Yatagarasu Kensumi was stunned for a moment, but the next second, a hand roughly slapped him, catching him off guard and striking his face. His body flew over ten meters and crashed into the nearby ruins.
"Waste will always be waste!"
Yatagarasu Meiryu coldly huffed.
"Get lost."
Saying this, he swung his Great Tachi with a strong gust of wind, crudely chopping at Roger.
This attack was entirely different from when he had sparred with Roger. The Spiritual Power enveloping Meiryu was as tangible as reality, and his other pupil gradually turned a pale shade.
At a cursory glance, one would subconsciously associate the burly stature and the current color of his pupils with the old man living at the summit of Hankawa Peak.
Right from the beginning, Roger had found it odd. Yatagarasu Kensumi was the son of Sword Master Cold Crow, yet there was a great disparity between the two in appearance, stature, and temperament.
