Chapter 758: Chapter 611 Sword Wielder_2 Chapter 758: Chapter 611 Sword Wielder_2 But even a tiger would not eat its own offspring, he could never allow himself to be that chosen one.
Yet now the truth had been prematurely unveiled.
Yatagarasu Kensumi was in despair.
He finally understood Sword Master Cold Crow’s later indifference; the only bond between him and that man was being reduced to a tool.
“I still rember the incidents of my childhood, the guidance you provided as I grew up, and the smiles that graced your face.”
“But after I ca of age, those smiles gradually disappeared, and our relationship beca distant. At first, I thought it was because I was not doing well enough.”
“So I trained desperately, completely forgoing a normal life, hoping only to beco stronger, to see more recognition!”
The sorrow in Yatagarasu Kensumi’s eyes vanished, leaving nothing but an empty calm, as if he were dead.
“Four months ago, Roger ca to Hankawa, you wanted to adopt him but he refused, later he beca your student.”
“Then I heard the sa laughter again. Roger’s talent and the rate of his growth are incredible, is it only soone like that who is worthy to be your student, to be your son?”
“To gain your favor, and perhaps even inherit everything from Hankawa!?”
Yatagarasu Kensumi asked coldly.
“I’m beginning to understand iryu’s thinking now. He is your son, with the true bloodline of the Yatagarasu Clan, but in your heart, even he is not fit to be your successor.”
“You long to find a cultivator with talent as extraordinary as yours, and Roger is the only one that has been filtered out through nurous trials and the threat of death.”
He took a deep breath.
“If I were you, I might not choose to act like iryu, but I would feel the disappointnt just the sa…”
As he cast off the emotions in his heart, Yatagarasu Kensumi sank further into sadness.
“Am I right?”
He looked at Sword Master Cold Crow, hoping to see puzzlent or anger on the old man’s face.
But he was disappointed.
The wrinkles across the aged face remained as calm as ever.
No one could fathom his inner thoughts.
No one.
“iryu is my son,” Sword Master Cold Crow suddenly spoke, “and in my heart, so are you.”
Upon hearing these words, Yatagarasu Kensumi felt not joy but anger rising on his face—he did not want to hear lies after being betrayed.
Because, although aged, this man before him was his sky, the object of his faith and adoration.
The ugliness and the lies had already shattered his beliefs, and he did not want to face any more of it.
“I am your son?” Kensumi scoffed.
“I am rely a tool, one that has been prepared for over 20 years.”
“Can you tell who I truly am, who are my real parents?”
“Where are they, are they dead… or…?”
At this point, sothing dawned on him, his eyes widened as he stared blankly at the old man before him.
Because he had thought of a horrifying possibility.
His breath beca ragged in an instant.
“I have said, you are all my sons,” Sword Master Cold Crow spoke.
“iryu was born before you. At that ti I was still young, without the power and prestige I have now, and his birth was an accident.”
“It was only when he was brought before , when I felt the blood of this child sa as mine, that I realized I had an heir.”
“But back then, the battles were too frequent, and I had too many enemies. As my adopted son, his chances of survival were far greater than as my flesh and blood son.”
“After all these years, besides and iryu, no one knows this secret.”
“As for you…” Sword Master Cold Crow’s tone shifted, “I found you in an abandoned village.”
“Rest assured, I did not kill your parents.”
“Do you have any more questions?” Sword Master asked.
“Am I, the Sword Wielder you chose?”
Yatagarasu Kensumi’s voice trembled.
Sword Master Cold Crow’s gaze dropped slightly, and only after a mont did he reply.
“Once you were.”
Yatagarasu Kensumi felt as though all the vital energy had been drained from his body, “Once I was… to what level did you plan to nurture ?”
“Am I no longer qualified now?”
Yatagarasu Kensumi’s eyes were lifeless.
“I am very disappointed.”
Hearing this from Sword Master Cold Crow, Yatagarasu Kensumi found it overwhelmingly ironic.
The Flower of Eternal Darkness was brought back by his own hands—was this not digging his own grave?
