Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 586 - Chapter 586 Chapter 525 Could You Please Put Your Clothes On

Chapter 586: Chapter 525: Could You Please Put Your Clothes On? (Two in One) _2 Chapter 586: Chapter 525: Could You Please Put Your Clothes On? (Two in One) _2 “Nekomata and cats,” Roger murmured softly, his thoughts drifting to other matters.

“Alright, let’s begin our formal training now.”

Higurashi Chika drew her weapon.

“What I’m about to demonstrate to you is the basic swordsmanship of the Autumn Water Fraction. These are just the fundamentals, but mastering them would be enough for any ordinary person to become a swordsmanship master in the real world,” she said.

“However, without the application of Spiritual Power, to be honest, such swordsmanship is nothing more than showy tricks,” Chika added.

This reminded Roger of some of the combat techniques he’d used before. Uh… well, it seemed that he was being looked down upon.

“I’ll demonstrate it for you first, then break it down step by step to explain the movements and muscle usage,” she said.

“In a sense, although Samurai training does not require the kind of physical talent that Onmyoji possess, it demands a high level of Comprehension ability,” she added.

No sooner had Chika’s words fallen than her entire being sprang into action.

The afternoon sun illuminated the whole room, and Chika’s figure whirred about in the light and shadow, merging with the sword in her hand.

Her white soles, like two white lotuses, danced gracefully with each movement. To be fair, the swordsmanship Chika was demonstrating was actually much less practical than the styles Roger had practiced before.

Yet, within the flow of the dance, a special kind of beauty seemed to stir certain energies in the void, making everything extraordinarily different.

Roger’s eyes widened as he watched Chika intently, his gaze fixed as if out of focus, but with the enhancement of his formidable spiritual power and Sword Heart, he had already memorized every one of her movements.

“What are you looking at?”

In his reverie, an annoyed voice reached his ears. Returning to his senses, Roger saw the frown on Chika’s fair face.

“What are you staring at?”

Even though Chika was deeply absorbed in her swordsmanship practice, she lived in the real world and was not an ignorant girl.

Roger stood there, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his face, his eyes vacant, looking utterly lost.

The scene could easily lead to some… cough cough, assumptions.

Roger snapped back to reality.

“Oh… I was thinking about your movements just now.”

“Your posture is so graceful, it looks more like a dance than swordplay. Of course, I’m not doubting its lethality but considering how, if I were to perform this sword technique, I should make any improvements?” Roger replied earnestly.

Just keep making up stories.

Chika crossed her arms and set her face in a skeptical expression.

“Show me a demonstration,” she demanded, her lips pursed in a taut line.

“Shua!”

But before she had finished speaking, a bright flash caught her eye as a sword light streaked past.

Roger was controlling his own power, but as the Longsword was drawn from its sheath, every gesture and motion seemed as if it had been honed to perfection, not requiring any changes.

Chika’s expression changed, but what Roger did next completely overturned her understanding.

His body stretched out, merging elegance with robustness. Whether it was the twitch of a muscle or a technique, it was identical to Chika’s demonstration just moments ago.

The difference was that the Autumn Water Swordsmanship Roger performed carried a unique flavor of its own.

This was his Autumn Water Swordsmanship.

“How is this possible?!” Chika exclaimed, her eyes widening. She desperately wanted to spot a flaw, something discordant in Roger’s execution.

But it was not until the metallic scrape of the sword sheathing that Chika was pulled back from her thoughts, reluctantly realizing that Roger’s Autumn Water Swordsmanship was flawlessly perfect.

“How was that?”

“Teacher Higurashi?” Roger asked softly.

Chika’s face went through a series of changes as she blurted out instinctively.

“No one can master the Autumn Water Swordsmanship perfectly after only one demonstration. Have you learned this technique before?”

“Have you met him?”

“Him?” Roger paused, “Who?”

Chika gave Roger a glance and answered vaguely, “Nothing, I was overthinking it.”

“I have other things to attend to, you practice on your own for now.” She left in a hurry without waiting for his response.

Roger looked at the sword in his hand, “Pretend all you want, tsk tsk, missed the chance for hands-on teaching, huh?”

Though he had already mastered the Autumn Water Swordsmanship, Roger didn’t leave. He had only practiced a few types of swordsmanship before. The different techniques opened his mind, and he started to reflect and comprehend, moving slowly in front of him.

Meanwhile, Higurashi Senka had not really left; instead, she proceeded to the depths of the mansion and entered underground.

As soon as she entered, Higurashi Senka saw the blaring TV and across from it, on the oversized sofa, lay a bare white body.

Her face darkened, and she couldn’t help but roar, “Yukiko, Yukiko Morita!”

“Shh, keep it down, do you want the people chasing me to find out?” Yukiko said without looking up.

Higurashi Senka looked frantic.

“What on earth are you watching? Why did you take off your clothes?!”

On the oversized sofa lay the creamy white body, not mostly exposed, but nearly entirely.

The only parts not exposed were wrapped with herbs and bandages.

“Hey, don’t talk nonsense!”

Struggling, Yukiko shifted her head away from the TV, “I’m healing my injuries, you should know best how many wounds I have. It’s so troublesome to change dressings frequently with clothes on and off.”

“Reducing unnecessary movements and friction helps my injuries heal better.”

Yukiko seriously analyzed her situation.

At this point, her face suddenly showed a hint of suspicion.

“Senka, there’s something wrong with what you just said. Explain to me, what kind of TV show requires one to watch it undressed?”

She blinked her bright eyes, feigning innocence.

“I had no idea.”

“Alright…”

Higurashi Senka sighed resignedly and found a chair a bit farther from Yukiko to sit down.

“In broad daylight, how do you have time to come find me?”

“Why aren’t you accompanying that Roger?”

“Tell me, is he really your admirer?”

“And what’s his background?”

“Is he from an Onmyoji family with an extensive legacy?” Yukiko leaned in a little, “My injuries are healing a bit slowly right now. If you could get me a few special materials…”

Yukiko tentatively said.

“What do you want to do?” Higurashi Senka looked on guard.

“For my injuries, I think it’s necessary for you to make a sacrifice…” Yukiko blurted out casually.

“Go if you want!” Higurashi Senka snapped coldly.

“I’m hurt,” Yukiko pointed to her own body.

“Don’t you have a conscience?”

Higurashi Senka stood up.

“Hey, don’t go.”

Yukiko waved her hand, making a magnanimous gesture, “So, what brings you here to find me?”

She knew her friend well, who had arrived looking visibly troubled, but after several rounds of Yukiko’s chattering and joking, Higurashi Senka’s mood had returned to normal.

“Yukiko, do you believe there are real geniuses in this world?”

“Of course, there are.”

Yukiko patted her chest, “Like me, for instance. You could be considered one too, just about.”

“If it weren’t for your obsession with the Autumn Water Fraction legacy, with your talent, you could easily be put to good use in any Sword Pavilion.”

“Stop it, that legacy is the only thing I have left. Only by solidifying the Nekomata Guardian Spirit could I possibly find him through the connection between the same legacy’s Guardian Spirits and bloodlines!”

Higurashi Senka replied.

“Not to discourage you, Senka, but you know yourself how slim that hope is.”

“The bloodline connection and Guardian Spirit can only increase the chances a little, and compared to this vast world, that’s very small,” Yukiko said soberly.

“Forget about me.” Higurashi Senka looked at Yukiko.

“If it were you, would you give up searching for Mr. Michihiro Morita?”

“Not at all!”

Without hesitation, Yukiko answered definitively.