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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The⁠ lights were shining​ in the dark​ night.

It⁠​‍ was a back⁠‍ alley of the‌​​ city that shines​​ brightly at night.‌⁠⁠

One​ side of the‌‍‍ road that runs​⁠ through the city⁠​‍ was asleep, while‍⁠​ on the other‌ side was quietly​‍ raising its head.​​​

This‍ was the life​‌ of two worlds⁠‌‌ that cannot mix.‌

And‍ it was only​‍⁠ now that people‌‍ hidden by the‌⁠​ brilliant lights of‌ the city could‌‍​ reveal themselves.

An​⁠ alley full of​ merchants’ hustling and⁠‌ bustling drinkers.

Amidst⁠‌ the bustling crowd,⁠ there was a blond-haired boy standing‌ alone.

“Looks⁠ impressive.”

The⁠‌‌ place where the‌​‌ boy stood was‍⁠⁠ in front of​‌ a blacksmith’s shop,​ and there hung​‌ an exquisite sword.​⁠‍

A slender, shining sword​ that showed off​‍ its elegance for​​‍ all to see.‌⁠

It‌‍ was the only‍​‍ thing in the‍‌ dirty alley that‍ emitted light on⁠‍ its own.

And‍​‌ the light that​‌ started from the​ sword entered boy’s‌⁠ heart through the​ eyes and was‌ enough to illuminate⁠​‌ something in the‌ boy’s soul.

“…”‍⁠​

The‍‍​ boy’s feet were‌⁠ sinking into the‌​⁠ mud of the‍⁠ road having stood⁠⁠‍ in one place‌​‍ for a long⁠​​ time, but the‍‍ boy didn’t care.​

“You’re​‍​ lost in thought,⁠ again.”

Someone⁠ approached the boy⁠‍‌ who was endlessly‌‌⁠ gazing at the⁠ sword.

“Vlad,​⁠ Do you know‍‍ you’ve been acting⁠‍​ a bit crazy⁠ lately? That’s why​​‍ the rumors about‍‍‍ you have been⁠​ going around.”

She‍ was wearing worn-out‍ clothes, but the‍‌ girl with rich⁠ red hair was​‍ a colorful personality‌⁠​ that didn’t quite​‍ fit in with‌ the filthy surroundings‌ of the alley.‍⁠

The‍⁠ boy looked at‌ the girl who⁠ had approached him⁠‌⁠ with vacant eyes.​⁠⁠

“So​ what? There’s nothing​ to do today⁠‌‍ anyway.”

“Why‍​​ do you say​ there’s nothing to​‍ do? Are you​ just going to‍‌ do what Madame‍ and Jorge tell⁠‌ you to do?”⁠​​

The⁠‍‌ red-haired girl raised‌ both of her‍‌‌ palms and brought⁠‌⁠ them in front‍⁠⁠ of the boy.⁠⁠‌

“See​‌ this? Because of⁠⁠ doing the dishes,⁠ I had to​‌​ immerse my hands⁠​ in water for‌⁠​ so long that‌ it looks like⁠‍ I might get​‌ eczema. Is eczema‌ something a person‌ whose beauty is‌⁠ their fortune should​ have?”

“Why​‍‌ are you pointing⁠‌ them at me?⁠‍ You’re being a nuisance.”

The​​ boy, called Vlad,‌​ frowned and pushed⁠⁠​ away the girl’s‌ outstretched palms.

“It’s‍​⁠ one of the​ few moments of‌⁠ rest in my‍⁠⁠ noisy day. Don’t‌ bother me.”

“Hmm~.”‌​‌

The‍ boy’s response could​ be considered somewhat‌‌​ dismissive, but the​ red-haired girl didn’t⁠ seem to mind.‌‌ After all, it‌ wouldn’t be easy‍⁠ to survive with​‌​ even minor bruises‌​‍ in the rough⁠‌ alley.

Instead,⁠‍ she glanced at‍​ Vlad’s complexion and‍ whispered cautiously into​⁠ his ear while​ pretending to be‌⁠‌ concerned.

“…So,‍⁠​ you still hear‌ voices when you‌‍ hold something like‌ a stick?”

“…”​⁠

The‍‍ girl furrowed her​​‌ brow seeing his‌​ nonverbal affirmation.

“I‌⁠​ wonder what sin‌​‍ you committed in‌ a past life​ to be struck​ by lightning out​⁠​ of the blue‍​ and end up‌ like this.”