“What do you plan to do with ?”
“Will you let continue to be your Sword Wielder?”
His chest heaved violently, and at this mont, he thought of death.
“Or just kill outright?”
Click.
Sword Master Cold Crow opened the wooden box on the table, which contained a weapon extrely similar to the one in the hands of Yatagarasu Akiryu.
The longsword was slender and immaculately white, pure without a single flaw.
Sword Master Cold Crow pointed at Yatagarasu Kensumi’s chest, “Pierce it, and you don’t have to die.”
His face turned pale, but Yatagarasu Kensumi had no thoughts of defiance, not because of strength, but because of decades of ford obedience.
He really wanted to raise the weapon in his hand, to fight to the death to prove his stance, but as he gripped the cold sword hilt and in the mont he swung it, Yatagarasu Kensumi hesitated.
He looked up at Sword Master Cold Crow.
“Since my existence is for you, if it pleases you…”
“I’ll do it!”
Having said that, he no longer hesitated, the sharp blade piercing his chest.
A muffled grunt escaped his lips, and as he bowed his head, he did not see the flash of disappointnt in Sword Master Cold Crow’s eyes.
Splurch!
The sword went through his body, reaching all the way to the hilt.
Yatagarasu Kensumi used so much force, as if only by doing so could he hide the pain in his heart.
Hiss!
He opened his mouth wide, feeling that it was not his life but his power that was draining away.
And with it, the Guardian Spirit of the Yatagarasu Clan.
Although the longsword had penetrated his body, as ti passed, the whole weapon lted like ice, seemingly rging with sothing within Yatagarasu Kensumi’s body.
Before long, the hilt fell to the floor.
Apart from that, there was not a single wound to be seen on Yatagarasu Kensumi.
He appeared unhard, but Yatagarasu Kensumi knew all too well that a part of himself was gone forever.
“Go back,”
“Without my command, do not leave Hankawa.”
“Where else could I go now?” Struggling to his feet, Yatagarasu Kensumi managed a bitter smile.
He had never felt so weak; he staggered toward the door.
“Live well.”
The voice of Sword Master Cold Crow ca from behind him.
Yatagarasu Kensumi stopped in his tracks.
“The sword just now took my life.”
After saying this, he pushed the door open and left.
As the door stood ajar, the snow outside swirled in, and at that mont, a figure appeared—it was Michihiro Morita.
He quickly entered the room, bent down, and picked up the sword hilt from the floor, his Spiritual Power tracing over it, and a faint longsword appeared beneath the hilt.
He put the weapon back into the box and secured it.
“Sword Master, the Flower of Eternal Darkness has taken effect; we are but one step away from success,”
Sword Master Cold Crow’s gaze was calm.
As if having thought of sothing, Michihiro Morita tentatively asked, “When the transformation is complete, could iryu Lord…”
“No.”
Sword Master Cold Crow shook his head.
“He is your son, but…”
“Just go do what you need to do.”
“I will take care of the rest.”
Sword Master Cold Crow’s voice was deep, and Michihiro Morita closed his mouth after thinking it over.
The room quickly beca silent, leaving only Sword Master Cold Crow alone.
He huddled in the shadow behind the low table, his ager fra even looking sowhat pitiful.
The peak of Hankawa could only be felt by him alone.
anwhile, Yatagarasu Kensumi staggered towards his own courtyard – the Guardian Spirit had been extracted from him, and along with the injuries from the previous battle, his body could hardly hold on any longer.
In a daze, he saw a figure flit before him like a butterfly, then embrace him.
“Lord Kensumi.”
It was Yuuki Nao.
“What happened, how did you get so badly injured?”
“Does Sword Master know?”
With a heart wracked by pain, Yatagarasu Kensumi couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, and as he drifted into unconsciousness, he saw a beautiful face marked with tension and conflict.
“So there is still soone who cares about .”
Then he lost consciousness completely.
At the sa ti, after entering the Shadow World, Roger also noticed sothing unusual about the Elder of Shadows.
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