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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapteer 279: Extra 19 – Kihano – For Another Encounter (End)

Chapteer 279: Extra 19 – Kihano – For Another Encounter (End)

A tower stood proudly,‍ as if trying‌‍ to pierce the​ sky.

And‌‌ towards that tower,‌⁠ a bolt of​ lightning descended with‍‍‍ fury.

“Huaaaaah!”​​⁠

Crack-boom!‍

With‍⁠ a deafening roar,​‍‌ the top of‍‌​ the windmill began‍⁠ to explode.

Seen‌⁠ from a distance,‍⁠⁠ it looked like‌⁠⁠ a rain of⁠ fireworks scattering into⁠​ countless fragments.

The⁠‌‌ villagers, upon seeing⁠ the countless luminous‌​⁠ particles coloring the​‍‍ hill, began to‍‍ cover their mouths​‍ in astonishment.

“…One⁠ device remains.”

However,‍ the lightning that‍‌ had started in‍​ the sky had⁠ not yet lost‍ its brilliance.

Kihano’s⁠‌‍ left eye, wide‍‌ open, still glowed​ with a white‌⁠ light.

The​​ knight Kihano, who‍ had drawn his​‍‍ sword for the‍⁠ young spirits still‌ suffering, descended down⁠ the golem’s shoulder​‌‍ with the lightning⁠‌‌ he had borrowed‍ from the sky.⁠

Roooooar!‌​‍

The‌⁠ lightning, which had⁠​​ started from the​‌ head, traveled down‌​⁠ the shoulder and⁠​ reached the blades.⁠​‍

Samonte,‌​ realizing where that‌‍‍ current was headed,⁠ quickly manipulated his​⁠ controller, but Kihano’s‍ sharp perception had⁠‌​ already anticipated the​ golem’s movements.

—Kihano!‌⁠ Strike again!

Andrew‌​ issued another warning‌ upon seeing the⁠​​ golem’s fist descending‍⁠‍ from above.

However,‌‍‌ upon what happened⁠‌ next, even he‌‌‌ could only watch‍​​ with his mouth​‌ agape.

“…What​ is that?”

The​‌ golem’s arm was‌​‍ rising towards the‌⁠‍ sky.

As‍ if someone were‌⁠ pulling it with⁠⁠‍ tremendous force.

Everyone​‍ present raised their‌⁠⁠ heads to witness‌​‍ such an absurd‍‌‍ scene.

“Grrr!”‍

Beneath⁠⁠ the golem’s arm,⁠‍ which was slowly⁠​​ lifting, Kihano remained⁠ clinging to his‌ sword, gritting his⁠⁠ teeth.

Crack-crack-boom!⁠​

A sensation as if⁠ an entire mountain‌⁠ were being shifted.​

Kihano’s⁠ sword, clashing against​ the golem’s fist,‍⁠ sparked and emitted‍‌​ a metallic screech,‍⁠ but his wrist‍ did not stop‌ moving, twisting the⁠‌ golem’s strength.

“Huaaaaah!”‌‌

A defensive dueling technique,‌​ deflecting the opponent’s‍ strike with a circular motion.

A technique difficult to​‍ execute even in⁠‌ combat between humans​⁠​ was now being‍⁠ performed against Samonte’s​‍ windmill.

“Kihano…⁠​‌ Frausen. So, in​⁠​ the end…”

Kihano’s⁠‌⁠ body, burning with‍‌⁠ white light, looked‍‍ like a star.‍​

Sarnus,‌‌ understanding the meaning​​​ of this sight,​​‌ began to tremble⁠ visibly, as if‍‍‌ struck by a storm.

“Just​‍​ a little… more…”⁠​‍

Crack!⁠ Crackle!

A sound of breaking​‌ so loud it​ was heard even​⁠‌ from the hill.​

The​​ sound came from⁠​​ the golem’s shoulder​‌ joint, which had⁠‍​ exceeded its limit.⁠​

Unable​ to withstand its⁠​‌ own force, the⁠ golem’s arm twisted‌​⁠ grotesquely, and the​‌ windmill let out‍‍‍ a cry of‍‌‍ agony.

