"Xiao, what do we do now? Are we really going to take this wild boar straight back?" Calumon patted the Night Dawn Sword, already imagining Zheng Fan flying into a rage.
Although the Night Dawn Sword could not make sounds directly, communicating with Calumon was no problem. Rather than conversing through mental power, it expressed its intentions through subtle vibrations. Even so, only Calumon could understand what the Night Dawn Sword meant from the different frequencies.
"You mean we should find that human named Yagyu? But I'm a little worried. Yagyu is just an ordinary human. Xiao, don't do anything rash!" While Calumon was still agonizing over the decision, the Night Dawn Sword had already shot off, whipping up a gale that nearly blew him away.
In modern society, most people worked something like nine to five-from nine in the morning until five in the evening. But that was only the general rule. At any rate, it had been barely four in the morning when Calumon and the Night Dawn Sword finished their hunt. Even after all their discussions and wrong turns, it was only five when Calumon found Yagyu, who practically stamped his feet in fury. But when he saw the Night Dawn Sword casually tear through the specialty materials he had purchased at great expense, Yagyu knew he no longer had any rights whatsoever.
"Please, little master, it's only five thirty. Everyone's still asleep. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Yagyu knelt before Calumon and pleaded pitifully.
"No. If we wait any longer, Zheng Fan will wake up, and then we'll get scolded. And getting scolded will make us sad." Calumon's babyish voice did little to make the threat convincing, but the Night Dawn Sword obligingly carved a trench into the floor, leaving Yagyu too frightened to utter