Thinking of this, Takaichi Yamada quickly walked into the room. Only then did he realize that his father had changed into a blue kendo uniform, standing at the altar behind the door, with his hands behind his back, looking at the two knives on the table, wondering what he was thinking.

Yamada Takaichi closed the window, and then there was a hint of warmth in the room. He walked to his father. In fact, what he was even more curious about was the two knives his father placed on the table.

As far as I can remember, these two knives were placed on the altar in my father's room. My father would wipe and maintain them carefully from time to time, but during this process, Takaichi Yamada was not allowed to watch, let alone touch them.

Yamada Takaichi has lived for more than 30 years and has never seen what the blade looks like with two swords. Today, seeing his father suddenly standing here in a daze, Yamada Takaichi realized that this might be a good opportunity, an opportunity that allows him to curiosity for more than 30 years.

As for being late to work.

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Well, sorry, Yamada Takaichi started his own business. He has two real estate companies under his own company and is the boss himself. It doesn't exist for him to be late. If this house was not for his father's nostalgia, they would have moved long ago.

In this way, Yamada Takaichi stood there with his father for more than an hour, and his wife also came up, but before she could make a sound, Yamada Takaichi shook his head and sent the child to school.

Yamada Takaichi's patience was surprisingly good. After waiting for nearly an hour, his father finally made a move.

"Longyi, do you think these two knives can be unsheathed?"

When Yamada Takaichi was stunned when he heard his father’s question, what does his father mean? Don’t he often take care of these two knives, so how could he not be unsheathed?

"This...father, if you take care of it regularly......"

“What if I hadn’t taken care of it?”

Yamada Hidesuke said lightly.

Yamada Takaichi was really shocked. He could see that the scabbards and handles of the two swords were very clean and tidy, spotless. Obviously, his father did wipe them often, but his father's words made him a little confused.

Could it be that my father only maintained the hilt and scabbard of the knife, and had not pulled them out for more than thirty years?

Isn't my father like this lazy person?

But then Yamada Takaichi connected what his father had just said with his guesses, and seemed to have some realization in his heart.

"I believe they can still be unsheathed, father."

"Why?"

Yamada Hidesuke did not look back, but there was a hint of trembling in his tone.

"A good knife can withstand the baptism of time. They have their own spirituality, just like a person who has ideals and constantly strives for it. No matter how long it is silent, as long as they want, they can show their strengths at any time."

Yamada Takaichi finished speaking softly, but found that his father raised his hand and slowly placed it on the scabbard of one of the swords, as if he was stroking his lover's cheek, and finally slowly came to the position of the hilt.

"Is that okay?"

Yamada Hidesuke seemed to be talking about the knife, and it seemed to be talking about other things. Yamada Takaichi wanted to say something else, but before he could speak, a sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed.

At this moment, the father and room in front of him disappeared, and only a white light and a cold that could not be described in words were attracted.

But not long after, the fantasy in front of him disappeared, and the familiar room and the familiar altar in front of him were still there, but the father, who should have been more familiar, made Takaichi Yamada feel a sense of fear.

Yamada Hidesuke held the long sword unsheathed in his left hand, pointing at the tip of the knife, and his temperament changed drastically. Originally, Yamada Takashi's father, who was a little decadent and seemed to never wake up, stood there, but he seemed to be a peerless swordsman, standing alone on the edge of the cliff, feeling a sense of loneliness that was hard to meet.

The long sword in his hand was cold and frightening, which made people feel intimidated, as if it was a magic weapon. Even Takaichi Yamada never expected that the sword he had seen for more than thirty years had such a horrifying side.

I just said a few words according to my father's will, but now Yamada Takaichi felt that he seemed to have awakened an amazing guy.

The other party is still his father, and what he awakens is his father's long-silent heart!

"Haha, you kid, really deserve to be my son. If you had known this, you would have taught you what I have learned throughout your life. With your talent, your future achievements will definitely be much better than me, which is a pity."

Yamada Hidesuke smiled helplessly and inserted the knife in his hand back into the scabbard. His original decadence was wiped out, as if he had changed his body.

"Father, you...

Yamada Takashi came to his senses and asked in surprise.

With all the things my father just showed, I'm afraid he's even better than the four sword saints in the country R. However, since he was a child, his father was like an ordinary person and never showed any surprising abilities.

The only thing that surprised Yamada Takaichi was probably that his father never went out to work, but he still allowed himself to live a good life with good food and clothing until he graduated.

"Longyi, I will tell you about your father's past. It takes a lot of time. What I can tell you is that I was a swordsman under a force, and our enemy is the Onmyoji who is now well-known in R Country!"

"What did you say, Father?"

Yamada Takaichi's expression changed drastically:

"Father, are you crazy? How can you say such words? That is the Onmyoji with a respectable status. Their divine power is spread throughout every corner of the R Kingdom. If they hear these words, our whole family will die!"

Obviously, Takaichi Yamada was just an ordinary person. He had never experienced what his father had encountered in his generation, but he knew that Onmyoji's status in R Country was extremely respectful. They were all people with real divine power and were the beliefs of the people of R Country.

But Yamada Hidesuke sneered at this. He knew quite well about Onmyoji. It was not that no one dared to discuss them, but that most of the people who dared to do this have disappeared from this world.

"It's okay, Takaichi, Onmyoji is not as mysterious as you think. They are just a group of people, a group of people who are as alive as you and me. They just have the ability to use demons. Onmyoji who died under your father and me back then were not one hundred or eighty, and there was nothing to be afraid of."

Yamada Hidesuke said lightly.

"What?"

Yamada Takaichi was shocked by what his father said:
Chapter completed!