Rooooar!‍⁠

Beyond‌ the arm of‌ the golem, which​​​ Kihano had repelled,‍‍‍ something became visible.‌‌‌

The​​‌ windmill blades, still⁠‌‍ squeezing the young‌⁠​ spirits.

“Now‍⁠‌ I see it.”‍

A picture he had​‌⁠ once imagined, wondering‍​⁠ if he could​‍⁠ ever make it‌⁠ real.

However,​ what he saw‌​⁠ now matched that⁠‌‌ picture exactly.

“….”‍

A beam of light⁠‍ emanated from Kihano⁠​⁠ as he discovered​​ that final moment.⁠⁠‌

It⁠ was a light⁠ similar to that​ of a star‍​‌ borrowed from the⁠ sky by a child.

With​ that light reflected⁠ in his left​⁠⁠ eye, Kihano aimed‌ at the axis‌⁠ of the blades.‌‌

“Huaaaaaah!”‍‍

For⁠ the children who‌ cried because no⁠ one had stepped‌​​ forward.

A starlight thrown for​ them illuminated the‌‌‌ hill of Consuegra‌ as it rushed​⁠​ toward the golem’s​‍‍ chest.

Crash!​

With​‌‌ the sound of‍ something shattering, Samonte’s‍ windmill began to​ harden like a stone statue.

With⁠‍⁠ its left arm​ still extended towards⁠⁠‍ the sky.

From‍ that immobile arm,⁠⁠ lights of many⁠​⁠ colors began to‌​ flow.

“I⁠‌ did it.”

Kihano‌​‍ smiled with satisfaction​ as he gazed⁠ at that light.‌‍

A star that had‌​‍ fulfilled its duty‌​​ and was now​‌‍ falling, while many​ others began to​‌‌ rise towards the⁠⁠‌ sky.

At⁠ the point where​‍‌ they intersected, there​⁠⁠ was a glow​‌‍ never seen before.‌‍‌

***​⁠

“…Is⁠​ that an aurora?”⁠⁠

From​ the top of⁠‍ a hill covered‍​ in rubble, Kihano‌‌ smiled weakly.

Although⁠‌ his body lay‌​⁠ exhausted, he could​⁠ afford to smile‍ thanks to the‍⁠⁠ rippling waves of​⁠ light shining above‌‌​ his head.

“With‌⁠ a view like‍ this, it wasn’t⁠ a bad gamble.”‌

The​ young spirits, freed​‍‌ from human hands,‌‌​ fluttered happily, painting‌ the sky with​ their own colors.‍‍

It​‌‌ was a scene‍‍​ that looked like⁠ an immense silk‍‍‌ mantle covering the‌ heavens. Upon witnessing‌ this sky, visible‍⁠‌ only because he⁠‌ had decided not⁠ to look away,‍⁠‍ Kihano slightly raised​‍⁠ his hand and‌‌‍ waved softly.

“Goodbye.”⁠⁠

A fire-breathing lizard, a shining butterfly, a tiny squid the⁠ size of a fingernail, and a small white snake⁠‌ that stared at⁠‍ him with its​ tiny eyes.

Although‍‍⁠ many of these⁠ small beings still‌‍​ hovered around him,‍​ Kihano, already exhausted,⁠‌​ could no longer‌‍ understand their words.​‌⁠

“Yes,⁠‍ I know. See‍‌‌ you later.”

So‍⁠‍ he could only‌ bid farewell with‌ a promise for⁠⁠​ another time.

He⁠ didn’t know when⁠ it would be,‌‍‌ but if fate⁠​‍ allowed it, they‌⁠‍ would meet again.​​​

As‌‌ if understanding his​ words, the young​⁠​ spirits surrendered one‌​⁠ by one to‍‌‌ the aurora dancing​⁠ in the sky.‍​‍

“…It’s‍​​ beautiful to see‍ it this way.”​

Smiling‍⁠​ as he watched​‍ them depart, Kihano‌‌ admired the sky⁠ he could now​‍⁠ see because he‍ had not turned‍ away.

At⁠ last, the sky⁠‌ he gazed upon⁠‌ was filled with‌‍​ stars, twinkling endlessly⁠ towards him.

***​

At‌⁠‌ some point in‌​‌ the summer, in​​ a small nameless​ village.

