Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 757 - Chapter 757 Chapter 611 Sword Wielder

Chapter 757: Chapter 611 Sword Wielder Chapter 757: Chapter 611 Sword Wielder His figure streaked across the sky.

Although Yatagarasu Akiryu very much wanted to stay and kill Roger, he was injured, and more importantly, he wasn’t sure if Roger’s strength came from an enhancement by the Hunter’s Cabin.

The weapon in his hand was powerful, but that was because it had been infused with the power of Sword Master Cold Crow. Once that power was exhausted, he might not even be able to escape.

Roger’s strength still exceeded his expectations, and more importantly, there was the Elder of Shadows.

At this moment, he immensely regretted not having used that weapon from the start. In the end, it still was his underestimation of Roger.

Several months ago, he had casually defeated that young man under the cherry blossom tree at the mountaintop.

Even after witnessing the other’s power with his own eyes, he subconsciously believed that he could, could kill Roger by his own hand before the latter rose up.

The bleeding from his severed arm stopped, and as he moved forward at high speed, Yatagarasu Kensumi didn’t struggle at all.

“Why bring me back?”

“Might as well kill me along with it.”

Kensumi let out a cold laugh.

“You’ve gone against…’s wishes, how do you plan to explain when you return?”

When it came to Sword Master Cold Crow, Kensumi didn’t even know how to address him.

“He’ll forgive me, after all, I’m his only son.”

“As for you, you cannot die yet, you’re still of use.”

A faint glimmer of light passed through Yatagarasu Kensumi’s eyes, but it quickly dimmed.

To describe his feelings at the moment as a tumultuous mix would not be an exaggeration.

Just a short time ago, he believed that although his betrayal was ugly, it was still worth it for his father, for the future of Hankawa.

He was even willing to repay the life debt he owed for it.

But how long had passed?

Everything became extremely laughable.

What he thought was his proud lineage, the most prideful aspect, was nothing but a lie, and the helplessness he had always felt, finally found its reason.

“Bang!”

The two fell from the sky, stirring up a layer of accumulated snow.

Rustle.

The door opened, and Yatagarasu Akiryu stepped into the room.

“I’ve brought Kensumi back.”

Yatagarasu Akiryu said.

“You’ve disappointed me.”

Sword Master Cold Crow raised his head.

“You taught me this when I was little, you told me that every danger should be nipped in the bud.”

“If I hadn’t acted, would there be a place for me in Hankawa a few years from now?”

Sword Master Cold Crow closed his eyes.

Yatagarasu Akiryu knew that once he drew his sword, everything that occurred there couldn’t be hidden from this man before him, and of course, Sword Master Cold Crow could also learn everything from Yatagarasu Kensumi.

Just now, he didn’t directly use that weapon simply to reduce the variables.

“Go down.”

Sword Master Cold Fang waved his hand dismissively.

Soon, only the “father and son” pair remained in the room.

After a long, prolonged silence, Yatagarasu Kensumi raised his head.

“Why?”

“Why what?” Sword Master Cold Crow retorted.

“I’m actually just an abandoned infant, why did you publicly claim me as your son?”

“And Akiryu, he was originally…”

Yatagarasu Akiryu’s face was full of bitterness.

Sword Master Cold Crow did not answer, and after a long while, Yatagarasu Kensumi, lost in a daze as if he had realized something, his eyes filled with despair, stared fiercely at the aged figure.

“Father, this is the last time I call you father…”

“Please tell me, what exactly was your purpose in adopting and raising me?!”

By the end, his tone had taken on a searing accusation because deep in his heart, Yatagarasu Kensumi already had a vague guess.

It was just that he didn’t want to believe it, because the truth this guess pointed to would destroy all the beliefs he had built up over the decades and the image of the man before him in his heart.

Sword Master Cold Crow still didn’t speak, sitting behind the low table, coiling his body into a ball, calmly looking at Yatagarasu Kensumi.

Just like many of their past communications, there was no joy or anger, and no one could guess what the old man was thinking.

“Why?”

“What exactly is it for?!”

Yatagarasu Kensumi roared.

“Do you need a hand that wields a sword?!”

He asked somewhat despairingly.

Many signs indicated that the so-called Spirit Sword Project hadn’t just started recently, but many years ago–specifically, it might have begun after Sword Master Cold Crow retired to Hankawa.

From that moment, he might have felt his life coming to an end, hence he orchestrated the Spirit Sword Project.

The Guardian Spirit, the Cultivator, and the powerful weapon.

Unified, they could eventually forge a true Spirit Sword.

But simultaneously, while Sword Master Cold Crow’s life could continue in another form, his original body would be destroyed.

He would become a living sword.

Though powerful, he needed a Sword Wielder, a hand that grasped the sword.

Such a person would completely yield to the might of Sword Master Cold Crow, thereby losing himself, becoming a true puppet.

Having his own son become the Sword Wielder clearly wasn’t a good choice. Perhaps since then, he had purposefully begun to cultivate a candidate.

Beyond bloodline, there was another bond that could perfectly harness the power of Sword Master Cold Crow.

That was the Guardian Spirit.

So he needed a son with a Three-legged Crow as his Guardian Spirit.

And it was best that this son didn’t leave Hankawa before he grew up and didn’t face danger because his body would become the vessel in the future.

Indeed, after learning about the Spirit Sword Project, the choice of who would become Sword Master Cold Crow’s Sword Wielder was obvious.

It’s just that at that time, Kensumi believed he was Sword Master Cold Crow’s son, he thought that even if he couldn’t satisfy or make his father proud.