The Legend Of Samurai

27 Ch: Shiroi

Club place....

Akuma and everyone agreed to make a cage for the wolf stealth for his place to stay. And they certainly made a sound to make it a little far from the village.

By this time it was late afternoon and soon it was evening. Because it was seen inside the hut now it was dark, and made the residents light a small fire torch in the corner of the hut.

"What sir, has no intention of sending Kimura home..." Ohori said, seeing that soon it will be late at night. However, he had not seen the boy back.

"I just realized it was Miss," Akuma said as she frowned. "Thank you for telling me."

Ohori nodded back.

"I want to leave for a while" he said as he looked at Yamaguchi and the other residents.

"...You don't have to worry, I'll be right back."

After saying so, Akuma then walked out of the hut. Intended to go to his usual place to train his grandson, because he was sure Kimura would play there.

"Like something strange," he muttered softly, and after that Akuma immediately darted to pick up Kimura.

Akuma melsat with a speed that is difficult to reach by the ordinary eyes of a person. I don't know why his body wants to move fast. He felt this might be related to how he had felt since.

**

Akuma stopped a few meters from the black water river. His body stared at the dead wolf demons lying before him.

"What exactly happened?" he asked himself while narrowing his eyes to look at the dead werewolves.

Which makes her taste bad. And suddenly thought of his grandson. "Hopefully nothing happened that I didn't want to do, son."

Because of the distance from where he stood with the dead wolf demon, separated a few steps he then walked forward to check while carrying a fire torch.

Akuma had to be meticulous in his stride, as blood splashed across various lands. He then arrived before the lifeless body of the wolf demon.

"Uk's...Uck..."

Akuma turned to the source of the voice. His eyes saw that one of the wolf demons was still alive, but his dying body made him unable to move, which only left him sprawled.

"Calm down, I'll save you. However, I first have to look for my grandson," Akuma said with a faint smile.

He wanted to stroke the head from the wolf, but to his death the four-legged animal kept him from stroking as a sign of his happiness.

Akuma again explored his gaze looking back to all sides. From his heart, he did not want to follow the direction of his mind that said this was related to his grandson.

Blood, the dead wolf. It must have made an assumption that he would not have been willing to justify.

"Ah... Nope-no." Akuma shook his head slowly over and over again. Wanting to reject the stigma or assumption that led to her grandchild's current situation.

A second after rejecting his thoughts it was from his most reasonable assumption. His eyes fell on a head wearing a black mask.

"It's a human head, but why wear a mask?" Akuma said while kicking that head. Then open the mask that really shows the face of a human.

Although this time here has been dark, because soon it will be night and will make the light beam no longer enter the camp. However, he remained convinced that it was a human head and his mask was black.

'He can see it because it is aided by the illumination he carries'. Maybe that sentence would be something that someone would see when he was in the dark and with his age was very old.

But it was a total mistake, Akuma can still see with his age now hundreds of years more. It was because he was flowing the Qi of both of his eye retina balls. Although his ability to see clearly, had decreased, and because of that he also brought a fire torch to further help him.

"Because you're too late to realize that. Old Man Bangka."

Obviously Akuma said only to himself as a flood of confused thoughts, but suddenly the voice sounded without giving permission though. And he knows who has the voice given by telepathy.

Although at this time the katana was not brought, but telepathically he could still chat. Or from any distance.

"What do you mean, Shiroi. Don't confuse me, "Akuma replies by telepathic means.

Shiroi is the name of the spirit of the all-white katana sword, laying he can do both because they have been tied to each other.

"It seems your strength has greatly decreased. You can't even realize that fight."

"I admit that your words are not wrong, but it amazes me that you mention the fight. What fight do you mean?" said Akuma who still uses telepathy with a questioning tone.

"It's obvious, right. That I said a fight. And the fight involves your granddaughter..."

"What! My granddaughter? Continue how it happened to him. Is he hurt?" akuma asked a little emotionally.

"You really aren't as good as you used to be, Akuma. The boy was seriously injured, but his life still survived, as luckily Kuro helped him....

"I'm not going to tell you where the kid is now. I need you to find it yourself!"

"Thank you for telling me, Shiroi." Akuma said as his feet quickly stepped up, looking for the whereabouts of his grandson. He would use all of his Qi to channel it into all of his senses.

"You don't have to be too hasty."

The words from Shiroi stopped Akuma's steps. "Just tell me what you mean by the direction you say."

"I just want to say, so you can immediately lower half your power to the boy."

Akuma confirmed that. "I thought about that first from you. Take it easy, as soon as I can train her to be just the way you both want her to be."

There was no reply from Shiroi, who only had a few seconds of silence.

"Hm!" akuma grunts with the spirit's behavior. However, he would not forbid her from behaving like that to him.

It all started because of his own actions. The ambition to rule this world by using the heirloom katana sword as its bridge to achieve its ambitions. And then make Shiroi, the spirit of the katana does not like it until now.

Akuma then rushed to find his grandson's whereabouts.

**

Little did he feel the aura of his grandson's katana sword. About tens of meters from where he now stood, his head was looking up at various tall trees that were now leafless leaving only the trunk, as if burned.

He then lowered his head looking towards a sudden before his eyes was an empty land. Akuma knew in the area before that there were various small trees that grew a lot, but now only leaves the trunks that look destroyed with charred ash burned out.

In the middle of the area there is a small valley that is about 5 meters in diameter. Akuma knew where his grandson was now.

He then walked towards the small valley, wanting to see the state of his granddaughter. And immediately want to take him away from here and treat him.

"Grandfather unexpectedly, your injuries are very severe," the tone from Akuma's words, contained sadness.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa can't take care of you." said Akuma as he lifted Kimura and carried her. Then get the hell out of here.