The⁠⁠ rumors had been‌‌ circling even in‍​​ the always bustling‍​⁠ back alleys of‌‌ the city.

And⁠ lately, the rumors​‍‍ circulating here were​​ about the blond​ boy who had​‍​ been struck by‌ lightning out of​ the blue.

“Besides,⁠⁠ even if you‍​ were going to​​ get struck by‍ lightning, why did‍⁠‌ it have to⁠​‌ be black lightning‌​‌ of all things?”⁠⁠​

“If​⁠ you’re going to⁠ be a bother,⁠‌ just leave.”

“…”⁠

Despite‌‌ the boy’s indifferent‌ rejection, a sense‍‌⁠ of disappointment welled‌ up within the⁠ girl, but she⁠‌ remained silent and‍ kept her mouth‍ shut.

“I⁠ have to endure.”‌

Because‌ she understood that​ living in rough⁠‌ and harsh places‍‌ required getting your‍​ mind together.

“But,⁠​‍ Vlad, don’t you​ think it’s time​‌ to go back‍⁠⁠ now?”

Because‍ now was not‌​ the right time.‌⁠

“Stop⁠ loitering around here‌⁠​ for no reason‍‌ and stay in‍‌‌ the shop for‍‌⁠ a while. You​ know the Bishop‌⁠​ is sensitive to‌‍ such things.”

“Sensitive‌‌ to what?”

The‌‌⁠ girl smiled brightly‍‍ when the boy‍​‌ finally looked at​‍ her instead of⁠ the sword.

“Omens.”​

The‌ girl approached Vlad’s‍‍⁠ ear and whispered​ softly as if⁠‍⁠ she were wary​‍ of someone overhearing.⁠‍‌

The​ girl’s breath against‍​ his ear was⁠ ticklish.

“He⁠ used to work‍​⁠ as a Heresy⁠ Inquisitor, so if⁠​ you show him‍⁠​ anything suspicious, they‌‌‍ might just burn​‌‍ you at the​‌ stake.”

“Hey,‌ you!”

Vlad​‌ pushed the girl‌ away and quickly⁠‌ picked his ears‍‍ with his fingers.‍‌⁠

“Did‍‍‍ you spit in⁠⁠ my ear?”

“I​ can’t believe it,​ really.”

The‍‍ girl raised her​​ hand to her‍​ waist in disbelief​ as Vlad pushed⁠⁠ her away as​ if he were​‌‍ dirtying himself .

“Everyone’s‌ muttering behind your​⁠ back, and here​ you are, standing⁠⁠‍ around like you’ve⁠‌ lost your mind⁠‍‍ for no reason.⁠​⁠ What are you⁠ thinking, standing here⁠⁠​ like this? You​⁠‌ might end up⁠‍‌ dragged to the​⁠‌ church or something.”‍

“…”‌‌

Vlad‌ didn’t respond this⁠‍ time.

There‍ wasn’t a single⁠​‌ thing wrong with‌‍ what the girl‍​ was saying.

And‌‌ he knew she⁠⁠ was saying it‌⁠‍ out of concern⁠‌ for him.

“Still,⁠ I just look‍ a little longer…”⁠​

“It’s​‍ really frustrating. Just​ buy it on​‌‌ credit! How expensive​ could it be?”​‌

The​‍ girl expressed her​ annoyance while Vlad​ still grumbled.

“It‍‍ is something from‍⁠ the back-alley blacksmith.‍ How much is​⁠ it?”

“…That’s‍⁠ 5 gold.”

“…Wow,⁠ look a little​ longer.”

The‌‌⁠ red-haired girl unconsciously​‌​ opened her mouth⁠ in surprise after‍​‌ hearing the amount​‍⁠ that came out‍‍⁠ of the boy’s⁠⁠ mouth.

“…With‍ that, you can​‌⁠ eat and enjoy⁠ yourself for a whole year without‍ doing anything.”

She‍‍ might not have​ the great insight‍​​ to recognize the‍​ value of the‌⁠ sword before her,‌‍ but at least‍‌ she knew the⁠​​ worth of 5 gold.

5 gold.

It‌​‌ is not like​‌‌ they couldn’t earn⁠​⁠ it by working‌‌⁠ all their life,‍​‌ but this dark‍ alley wouldn’t allow⁠ anyone to accumulate‌‍‌ that much money.‍‍⁠

No‍⁠ matter how hard‌ you saved, someone⁠⁠ would steal or⁠‌ take it from⁠‌ you.