Not‍​​ far from Consuegra,⁠‌ the local tavern⁠ buzzed with lively‌​ chatter due to‌​ the circulating rumors.​

“They​‍ say he brought‍‍ down a giant​ golem.”

“A‌‌​ golem controlled by‌⁠ an evil mage!‍ And it wasn’t‌ a dragon, but‍ a human knight!”⁠‍​

“What⁠ was his name‍‌⁠ again? I think​ it was Kihano​​ of La Mancha.”⁠‌

Kihano​ of La Mancha.‍

The⁠‌ knight who defended‌‌ the village of​ Consuegra from the⁠‍‌ wicked golem.

The​ rumors, recounting that‌ grand and spectacular⁠‍ scene, continued to⁠⁠ spread from town⁠⁠ to town, from‌⁠​ city to city,‌‌⁠ further glorifying Kihano’s‌​⁠ name.

“Ah,‌‌ you’ve done something‍​​ huge this time.”⁠​⁠

However,‌ Kihano himself, the⁠ protagonist of the‌ rumor, couldn’t even⁠‌‌ swallow the bread‍ stuffed in his‍⁠ cheeks. With a comical expression, he‍⁠​ tilted his head.​‌​

“What‍ did I tell‌‌ you before you‍‌‍ left?”

“….”‌

“I⁠​​ told you to​‍‍ lay low. To⁠ avoid drawing as⁠ much attention as‌‍ possible.”

It‌ was a village‌‍‌ he had reached​​ after leaving Consuegra.‌

There,‍‌‍ Kihano was enjoying⁠ warm bread after‍⁠​ a long time.​

But‌⁠‌ because of Perez,⁠​⁠ who sat across​ from him, he⁠ couldn’t swallow it​ and only moved‌⁠‍ his eyes from‍ side to side.​

“And​ you’re telling me​ you destroyed a golem? And not‌⁠ just any golem,‍‌⁠ but one funded‌⁠​ by Dragulia!”

“Haaa.​‌ I did it‍​​ because it was‌⁠⁠ necessary….”

“And⁠ on top of‌​ that, you handed‌ the key to​⁠​ the cell to‍⁠ the imprisoned elf?”‍‍

Gulp.‌

In⁠‌ the silent table,‍ someone swallowed nervously.‌​‌

It‍​ wasn’t Kihano, who​​ still had his‍ mouth full of​⁠ bread, but the⁠​‍ young Yan, sitting‍‍‍ beside him. Unlike‌ Kihano, who was‍‍⁠ pretending to be‌​⁠ clueless, Yan trembled‌‍ like a leaf,‌​ unable to hide‍​ his anxiety.

“It’s​ strange. I’m sure‌⁠ I handed it⁠‌⁠ over discreetly.”

“….”⁠​​

Seeing​‌ that Kihano didn’t⁠​​ even attempt to⁠​⁠ make an excuse,‌​‍ Perez’s face began​⁠​ to harden.

Bringing⁠‌ down an out-of-control‍‍ golem could be‍⁠ justified, so it⁠⁠ was a matter​ that could be​ resolved.

However,‍​⁠ releasing an elf⁠ who was under⁠ Sarnus’s custody was‍​​ a far more​​⁠ complicated issue, even⁠‍‌ for someone of​‍‌ the Frausen lineage.‍​

“…Don’t‍ go near the‍‌‌ capital for a while.”

Clink.‍‌

With​‌ those words, Perez⁠⁠‌ placed a rather​ heavy pouch on⁠⁠ the table.

The‌⁠ weight of those⁠‍‍ gold coins seemed‌⁠⁠ to tell him‍‍‍ to leave as⁠ soon as possible⁠⁠ and stay far‍‌‍ away for a long time.

“Leave⁠ as soon as⁠‍‌ you can. Word‍‍‍ is already spreading‌ that Dragulia is⁠‌‍ taking action.”

The‍⁠​ order to leave‍​ sounded cold, but‍‌ the words he⁠‌ added afterward revealed⁠‌​ sincere concern for​​ his brother.

Kihano,⁠ who had now‌‌ humiliated Dragulia twice—a‌‌⁠ family that pursued​ perfection—was beginning to‌ shine brightly with‌ potential.

