"Do you still recognize me?"
A gaunt figure curled up on the ground, her face obscured by a mass of black hair.
Roger didn't step forward but instead stood by the courtyard wall, slowly drawing the sword from his back.
Samurai at Sunrise are accustomed to wearing their weapons at their waist or holding them in their hands, but for a Demon Hunter, Roger still preferred drawing his sword from behind.
Although it was just a temporary assignment, what surprised Roger was that the weapon Higurashi Chika had given him was not made of ordinary iron.
The blade emitted a faint glow under the moonlight, and Roger gripped his weapon tightly. His movements seemed casual, yet he could launch an attack at the first sign of an emergency.
This was a basic swordsmanship technique of the Autumn Water Fraction, now fully assimilated and integrated into his own comprehension.
"Giggle, giggle."