That​‍‌ was the way‌⁠ of life for​​‌ those who survived⁠‌​ here.

“With‌ that money, you⁠⁠‌ could…”

As⁠‌ the boy and‌ girl were momentarily​⁠‍ entranced by the‍⁠ light emitted by‌⁠ the sword.

“What‌‌ are you idiots‌ doing, blocking the⁠‌ front of someone‌⁠‌ else’s shop and​‌ causing a scene?”​⁠⁠

The‌‌‍ owner of the‍ blacksmith shop rushed‌⁠ out and shouted‍‌ sharply.

“These​‍‌ aren’t things for‍ the likes of⁠ you back-alley rats‍⁠ to covet!”

The‌ old blacksmith’s voice‍‍​ grated like metal‌ and chased away‍​ the young onlookers.‌​​

Having‍⁠‌ gazed into the​‍ flames for so​​ long, his eyes⁠ always seemed to‌ squint, even when​ he was calm.‌

“What’s‍⁠‍ the point of​​‌ doing business in‌‍‌ the back alleys‌⁠‍ if you are​⁠ not selling it‍⁠‍ to other back​ alley rats, old‍ man?”

The‌⁠‍ girl with her‍‍ curly red hair⁠ shouted in an​‍​ angry voice as⁠ if she was‍ dumbfounded.

“Even‍‍⁠ if the two‌​ of us combined‌ haven’t been here​⁠ as long as⁠‌⁠ you! Calling ‘back‍⁠‌ alley rats’ suits‌‌ you even better!”​​⁠

“You…‍​‌ you little bitch,​ have you no‌‍​ manners!”

The⁠‌‍ old blacksmith recognized​‍‌ the girl who‌‍ was talking back​ and spat on⁠‍ the ground.

“You‌‍‍ go back to‌​ your shop and​‌⁠ do the dishes!‌⁠ You immature little‍‌ kid!”

“Immature‌​ little kid? You’re‍‍​ calling a grown‌⁠‌ lady that!”

The‍ girl, petite and‍‍ brimming with self-esteem,‌⁠​ directed her discontent‌ not only at⁠⁠‍ the boy but​⁠‍ also at the⁠‍ old blacksmith.

“But‍‍ I’m going to⁠​‍ debut next year!‍‌‌ If I charge⁠‌‌ my maiden’s price,⁠ that sword would‍‌ only be worth​‍⁠ a single glass​​ of beer!”

The​⁠ girl fondled her⁠⁠​ pride, her red​ hair, and smiled​​‍ provocatively at the⁠⁠⁠ old blacksmith.

It⁠⁠ wasn’t a real⁠‌⁠ smile meant to‌⁠ seduce anyone, but‌‌‍ rather an effort-filled‌‌⁠ smirk.

“Maybe‌​ I should buy‍⁠‍ it and use​ it to cut⁠​ sausages.”

“You…⁠⁠⁠ you crazy bitch.”​‍

The​⁠⁠ old blacksmith, who‌ had put so‍ much effort into​​ crafting his sword,‌⁠ trembled at the‍‍ thought of it‌‍⁠ being used to​‌⁠ cut sausages.

“This!⁠‍‍ I won’t sell​‌​ it to back‍‌‍ alley bastards!”

“Why⁠⁠ hang it in‌​‌ the back alley‍‍‍ if you won’t​ sell it to⁠ back alley folks!‌‍​ This old man⁠​ lost his mind!”‍​‌

“Seriously,‌‍ why are you​‍ guys like this?”‌‍‍

The⁠‌ boy’s expression contorted‍​ as the calmest‌‍ time of day​⁠‌ turned into chaos.⁠‍

“That’s​⁠ enough, let’s go,‍⁠​ Zemina. The old⁠ man, we are‌‍ leaving.”

“Take‍ that immature kid‍​‍ with you and​ get out of​‍‍ here!”

“Why​‌ don’t you just‌‍ make what you‍ usually make instead‍⁠​ of making swords‌ for knights and​ causing this commotion?‍‌‌ It’s almost time‍​ for you to​ die!”

“You…‌‌ you!”

Vlad​ realized they wouldn’t​‍​ budge, so he⁠‌ quickly grabbed the⁠ back of the‌​‌ neck of grinning‍​ Zemina and pulled​ her to the​‌ end of the‍ alley.

