I am a female swordsman.

As she accepted the job change, amidst the fluttering cherry blossoms of ion across the world, the free-spirited silver-haired woman stared intently at Huang Quan with burning eyes, her killing intent palpable!

Chapter Fifty Roll

The concept of inheritance is very subtle.

Perhaps the inheritor had no ill intentions, simply wanting to pass on their martial arts spirit, experience, and divine weapon to future generations. But to leave behind such a legacy requires immense strength and unwavering will; it goes without saying that such a person is truly powerful. In the process of passing on knowledge, whether intentionally or unintentionally, a strong personal imprint is left, and these imprints, along with the experience, are infused into the recipient.

Personal imprints have both advantages and disadvantages.

For example, the underworld.

The previous [Wandering Samurai] possessed an unwavering will that even Yomi couldn't definitively resolve. Without a solution, the mark slowly absorbed Yomi's own experience, growing into something akin to a second personality, and attempting to usurp the original owner's place.

If the willpower of an ordinary person is roughly equivalent to that of coal, then the willpower of Huang Quan is equivalent to that of an alloy, and the willpower of the [Wandering Samurai], which she suppressed deep into her consciousness by virtue of her home advantage, is almost as strong as that of a diamond.

If you kill Huang Quan, she can be reborn.

This is no joke; it is indeed a viable method of rebirth. However, it involves losing many memories, and Huang Quan is currently capable of using this method as well.

She called it: "Reconstruction after Disintegration".

By imbuing one's spirit and will into weapons or blood, setting up several backup plans, and randomly disposing of them in different locations, one then leaves it to fate. With good luck, a weakling might find it and allow the user to be reborn in that body; with bad luck, a powerful figure might find it and crush the original owner's will. In any case, without special channels, this method is truly quite mystical.

"But don't worry too much, I have my own way of solving it." Huang Quan just mysteriously curled the corners of his mouth when it came to his problem, looking like he had a plan in mind.

"I wish you success in your plan, host."

The system wisely refrained from asking further questions.

After all, matters concerning the foundation of one's power are things that even if Huang Quan himself doesn't mind sharing, the system, as the provider, won't inquire. In fact, the system can guess a thing or two. Rather than a brutal solution, given Huang Quan's personality and intelligence, he will probably use the original [Wandering Samurai] mark to hone his sword intent.

After all, he was an unparalleled powerhouse who was nearly awakened twice and whose sword intent sequence had reached the realm of reincarnation!

If nothing unexpected happens...

With the help of this natural whetstone, Huang Quan's sword intent sequence, through the complementary interplay of "Destroying the Edge" and "Concealing the Edge," awakens and regenerates, allowing him to acquire his own unique awakened sword style. The depth and breadth of his accumulated knowledge and experience directly determine the strength and refinement of his awakened sword style; Huang Quan's accumulated knowledge is truly formidable!

He was a third-tier Celestial, blessed by the world's consciousness, and received guidance from Sodross and Liang Yue. He inherited his profession, acquired scientific knowledge and experience, and honed his own will...

Just thinking about those lunatics in the Arad world who awakened their powers through experience, each one capable of destroying the world... Someone like Huang Quan, who has undergone systematic learning and various fortuitous encounters, once awakened, would be far more terrifying than simply destroying the world. Who knows, I might actually witness the spectacular scene of Huang Quan cleaving the giant ball of light in my lifetime!

………………

Since the system didn't ask, Huang Quan naturally wouldn't explain how he solved the problem of the [Wandering Samurai].

In fact, what Yomi has been doing all along, regarding her alternate identity, Mado Yomi, is the key to solving the problem. 【Scattered Cherry Blossom Sword Style】 is, to put it simply, the sword technique of the 【Wandering Samurai】. Yomi has been consciously guiding her developing personality toward the identity of Mado Yomi.

This kind of acting is exactly what the other party wants.

The stronger Mado Yomi's power, the greater the probability of the [Wandering Samurai] being reborn without erasing the mark. Until, he fully reappears in this world as the [Wandering Samurai]!

"How long can you keep me under control?"

A free and unrestrained voice rang in Huang Quan's consciousness. Even if he could not see her but only hear her voice, he could imagine that she was a woman as beautiful as a flower.

"Hmph, just a dead man."

Huang Quan, who was wiping her beloved sword, scoffed inwardly, seemingly disdainful of the other party's occasional attempts to sway her. To shake her will with words alone, without action, was absolutely impossible! As Huang Quan said, she was nothing but a dead man; what was there to fear?!

