Chapter 74: ch72
As the sun set, the sky gradually darkened.
Sam Miller slowly opened his eyes. Compared to the tiredness of the day, the arrival of night gave him a sense of joy throughout his body.
He tightened the hilt of the sword at his waist.
He opened the door.
There was no one around, but being sensitive, he could still feel a steady breath.
Taking steps, he walked to the next room and gently pushed it open.
On the bed in the room, two girls, one big and one small, were resting. They were Kanao Tsuyuri and Shinobu Kocho.
Kanao was quietly nestling in Shinobu's arms, while Shinobu was sleeping in a spread-eagle position without any ladylike posture at all.
It seemed that Shinobu was really tired.
"B*****d, big villain, dead ghost, pervert, big dead ghost..."
From time to time, murmurs came from Shinobu's mouth.
She was dreaming.
It's just that he didn't know what dream she was having, calling his name like this.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he gently closed the door. Shinobu and Kanao should have practiced all day, and at night, he didn't want to disturb them; he wanted them to have a good rest.
After all, people's work and rest habits are to sleep at night.
When he came to a place far from the room, he continued to practice swords.
It's just that, being alone in the cool night, he always felt a little uncomfortable.
Probably, demons are lonely.
Even as a demon, he must learn to adapt after all.
Speaking of which, Kanao has always followed his habits before, sleeping during the day.
He didn't know if this habit of work and rest could be corrected, but she rested a lot last night and practiced with Shinobu during the day. He thought she should be able to sleep soundly.
However, in the past, Kanao was always by his side. Although she never spoke, just like a marionette, without her by his side...
There was still some inexplicable feeling of loneliness.
"Continue to practice the sword," he said softly. Only when his hand was pressed on the hilt did his whole body seem to be in joy; only at this time would he not feel bored.
Speaking of which, since yesterday, he has really started his own practice.
About the practice of the 'sword.'
It must be said that his understanding of the 'sword' had greatly improved after two days of practice.
*Rustling...*
At this moment, two figures descended.
It was Makomo and Sabito.
"It's so boring to practice sword alone, how about asking for advice together?"
Sabito held the sword in his arms and looked at Sam eagerly.
Although Makomo didn't speak, her eyes that seemed to be able to speak looked at him.
"OK."
He nodded.
Needless to say, one-on-one, Sam beats either of them.
One-on-one is not enough, and then one-on-two will naturally follow.
In the beginning, Sam was slightly at a disadvantage when faced with the combination of the two, but gradually, as time passed, after mastering the rhythm of Makomo and Sabito's attacks, he began to slowly gain the upper hand.
In the end, it was almost a one-sided battle.
Human physical strength is limited; Makomo and Sabito had to stop and rest after fighting for a while, but he didn't need it. As a demon, his physical strength was unlimited, so he didn't need to worry about these.
Seeing this scene, Makomo and Sabito, who were resting, showed envy in their eyes.
Demons, in terms of physical strength, are indeed much stronger than humans.
But...
That's just envy.
They were absolutely unwilling to become demons. As humans, they also have the pride of being human.
After resting, they continued to ask Sam for advice.
The fight continued.
...
One day.
Two days.
Three days.
...
Unknowingly, half a month passed. Although he had never learned the 'breathing method,' he slowly realized the rhythm of their 'breathing' through constant fighting with Makomo and Sabito.
He also slowly began to understand how to use breathing to improve his strength.
And when fighting with Makomo, Sabito couldn't increase the strength of the pair.
Sam's eyes traced to the outside world.
The world outside Mount Sagiri.
There are demons in the outside world.
Demons different from him.
It's time to harvest.