Chapter 650: Chapter 558 Opposition Chapter 650: Chapter 558 Opposition Higurashi Senka had changed into a fresh set of clothes in the room when, abruptly, the door was flung open, and Yukiko peeked in cautiously.
She took several deep breaths, eyeing Higurashi Senka suspiciously until the latter felt somewhat uncomfortable under her gaze, “Is something wrong?”
Higurashi Senka’s mind was currently filled with the Cat Fraction’s legacy knowledge, wishing nothing more than to quickly recover her energy and then begin the next stage of training.
Yukiko asked tentatively.
“Go how?” Senka first paused in surprise, but quickly, she noticed the expression in Yukiko’s eyes.
“Of course!” Yukiko nodded vigorously, “Aside from me, Aoki Kazuo also knows.”
“Him?” Senka didn’t understand why Yukiko would bring up Aoki Kazuo on this topic, but she just frowned slightly, not paying it much mind.
“Very well, very good!”
Senka took a deep breath as if recalling the entire process, and upon seeing her expression, Yukiko couldn’t help but slightly smirk.
“Is it really that good?”
“He has opened a new door for me, it’s a completely new experience, and I think you should understand this feeling.”
Yukiko first froze in surprise, but then quickly shook her head vigorously, “No, no, no, I don’t understand at all, don’t talk nonsense!”
“You’re acting strange today.”
Senka eyed Yukiko doubtfully, “Then again, you’re not often normal.”
“Is there something you need?”
“If there’s nothing else, I need to rest.”
“Are you tired?” asked Yukiko with a thoughtful look, but before she could probe further, Senka, who had changed clothes, had already shooed her out.
The door closed tightly, and Yukiko thoughtfully nodded to herself; this girl was really oblivious. In such a situation, a normal person would have long lost the mood and energy to pay attention to these trivial matters.
But Yukiko was the exception.
When she was serious, she was extremely serious, but other times…
Of course, as Senka said, Yukiko wasn’t often normal on regular days.
The yard was empty, Yukiko scanned around, then dashed out ecstatically.
She banged vigorously on Aoki Kazuo’s door.
“Aoki-kun, I just came from Senka’s room, and I’ve got first-hand information. Maybe things aren’t as you think; do you want to hear it?”
There was silence in the room when suddenly, a bitter-faced Aoki Kazuo pricked up his ears. His heart thumped wildly, and a thought emerged in his mind.
“Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding, am I overthinking?”
But right after, he heard Yukiko’s mysteriously whispering voice filter through the crack in the door, “Ahh, so strange, Senka always had good physical strength, why would she suddenly feel tired?”
“What do you think two people can do in a room?”
Yukiko posed in feigned concern.
Upon hearing this, Aoki Kazuo’s face turned from green to white, then from white to black. He covered his ears and cradled his head, squeezing out a single word through clenched teeth.
Meanwhile, not long after Senka left, Roger’s complexion returned to normal, having lost some of his strength but gained an Elite Demon Hunter.
More importantly, Roger had found a rapid direction for development just as he was preparing to stand up when suddenly a quiet sound came from outside the door.
“Mr. Roger, Lord Michihiro Morita would like to see you.”
Roger gently clapped his hands, and the door automatically opened, revealing a woman in a white robe, expressionless, standing outside.
“Come in,” said Roger.
No sooner had his words fallen than a burst of white light emanated from the woman at the door, and her figure rapidly shrank. By the time she floated into the room and landed on the table not far in front of Roger, she had transformed into a sheet of white paper.
On the paper was the handwriting of Michihiro Morita.
Roger picked up the paper in his hand and left the room.
Following the mountain path upwards, passing through several blockades, Roger arrived inside a high tower near the peak of the mountain.
From the outside, the tower appeared about 30 meters high, with a black exterior. Carved onto the flying eaves was a Three-legged Crow poised for flight; strangely, the carved crows each had only one eye, while the other was a chaotic void.
Arriving at the entrance, Roger saw Morita, who led him into the black tower.
The space inside the tower was much larger than it seemed from the outside. Morita took Roger upward, following the spiral staircase to a wooden door.
Morita spread his hands, and a flash of fiery red light passed, opening the wooden door. Roger followed Morita inside.
Upon entering the room, Roger first breathed in the moist air, then felt a soft touch beneath his feet, almost as though he could hear the sound of grass brushing against the soles of his shoes.
Following were the crisp chirping of birds and the gentle gurgling of flowing water.
Roger looked around, taking in the stream-crossing bridges, the hillsides, and houses in the distance, but what caught his attention the most was the old cherry tree next to the houses.
The trunk was thick, the bountiful petals so heavy that the branches bent down. Even without wind, petals floated down from the tree, forming a pink carpet on the ground.
“What a beautiful place,” Roger couldn’t help but exclaim.
When he first came to Hankawa, he had marveled at the white snow on the mountains and the bright moon in the sky, but the monotonous scenery soon became dull.
After close observation, Roger noticed the Sword Pavilion disciples coming and going on Snow Mountain; most of them also had serious expressions and cold eyes.