momentum, a person dancing alone in the courtyard for a while, his forehead starting to seep with wisps of steam.

“Lord Kensumi.” A gentle voice came.

Kensumi stopped his movements and turned around, seeing the beautiful woman standing under the eaves, then his gaze shifted downward to her belly.

Child, father.

Raising his head, his gaze passed over the courtyard walls towards the distant mountaintop.

The gate could open at any time, but this little courtyard had become the cage that trapped him.

He was the fastest Three-legged Crow, but now, without power, his speed was useless.

“What are you thinking about?”

Yuuki Nao walked up to Kensumi’s side, her face beaming with happiness though they were trapped here.

“Nothing.”

Kensumi looked down and smiled.

“I was thinking about the child in your belly, not sure whether it’s a boy or a girl.”

“Then, does Lord Kensumi prefer a boy or a girl?” Yuuki Nao asked.

“Either is fine, I like both.”

“I was just wondering, what kind of name should we give him?”

“There’s plenty of time, it’s not too late to name the child after birth.”

Yuuki Nao’s eyes twinkled as she grasped Kensumi’s hand firmly.

Kensumi said nothing.

He didn’t know.

He didn’t know if he would live to see the child’s birth.

Meanwhile, at a cabin on the summit of Hankawa Mountain, Yatagarasu Akiryu sat upright, opposite him the spirited Sword Master Cold Crow.

The old man who once looked as if he could die at any moment had vanished, replaced by the sharp-eyed, vigorous Sword Master Cold Crow, who now wore his previously ridiculous-looking robe with perfect fit.

He was now watching his kneeling son with a composed expression.

“There’s something I would like you to do for me.” Sword Master Cold Crow was not using a commanding tone, but his request sounded casual like an everyday conversation.

“Please give your instructions, Father.” Yatagarasu Akiryu replied.

“Not long ago, Sword Master Funiu sought my help. He told me some abnormalities appeared on Qinglu Mountain and hoped for my assistance.”

“Qinglu Mountain, Funiu Sword Pavilion?”

Yatagarasu Akiryu’s thick eyebrows knitted together.

“Is it necessary to go?”

He seemed somewhat reluctant.

“Now is a critical time, our strength is very depleted, if something like the Fucanglong attack happens again…”

“Moreover, if I leave Hankawa for Qinglu Mountain now, I think the people from Tengu Shrine will not miss this opportunity.”

Although not explicitly stated, Yatagarasu Akiryu clearly did not want to travel to Qinglu Mountain at this time.

“As you wish.”

Sword Master Cold Crow seemed indifferent.

A flicker of delight crossed Yatagarasu Akiryu’s face. Having a father as powerful as Sword Master Cold Crow was a burden for any son.

He was too powerful, undoubtedly, and realizing this transformation, Yatagarasu Akiryu even entertained a bizarre thought.

“Is Father preparing to let me take full control of Hankawa?”

In fact, ever since Sword Master Cold Crow retired, Yatagarasu Akiryu had been in charge of all affairs on Hankawa. Even as Kensumi grew up, his role was more like a mascot.

Now it seemed that Sword Master Cold Crow’s arrangements all had deep meanings. There was never any internal strife; the power had always been in the hands of Yatagarasu Akiryu from the beginning to the end.

“Then I won’t go,” Yatagarasu Akiryu lifted his head.

“I am at a critical stage right now, and it might not take long before I take that step.”

“To become a Sword Master!”

“I don’t want to be distracted.”

“That’s fine, make your own decision,” Sword Master Cold Crow waved his hand.

Yatagarasu Akiryu stood up and walked towards the door.

Just then, the voice of Sword Master Cold Crow came from behind him.

“According to tradition, when ascending to Sword Master, one must undergo a sword sharpening. Have you decided on your target?”

Yatagarasu Akiryu stopped in his tracks as a face flashed through his mind. He wanted to say that name, but quickly, he changed his mind.

“When I ascend to Sword Master, I will hunt a Divine Master as a gift for you.”

“Tengu Shrine still has six major branches. I think there are too many, five should be just right!”

Having said that, he strode away.

Sword Master Cold Crow said nothing. He simply opened the wooden box on the table and ran his hand over the contained Black Moon.

Energy circulated, and the expression on Sword Master Cold Crow’s face changed.

“Not enough, still not enough.”

Leaving the mountaintop cottage, Yatagarasu Akiryu walked down energetically. He was already on the brink of advancement, and having made up his mind not long ago, his progress was naturally rapid.

Compared to when he fought with Roger, the current Yatagarasu Akiryu was obviously stronger; his wide robes could no longer conceal his burly figure.

His entire right eye was nearly overtaken by whiteness, a characteristic exhibited by those with a Three-legged Crow Guardian Spirit.

When both eyes completely turned pale, it would mean that the Three-legged Crow had evolved to its perfect state, and its owner would also rise to the Sword Master level.

He walked to the edge of a cliff and looked out at the distant landscape. “Soon, very soon.”

Maybe a day, maybe an hour, maybe the next breath.

The power within Yatagarasu Akiryu surged like a tide, wave after wave, endlessly crashing. He saw the distant view and also comprehended the path he had chosen in his heart.

At that moment, a voice came from behind, “Meiryu Lord, your weapon has been reforged.”

Yatagarasu Akiryu turned around. During his battle with Roger, his left arm was severed, and in his hasty retreat to take Kensumi with him, he had left his weapon behind.

However, Yatagarasu Akiryu’s weapon was not ordinary metal. After he left, it burrowed back underground. Then, Yatagarasu Akiryu returned to Hankawa and summoned his weapon back through a special Onmyoji Array.

His weapon contained a powerful Monster that had been sealed away. Witnessing Michihiro Morita’s ability in forging, Yatagarasu Akiryu entrusted his weapon to Michihiro’s hands for recasting and enhancement.

Grasping the hilt, Yatagarasu Akiryu felt as though he and the weapon in his hand had merged into one. With a casual swing, a piercing cleaving sound filled the air, leaving him in high spirits.

“Good, this is perfect!”

Heavy and powerful, this was the perfect divine weapon in the hands of Yatagarasu Akiryu.

“Give the orders to keep a constant watch on Tengu Shrine’s movements and try to locate the whereabouts of a Divine Master,” Yatagarasu Akiryu instructed.

“Remember, at all costs, even if it means all our spies embedded for decades are rooted out!”

“Meiryu Lord, we will pay a terrible price for this. We might never be able to obtain any more information from the Shrine.”

“Haha.”

Yatagarasu Akiryu laughed loudly. “Just do it, because soon, Tengu Shrine will no longer exist.”

In this moment, his confidence swelled, reducing his wariness of Roger by quite a bit.

Meanwhile, Roger, whom Yatagarasu Akiryu considered a thorn in his side, had already set off with Sword Master Funiu. They passed through a narrow corridor, moving from the starting point to the other side.

Strangely enough, the closer they got to the far end, the narrower the space became.

If this corridor was formed by the dragon’s collision, then its current narrowing suggested the dragon’s body was shrinking.

With caution, the two men didn’t move fast. It took them a long time to reach the end of the corridor, but to Roger’s surprise, there was a dead end.

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