Hankawa.
The figure of Yatagarasu Kensumi fell from the sky, the downward blast of air rolling up the snow on the ground. He strode forward, his expression solemn, as he walked into the room where Sword Master Cold Crow resided.
"Father, I have returned."
Yatagarasu Kensumi took out the box containing the Flower of Eternal Darkness.
In the room, a member of the Yatagarasu Akiryu kneeled at one side, his severed arm having regrown. His breath was steady, and his injuries had healed significantly.
"So soon?" Sword Master Cold Crow's face flashed with surprise, but quickly, seeing Yatagarasu Kensumi alone, Sword Master Cold Crow realized something.
"Roger..."
"To escape the blockade, I abandoned him."
Yatagarasu Kensumi lowered his head.
Sword Master Cold Crow furrowed his brow, a complex look flitting across his eyes. He opened the wooden box on the table, the Flower of Eternal Darkness inside shimmering with radiance.
"Is he dead?"
He asked.
"More likely than not."