The⁠​⁠ old reputation of‍⁠​ *”Frausen’s parasite”* was‍​‍ no longer enough​ to protect him.​‍‍

“I​‍ suppose we couldn’t​‍‌ hide it forever.”‍‌​

Young‌ birds must leave‍‌​ the nest at‍⁠⁠ some point, whether⁠‍ by choice or⁠‌‍ by external circumstances.‍⁠

Looking‍ at his brother,⁠ who had taken‍⁠‌ so long to⁠‍‌ spread his wings,​ Perez stood up‌ from his seat.‌‌

“…Brother.”⁠‍

If​​⁠ he left now,‍‍​ they didn’t know‌ when they would⁠ see each other​ again. However, Perez​ showed no hesitation‌ as he exited⁠⁠​ the tavern.

It‍ was a determined​‍​ and firm farewell,​‌​ as if he‌‍⁠ were showing Kihano⁠​ what he also⁠ needed to do.⁠

But​‍‌ for Kihano, who⁠⁠ still wasn’t used​⁠ to goodbyes, all‍ he could do‍ was murmur “brother”​‍​ as he watched‍​ Perez’s back moving‍ away.

***⁠‍

After​⁠‌ winter came spring.⁠‍ And now, summer‍​ was full of‍⁠‌ green leaves.

The⁠⁠‌ knight, the boy,‌​​ and a frog​​ walked amidst that‍‌ season and stopped​​‌ for a moment​‍‌ when they reached⁠​‍ a crossroads.

“Which⁠​​ way do we​ go now?”

The‍⁠ road split into⁠ four directions: east,‌​‍ west, south, and‌⁠ north.

Without‍ a clear destination,​⁠​ Kihano couldn’t help​ but look thoughtful.⁠⁠‍

Luckily,‍ he knew not‍​ to head north,‌‍ where the capital​‍‍ lay, so at​​‌ least that option​ was ruled out.‌‍​

“How‌‌⁠ about heading east?​‍​ I know a wizard there, and​ we might get⁠ information about my⁠ body.”

“I’d⁠​‍ prefer we head⁠‍⁠ south. Lord Perez‌‌‍ said we should​​ be careful about⁠ dragons.”

“….”‌​

Should​‍‍ he go east⁠‌‌ for Andrew, or‌ should he follow‍‍ Perez’s advice and‌ head south?

Both‌​⁠ suggestions had valid‍⁠⁠ reasons, which made⁠⁠‌ choosing difficult.

But‍‍ suddenly, Kihano turned‌ his head upon‌ hearing the trill​‍ of a bird‌ coming from a completely different direction.​

“What’s‍⁠ that?”

Flying‌‍​ above his head,⁠​​ a bird seemed​​ to demand that‍‍​ he make a decision quickly.

It‌‌ was a messenger‍ hawk, but unlike⁠‍ the usual ones,‌‌ it had the⁠‌‌ powerful wings of⁠⁠‌ a falcon, a species only seen‌‍⁠ in the far⁠⁠‌ west.

“…A​‍ drawing?”

The⁠​‌ hawk descended lightly‌ onto his outstretched​‌‍ arm.

In​‌‍ the messaging tube,⁠ which was thicker‍‌ than usual for‌ a bird of‍ its size, there‌‍ wasn’t an ordinary‌‌ letter, but an‌ anonymous illustration.

“What’s‌‍‍ this, Lord Kihano?”​​

“I‌‍ don’t know.”

Kihano‌ scratched his head​‌‌ as the hawk‌‌‌ adjusted its wings.‌​

“But​​ this style feels​⁠‍ familiar.”

After⁠‍​ observing the drawing‌ for a while,‍ Kihano felt it‌ was both strange​‍ and familiar at‍‌ the same time.‌

Every‍ meticulous brushstroke seemed‌‍ like the work​ of a true‍ master.

It‍⁠​ was as if​⁠ the landscape he⁠⁠ was seeing had‍ been captured alive‍‍ on paper. This⁠⁠‍ illustration reminded him‍​ clearly of one‍ he had seen⁠ before.

“Consuegra…”‌‍

The‌ same scene he⁠​​ had seen from⁠ a dark prison,‍​​ but which now‍​ seemed illuminated in​‌ his mind.

