It was deep into the night, yet “Eagle” wasn’t tired. The parlor of the dilapidated Stop was brightly lit, making the light and shadows divide the yard outside of the hall split to two. “Eagle” stood in the yard. His eight most trusted subordinates stood nearby, watching him sword dancing. “Eagle” was no swordsman, nor was he proficient in swordsmanship. He was once a member of the military, and learned greatsword techniques.

Sword and greatsword techniques appear the same, but they're in fact completely different.

As people say [Swords are quick, greatswords are strong.] Swords travel with trickery, flexible yet varying; greatswords are fair, breaking through with power.

When a sword wielder is given a greatsword, they will use it like a sword, the same is vice versa.

Therefore, although “Eagle” was sword dancing, he was actually greatsword dancing.

 The reason why he has the sword, is also because the sword is really satisfying.

He had never seen such a perfect blade!

 “Eagle” hauled the sword in his hand, his movement swift. Suddenly his wrist quivered, and three sword flowers bloomed. It seemed to be like an ink filled brush. Wherever the sword went, dark gray lines were left behind in the air, like freehand calligraphy.

This was exactly like the beauty of the sword’s patterns, very gratifying.

 “Eagle” stabbed sharply with the sword, and pulled out the strength from his wrist. The sword’s body didn’t move, yet the sword edge seemed to quiver slightly, singing with the sound of a soft hum.

This fit the firmness of the sword’s body, sturdiness and softness.

 When the sword was retracted, it slowed for a moment again. When the blade reached the chest, the edge was cool, and the light shined.

This was exactly what the sword’s shine was like, the cold light penetrated through bones.

“Eagle” couldn’t help but laugh heartily, and he pulled out a string of hair and held it above the blade. When he let it go, the hair split to two. This is just how acute the sword is: so sharp that it would cut falling hair. If it has the four aforementioned traits, this sword could be considered as legendary. [Priceless, priceless…] “Eagle” murmured.

“Eagle” isn’t a sword lover or collector.

Even if he speaks words of praise, it’s nothing more than just a bandit admiring his spoils.

A person who knows goods well would be able to tell that this sword on the girl’s body is worth more than silver or gold. But he was still a warrior. Famous swords were like beautiful jades since ancient times, and whoever wins it would be admired. “Eagle” decided to keep it. Not because it had anything to do with gold or silver, but rather as a symbol of status. After all, a figure like him, should have a weapon that matches. As the Golden Sand Gang examined Li Sushang’s『Xuanyuan』from left to right, the more gratified he became. [Do you like my sword that much?] [! ! ! ! !] “Eagle” was shocked, and instinctively backed away six feet.

He couldn’t believe the scene in front of his eyes.[\s]

Eight men were lying on the ground, all unconscious.

And the girl that he ordered to be taken to the Dark Dungeon, was blinking at him.[\s]

[em italic]WHAT HAPPENED!?!?[/em]

 …If this is a joke, he would cut the mastermind into pieces, and feed them to a horse. But the girl appeared fearless, stretching her hands: [Hey, you’ve played enough with it, so it’s time to give it back to me now.] 「...Don't be ridiculous!」 “Eagle” was already distraught, but the girl’s dialogue made him even more irritated. He doesn’t like the feeling of being confused about the circumstances, and he wanted to regain control of the situation. [...How did you escape?] [Oh, it was a Raksha who helped me out… Eh, where did he go?] The girl turned her head, her back, and looked around. [※※, damn that Raksha!]

“Eagle” cursed at himself viciously in his mind.[\s]

If you were aware of a『hazard』, then it would be better to get rid of it as soon as possible.

It’s precisely because he was afraid of these hazards, that hazards often cause problems.[\s]

“Eagle” regretted not paying attention to the strange Raksha, but at this moment, regret was no longer helpful.

He stepped back quietly, forming a safe distance for dialogue. This was actually unnecessary, because he was the one holding the sword.[\s]

…But, it wasn’t the girl Eagle was worried about.

 At this moment, the moon shines brightly. The shadows reflected by the throbbing candlelight danced wildly on the bluestone floor, and it was a good time to solve the problem. [What about that Raksha? …Where is he?] [I don’t know.] The girl was telling the truth, she seemed to not know what lies were. [He was behind me, but he suddenly disappeared.] This truly is the worst answer.[\s]In fact, “Eagle” didn’t pay attention to the girl at all. [\s]No matter how good an opponent’s martial arts is, it was impossible for him to lose to such a straightforward kid.

From the beginning to the end, he regarded that Raksha as his biggest threat.

And being unable to grasp that person’s movements made him anxious.

The Raksha may have disappeared faraway, or may be hiding somewhere just waiting for an opportunity— but no matter what it was, a thorn was always in his heart. He wouldn’t feel at ease until he took him out. [Hey, don’t look for him, your opponent right now is me.] The girl retracted her outstretched hand, her palm was over her fist. [I’m gonna take my sword back now~ Eldest Disciple of Wanderer’s House Li Sushang, please enlighten me!] Her words she spoke were inappropriate for the present moment, making a strange pose anyways. Before “Eagle” could react, the girl suddenly appeared in front of him. Quicker than words could tell, he felt pain in his forearm, and the sword dropped from his hand. [You—] He took another palm to the chest. “Eagle” staggered back a few steps, hurriedly adjusting his breath, but his inner organs were scrambling endlessly, and it was difficult to calm down. [...You!]

This palm wasn’t powered by internal force, though it was heavy, since it didn’t hurt the internal organs after all.

But the girl’s light handed agility was something “Eagle” rarely saw.

“Eagle” was shocked, left the Raksha behind in his mind,

and decided to re-evaluate this opponent who was between ten to twenty years old.