Ryōken returned home.
This mission had taken more than ten days, yet his room was still spotless. Someone must have come by every day to clean it.
As for who, naturally, it could only have been that little girl Hiwa.
After not seeing her for so long, he really felt a little unaccustomed to it.
Looking at everything in the room, Ryōken smiled faintly, a trace of warmth appearing in his eyes.
But there was no rush for that.
Strength was the most urgent matter at hand. Without strength, everything was an illusion. Leaving everything else aside, he would not even be able to get past Tsuki Uchiha.
After a battle, it was naturally time to sort through the spoils.
Fortunately, before using Heavenly Lightning Slash, Ryōken had deliberately picked a tougher spot. As a result, he had still earned a chance at a Superior Lottery.
Sitting on the bed,
Ryōken opened the system panel, and a familiar blue panel immediately appeared before him.
One valiant legendary hero after another appeared in succession, each carrying a different aura—steady, wise, fierce, or brutal.
Ryōken merely showed a faint trace of emotion before calmly watching on, his gaze utterly still.
At last, the image froze.
It settled on an uninhibited swordsman, the user of Wind Style Swordsmanship—Wind Swordsman Yasuo.
Wild winds swirled around him, as though he were an emissary of the wind, wielding terrifyingly violent wind elements as he rode the wind between heaven and earth.
His movements were light and agile, yet a casual strike contained unimaginable force. He wielded the suffocating Wind Style Swordsmanship.
Even if the world stood against him, he would bring evil to justice and restore his own honor.
Yasuo's voice rang through Ryōken's mind, lingering for a long time like his unyielding will.
"Death is