"Your sword isn't strong enough; I'll break it sooner or later." The woman's voice sounded like a low laugh, revealing a tenacious and cruel sting like a poisonous thorn. "Then I'll break your sword!"

Go back to where you belong!

A deep sense of resentment welled up within him, and his emerging personality was forcibly suppressed by Huang Quan. The resistance he felt before being suppressed disrupted the normal flow of energy within Huang Quan's body. The reversed energy turbulence—including sword energy, internal force, and demonic energy—resulted in a violent reaction that turned Huang Quan's face deathly pale, as if devoid of any color!

After a long while, Huang Quan, who was wiping his beloved sword, slowly exhaled a breath that smelled of rust.

A few striking shades of scarlet could be faintly seen behind her lips.

Even a normal person experiencing a split personality disorder can suffer physical harm, let alone someone like Huang Quan, a self-propelled humanoid aerial bomb.

"Huang Quan, you can't win."

Before being completely suppressed into the depths of her consciousness, the other personality seemed to remember something and spoke meaningfully to Huang Quan. This familiar tone made Huang Quan's heart tremble inexplicably. She immediately and carefully recalled her plan, and only after confirming that there were no omissions did she slowly relax.

"Playing tricks and deception."

What trouble can a dead person stir up? The initiative is always in Huang Quan's hands; she cannot possibly be defeated.

He deftly twirled the single-edged sword in his right hand through the air, creating several beautiful and dazzling cherry blossom-colored sword flowers, instantly filling the room with a warm and intoxicating spring breeze. He then raised the sword, its cold gleam concealed, resting its back on his arm, and hundreds of sharp rays seemed to flash through Huang Quan's crimson eyes!

Those were the remnants of her sword technique deduction!

Embroidering with swords, scattering enemy corpses in a chaotic mass grave!

The single-edged sword, raised high, pierced the air in an instant, making a hissing sound like tearing cloth. Along the piercing motion of the Yellow Springs Single-Edged Sword, a lifelike cherry blossom bloomed from the bright tip of the sword. This gorgeous and elegant scene foreshadowed her mastery of the sword technique of the [Wandering Samurai].

A chaotic burial of flowers!!

The ability to achieve such exquisite skill with a sword, like embroidery on a needle's point, once again highlights the essence of the [Wandering Samurai] swordsmanship: mastering technique to its fullest potential! Unlike the [Sword Master] who pursues speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness to directly annihilate the enemy's resistance, the [Wandering Samurai]'s sword style is more suited to combat!

This is also related to the different development environments of the two.

As for the "Demon Contractor," that's an extreme case of taking a risky approach and cannot be compared normally.

"That move was a bit too much..."

Chapter 51 Unsuitable

Because of his promise to the Shinra Chairman, Sephiroth is determined to become a hero!

"puff!!!"

When Genesis sought advice from his teammates, he was so stunned by their words that he almost spat out his saliva. This reclusive, artistic young man couldn't believe it. "So, even you, Sephiroth with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, betrayed the company? What did Shinra do to you that you're thinking of going to the Hero Association?"

Even the usually resolute and honest Angel couldn't help but put his head to his forehead.

Sephiroth made a communication error, causing a misunderstanding. After some explanation, Genesis and Angeal learned that this aloof, silver-haired boy had a compelling reason to become a hero, and it seemed to have some connection to the Shinra Chairman.

"Don't bother me with such simple things."

Without making a sound, Genesis wiped away the drool he had just spat out, waved the book of poems in his hand, indicating that this was a very simple question and it would be embarrassing to ask someone else about it.

Since their initial conflict, Genesis and Sephiroth's relationship has actually improved, probably because they both acknowledge each other's strength and believe they are worthy of sitting down and exchanging ideas. This incident also dragged Angeal into the conversation.

"You could try contacting the information department."

Angel offered his advice honestly, not harboring any ill will towards Sephiroth. His former close friend Genesis, when in a bad mood, was far more difficult to deal with than Sephiroth was now; at least Sephiroth was aloof and arrogant, while Genesis was volatile and irritable.

“By the way, you can ask this person.” Angel suddenly remembered a guy he had met by chance during a mission. Although the guy had a Shinra background, he was an advisor to the government conglomerate.

She even gave herself a business card at the time.

Because she was a rare type, Angel was quite impressed with her. If I had to describe her, she would be like a piece of warm jade that wasn't particularly attractive.

"Ah."