“It’s⁠‌ because my time‌‌​ is almost over,⁠ you bitch!”

The‌ old man was⁠ trembling because of⁠‌​ rising blood pressure‌⁠⁠ and his anger‌​ still hadn’t calmed‌​ even if the‌​‍ red-haired girl disappeared.​‌

“You‌ rotten bitch… she’s‍​ so full of‍​ venom perhaps she​​ hasn’t starved to​ death yet…”

The⁠ old man remembered‍‍ the young street⁠‍‌ children who had‍⁠ wandered around with‍‍⁠ a single blanket​ on a cold‍​​ winter day.

The⁠‍‌ three kids who‍‍ shared the warmth‌‌ of one blanket‍ were able to‍ survive because they⁠‌​ ate the poison‌‌⁠ of the dirty‍​⁠ back alley instead‌ of receiving someone’s‌ sympathy.

“How‍​‌ much food did‍⁠‍ I give you‍​ back then, you‌ damn bitch…”

Even​⁠ after the girl​⁠⁠ had disappeared from​ the alley, the​‌‍ old man spat‌⁠​ again as if​⁠ suddenly reminded.

It​​ was because he‍ saw something pitiable.⁠​

“You​ idiot. Why don’t‍ you just think​‍ about eating and⁠ surviving….”

He‌ saw a footprint‌‍ deeply imprinted in‍ the mud.

This‌‍​ footprint showed that‌‍ the boy had⁠ been standing here⁠‍​ for a long​​‍ time and was‍‍ enough to awaken‍ different emotions in⁠⁠‌ the old blacksmith,‌ aside from his‍ anger towards the‌ girl.

Although​​ he spoke that⁠ way, the old‍​ blacksmith, with a sigh meant for‍​‍ someone else, began‍​ carefully polishing what​​ could be considered‍​​ his final masterpiece.‍

The‌ old blacksmith let‌ out a sigh​ for someone else’s⁠‍‍ sake as he⁠⁠‍ lowered his head‌​ and returned to‍ his shop.

“Damn⁠⁠​ it… These youngsters‍ bother an old​⁠‌ man too much.”‌‍

The‍ old blacksmith stretched‍‍‌ out his trembling⁠ hands and began‍​ to lower the‌⁠ sword that had⁠‌​ been hanging. Then,‌⁠​ he applied some‍​ oil with the⁠​‍ worn cloth.

“······You​ fool. It’s hard‌⁠​ to have dreams​⁠⁠ in a place‍‌ like this.”

Despite‌‌ what he said,‌ the old blacksmith⁠ began to meticulously⁠ polish the sword,‌ which could be⁠⁠​ said to be‌⁠ his last great‌ craftsmanship.

“I⁠ know it well.”‍​⁠

The​⁠‍ wrinkles around the​​​ old blacksmith’s eyes⁠‌ twitched as he⁠ started to carefully‍‍‍ polish his sword.⁠

The‍‍‍ young blacksmith, who‌ once had dreams,‌​ had been crushed⁠⁠⁠ by reality and‌‌‌ trapped in this‍‍ place.

His‌ black hair had⁠‌​ turned white. Those​​ born in this⁠‍ back alley never‌ escaped from here‌‍⁠ throughout their lives.​‌

The​​⁠ old blacksmith, the‌‌ young boy standing‌ here, and even‌‍ his last masterpiece.‌

However,⁠ the old blacksmith‍⁠‌ still dreamed.

“I​‌ can’t let my‍​ final masterpiece rot⁠​‌ away in a place like this.”⁠⁠⁠

The‌​ old man picked⁠⁠ up the sword,‌ and a brilliant​‌ light shone from‍​ the tip.

“That’s​‍‍ why I’ll only‍​ sell this to⁠⁠​ someone who can‌‌ get out of‍⁠ this place.”

The‍​‍ old blacksmith once​⁠ again hung his⁠ sword high in‌⁠⁠ the dark alley⁠⁠ filled with filth​ and poison.

He‍​ hung a single‍‍ shining star in​‍‍ the dark back⁠​ alley that looked‌⁠‌ like the night‌‍⁠ sky.

The⁠⁠⁠ sword polished by​​‌ the old man’s‍⁠​ unfulfilled dreams shone‍ brilliantly.

Although‍⁠‍ his feet were‌​‍ still in the‌‍‍ mud, the boy‍​‌ who gazed at⁠​ the old man’s‍‍ sword had eyes‌ that resembled stars.⁠‍

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