Remembering‍⁠ the silver-haired elf‍‌ who had made‌‌ that drawing, Kihano⁠‌​ finally realized who‍‍‍ the author was.‌

“Andrew.”⁠‌​

“Yes?”⁠

“In‍​‍ which direction is‌‌ the city of​​‍ the elves?”

“You​‌ mean Alfheim? It’s‍‍‌ to the west.”​‍‌

A messenger hawk had‌⁠‌ arrived when he⁠ had nowhere left‌‌ to go.

As​‌​ he gazed at​​ the drawing, which‌ had come as‍‌⁠ a sign in⁠⁠ a moment of‍​ uncertainty, Kihano turned​⁠ his head to‌‌ the west.

“Then⁠‍‍ let’s head west.”‌⁠

“To‍​​ the west? Why‍ suddenly to the​​ west?”

Neither‍ east nor south,⁠ which they had‍ been discussing until⁠‍ now.

Andrew​‍​ and Yan looked⁠ at him confused,‌⁠ but Kihano had‌⁠ already made his​ decision and began⁠ walking.

“That’s​⁠ good. Anyway, my⁠ sword is broken,​​ and I wanted‌ to get a new one.”

The​‍‌ fight with the⁠ golem had been​‍ intense, and Kihano’s​‍ sword was now⁠⁠​ chipped and worn.‌⁠‌

It‍⁠⁠ could be considered⁠⁠‌ an honorable scar,‌ but for a knight, his sword‍​ was an essential​‌ companion.

“They​⁠⁠ say dwarves are‍‍‍ excellent blacksmiths. I’ve‍‌ always wanted to​​ have a sword​​‍ made by them.”⁠⁠​

Beyond​‌ the elven forest‌⁠ of Alfheim lay‍ Myrkheim, the home​‌‌ of the dwarves.⁠

And‌ it was said‍ that every sword‍ forged there was‌‍ a true masterpiece.⁠​​

“By⁠⁠‍ the way, Lord‌‌​ Kihano.”

“Hmm?”⁠

“This⁠ drawing is very⁠ strange. Look here.”⁠​

While‌ walking west, Yan​​‍ studied the drawing⁠ closely and showed‌⁠ it to Kihano‍‌ with bright eyes.‌

“At‌‍ first, I thought​‍ it was a night sky, but⁠‌ it’s not.”

Looking⁠ carefully, there were‍ other hidden landscapes‍ in the drawing.​⁠

“If​ you look here,⁠⁠ doesn’t it look​‌ like a city?”​

“Oh,‌‌⁠ you’re right.”

“It’s​‌ small, but it‍⁠ looks like a maze of alleys‍⁠‌ surrounding this star.”⁠⁠

What‍ looked like a night sky was‌​‍ actually a drawing‍‍​ of a dark​‍ city.

In⁠ one corner, there‍ was a small‍​‌ golden star emitting​⁠‍ a faint glow.‌ Kihano couldn’t help​‌ but feel drawn‌‌ to it.

“…It’s​⁠​ an interesting drawing.​‍‌ The star isn’t⁠‍​ drawn in the​⁠ sky, but on‍⁠‌ the ground.”

Although⁠⁠‍ not in the‌‍​ night sky, that‍ small star seemed​⁠ to declare itself⁠ a star nonetheless.​⁠‌

Though‌​ small, it was⁠ the golden star⁠‌ that shone the​​ brightest.

Kihano,​​⁠ feeling pity for‌⁠⁠ it, unconsciously traced⁠​‍ it with his‌ finger.

“What⁠ could this be?”‌⁠

Kihano⁠ didn’t know, but‍ what he was‌⁠ seeing was a scene he would‍ encounter in a distant future.

Though⁠​ the time wasn’t‌​‌ right yet, Kihano⁠ began walking slowly⁠‌ toward that uncertain⁠‍​ destination.

Toward⁠ that star which,‍ though not in‍⁠ the lofty night⁠ sky, knew how​‌‌ to shine on‍​ its own.

For​ that reason, every⁠ step he took‍ was a step‍ toward an encounter.‌

Epilogue⁠‍ of Kihano (End).​⁠⁠

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