The Cold Blooded Hunter: Seeker of Peace
81. The return of an old grandfather
I opened my eyes slowly, it had been more than a week since the Icelandic Raid that ended in the Hunter victory ended, and until now, my grandfather had not returned home.
Indeed, from the news aired directly from the United States, more precisely is New Washington which is said to be the center of the strongest Hunter organization in the world, namely StarSam, which is the center of the world's strongest Hunter organization, the entire SS Hunter rank is said to have escaped.
But the victory won has no pay.
According to Tom Cage at a talk, there were over a hundred Hunter rank A downwards who were killed in this Raid, or it was said all Hunter rank A and down had fallen, or were, hunter Rank S and SS rank.
I was a little confused, is the strength of the S rank Hunter and SS rank is indeed that big, until it managed to escape from the Raid? Moreover, his last enemy was a Lord, more precisely a Serpent Lord, who probably had more power than the SS rank Hunter it seemed...
Why would I know? It was because of the memories of the Flame Emperor flowing in my mind, so I also got memories of the Lords and Emperors, even I also knew about the Flame Emperor's last existence.
That fire-covered monster was in China, enjoying something on the side of the road, well, I'm a little confused why is his whereabouts unknown to anyone? Except...
"Come on." I got up and stretched my back, before the sound of knocking on the door rang out.
Honestly, walking from my room to the door takes a lot of time and energy, and of course I am lazy if my relaxing morning is disturbed...
I walked slowly because I was still sleepy, and when I got to the door and was ready to open it, I felt a familiar air behind the door.
"Dad? Grandpa?" I muttered, and I opened the door thinking of those two names.
I opened the door, and an old man with a familiar face in my eyes was standing with both hands on his waist and looking at me sharply.
"Do you know what time it is?!" Asked the old man, and straight away, my eyes immediately widened and looked at him with a surprised look.
"Eh, grandfather, ehehehe.." I scratched my head, "Newly come?"
"Grandfather's been coming since six in the morning, and now it's half-seven! Did I teach you to always get up more than five?!" without me noticing, my grandfather's hand was already on my neck and to be honest, his grip was very strong.
"Eugh..." I can't fight back, what the hell is this grandfather who just came home from a long trip?! Crazy one!
"Just because grandfather isn't home can't keep you relaxed!" my grandfather's hand moved quickly and shook my neck until my head felt almost out of place.
"Bab-neck... Cakes..."
"Hmm? You asked for forgiveness?! A Flame Emperor is not worthy of asking for forgiveness!" I felt my body go up before it was thrown into the courtyard.
I rolled over for a while before I managed to master the movements of my body and instantly took a kneeling position and stopped the movements.
My grandfather dropped his bag and threw his sword at me, and I caught it with both hands.
I stared at my grandfather's Black Flame Sword and saw the inscription on his sword sheath.
"I-This.." I looked at the writing, and it felt familiar in my memory, the writing belonged to someone who had been in my life, "Pater's writing..."
"Joko Taru is a fool that did not die actually in Surabaya, he is still alive and continues his life by working on RedWhite to be his secret protector." My grandfather explained, "He fought bravely in Iceland, but..."
My father was like leaving his message through the scabbard of the Black Flame Sword, and its contents were "Be careful in fighting, Sky. From the stupid Joko Taru to his smart son."
That short message I can understand, because maybe my father already knows about me who chose to become a Hunter, not just any Hunter but a Hunter who has the power of the Flame Emperor in his body.
And the purpose of this message was to ask me to be careful in my journey of life because the power I have can provoke many enemies to come to me.
"But?" I heard my grandfather's explanation, and the explanation sounded there was still a continuation.
"Your father died there, after a long struggle with all the powerful Hunters from all over the world, he finally managed to make the rest of his life meaningful to the world." my grandfather explained with a bow.
I strengthened my grasp on the Black Flame Sword, I stood up and asked in a serious tone, "What should I do?"
"If you really want to avenge the deaths of those closest to you, then practice using the Black Fire Sword."
***
"What about your level?" Asked my grandfather for the first time after he had told me to adjust to the Black Fire Sword, "There's an improvement?"
In my opinion, the Black Fire Sword feels different from the Demon Dragon Sword I used to wear. I can tell it is different from the handle, its length is more than Demonic Dragon Sword, and another one, the color is clearly different.
"The Black Flame Sword feels terrible, yes, if I don't turn on the heater?" ask me while raising the Black Fire Sword up high.
"Status."
[Name: Sky Satria
Level: 24
Age: 7 years
Gender: Male
Occupation: Flame Emperor
Title: True Warrior, 3+
HP: 700/700
STR: 130
INT: 40
VITS: 36
DEX: 35TH
DEF: 34
LUCK: 20
Bonus points: 28
Stamina: 100/130
Passive Skill: (Fire King: Lv. 2) (Violent Fire Man: Lv. 1)
Active skill: (Sprint: Lv. 6) (Fire Sword: Lv. 6) (Blow of Destruction: Lv. 1) (Fire Bird Blood: Lv. 1) (Fire Spray: Lv. 1)(Lv. 25) (Lv. 30) (Lv. 50)
Equip: Shorts (E) Black Fire Sword (SSSR+)]
"And also, is this level of the Black Flame Sword not too high? SSSR and symbol add, is that not excessive?" I lowered the Black Flame Sword after holding it for a few minutes.
"Grandfather hasn't explained about the origin of the sword, has he? Grandpa will explain now.." My grandfather folded his arms, "Jadiii..."
Since my grandfather was going to tell a story and surely the story would be long and pleasant to the point of forgetting time, I stuck the Black Flame Sword onto the ground and sat down next to my grandfather and prepared to listen.
"The Black Flame Sword was forged in Japan, some hundreds of years ago, by a not-so-famous forger and gun maker..."
"The material was carried by the Flame Emperor and was in the form of the arm bones, blood vessels, and the life essence of an Emperor, namely the Thunder Emperor."
I who heard it slightly shuddered, the veins are the material of making the Black Fire Sword? Maddened...
"The forge made a curved sword called Katana by the Japanese people, and was named Kurohi no Ken, or in Indonesian called the Black Fire Sword."
"This old sword has declined from generation to generation, and grandfather got this sword from master grandfather..."
"Who?"
"Hunter rank SS named Alexiano Ardhan.." My grandfather flicked his hand, "Grandfather explain also you don't know, now go on!"
Hmm, rich status Sky there is a mistake, it takes time to fix it... Forgot cuy...