Sephiroth took the business card Angel pulled out and saw the signature on the cherry blossom-colored card: Mado Yomi.

………………

"You must be Sephiroth? Just like you said on the phone, you're quite conspicuous." I first met Mado Yomi about a week after receiving her business card. This simply dressed, unassuming woman smiled at Sephiroth, who had made an appointment to meet her, polite yet maintaining a distance.

"Hello."

Sephiroth stared at Mado Yomi for a second before standing up, as if trying to confirm something. He felt nothing; he sensed nothing from this woman named Mado Yomi, as if she were just a wisp of air standing in front of him.

He's just being paranoid; it's just a similar name...

"Time is precious, time is precious. So, what brings you here, Mr. Safi?" The smiling woman had no intention of wasting time with pleasantries. After a few polite exchanges, she got straight to the point.

She's one of the councilor's advisors, and recently she's had close ties with the Hero Association; she's a very busy and sought-after figure. How could she possibly be leisurely sitting on the roadside chatting idly with a man? Even if that man is extremely handsome and has an unfathomable background.

Sephiroth was a little unaccustomed to Yomi Mado's directness and efficiency, because he had been reading books on interpersonal communication in order to build good relationships with those who seemed to be his friends.

However, Sephiroth, who was naturally aloof and arrogant, was quite used to this directness. His eyes flickered slightly as he solemnly addressed the woman with black-rimmed glasses.

"I want to be a hero."

"Hmm, and then?" Mado Yomi, who had somehow pulled out a pen and paper, nodded and continued to press for an answer.

Then?

Sephiroth's handsome, cold face showed a hint of confusion; he seemed not to have considered what would happen next. After all, he was still a boy who hadn't experienced much, and the questioning on Sephiroth's still-childish face clearly revealed his bewilderment.

"My goodness, Safi, you haven't even considered how to become a hero, have you?"

Yomi Mado spoke as if she'd encountered some rare species. She seemed amused and exasperated, taking a sip of tea and unconsciously tapping the table with her fingers. Yomi was truly speechless. Sephiroth had clearly been instilled with some common sense, yet he still seemed to lack any concept of life.

"I haven't considered that kind of thing."

Sephiroth answered very seriously. He might be a born warrior, possessing combat talent unmatched by ordinary people. However, when it came to some matters of daily life, Sephiroth was somewhat helpless.

"Alright, I'll ask it another way. Safi, why do you want to become a hero?"

"The promise." It was a promise with that woman.

Thinking of Yomi, the Shinra Council Chairman, Sephiroth couldn't help but gaze again at Mado Yomi, who was writing with her head down. Although he couldn't feel any intimacy from this woman, the shared name always made Sephiroth feel a little uneasy.

“Becoming a hero for others is a good determination, but Safi-kun, you are not suited to be a hero. You lack the qualities of a hero.” Mado Yomi shook her head and pushed up her black-rimmed glasses.

"Ok?"

Sephiroth was naturally displeased to be deemed unsuitable to be a hero so soon after meeting him, especially without any authoritative assessment. What made him unsuitable? Strength? His strength far surpassed that of the pro heroes! Appearance? Judging from the infatuation of many women at Shinra Company, his appearance was definitely not a drawback! Aren't these the two things that make a pro hero?

Yomi Mado's dark red eyes suddenly became extremely imposing. Hidden behind her black-rimmed glasses, her unwavering professionalism and brilliance calmed Sephiroth's slight annoyance.

"Please tell me, what are the qualities of a hero?"

"The qualities of a hero are the qualities of an ordinary person. If Sephiroth wants to become a true hero, these are indispensable. But for a professional hero, they don't seem to be that important. However, I still want to say, give up, Sephiroth, you are not suited to be a hero." Mado Yomi advised again, and her sincere persuasion even made Sephiroth waver a little.

But this slight wavering was immediately extinguished by Sephiroth.

He had never been afraid, not even if it meant going against the world. Was becoming a hero really that difficult? He didn't believe it. Sephiroth's unwavering resolve ultimately left Yomi Mado with a helpless sigh.

"In that case, let me take you to the Hero Association."

Chapter Fifty-Two Test

City A, Hero Association Headquarters.

Because of the incredible advanced technologies and superpowers unimaginable to ordinary people, the materials science of this world has long since collapsed into a horrific mess. And the Hero Association headquarters, with its towering skyscrapers rising from the ground in a short period, is a breathtaking sight that anyone in City A can easily see by simply looking up… a miracle!