[Wild Wind]
The sharp sound of the wind, the Crow Tengu whose defensive lapse had been exposed, was shattered by Roger's blade, causing Aian San to involuntarily spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
At this time, the gazes of both parties fell upon Roger.
Different was the hatred spilling from Aian San's eyes, whereas the stranger's look held curiosity and scrutiny.
"Three-legged Crow, you come from the Yatagarasu Clan!"
Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Aian San spoke with a grave expression, his arm that Roger had severed was reconnecting after a brief period of recovery.
Yet at this moment, Aian San put aside all his pride; all his attention was focused on the face of the young man wearing the crow mask.
"I am Kensumi."
Aian San's pupils contracted slightly, "Yatagarasu Sword Master..."
"Is my father."
The young man answered nonchalantly.
Aian San said nothing, but the expression on his face gradually solidified.