At last, Sakonji Urokodaki noticed. Kurozawa removed his mask, and the mark formed by winding, twisted, eerie black patterns was revealed inch by inch in the air.
Nearby, Iguro Obanai had finished his Breathing Technique training and was taking a short rest. Seeing Kurozawa's current appearance, his mouth fell open.
"Senior Disciple, what is this..." After formally becoming a disciple, Iguro Obanai had begun calling Kurozawa Senior Disciple as well. At first, he called him Senior Disciple Danryu, but at Kurozawa's request, he dropped the words Danryu.
"A mark. Pretty cool, right?" Kurozawa smiled without explaining what the mark was.
"Yeah, it looks a little scary at first, but on closer inspection, it really does look quite good." Iguro Obanai nodded, readily going along with Kurozawa.
Kurozawa had saved his life, while all those from his clan had died by Kurozawa's hand. Now Kurozawa had even become his Senior Disciple. His feelings toward Kurozawa were complicated, but ultimately, respect outweighed everything else.
On the other side, beneath the fierce Tengu Mask, Sakonji Urokodaki's brows twitched. They drew tightly together, forming a deep furrow.
"The mark..." His voice was low. Only after several breaths of absent-mindedness did he abruptly come back to himself.
Stepping forward sharply, Sakonji Urokodaki approached Kurozawa and said solemnly, "You actually awakened the mark, but the side effects of the legendary mark..."
Before he could finish, Kurozawa explained, "It's fine. I can feel that the mark puts quite a burden on the body, but that only applies to swordsmen with ordinary physiques. To me, those side effects are practically negligible."
Seeing that Kurozawa's serious expression did not seem to be a joke, Sakonji Urokodaki said doubtfully, "I hope so. It has been nearly four hundred years since a Marked Swordsman last appeared in the history of the