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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 10

Chapter 10

“Put‌‍ that down. It’s​​‌ already over.”

“Yes,‌‍ as long as​‍‍ the old man⁠ keeps his mouth‌‌ shut.”

Her⁠​‌ hands were as⁠⁠⁠ small as a child’s, but the​‍ eagerness they held‍ was real.

“Ugh…‌​​ huh.”

She‌ was trying to‍​ look threatening, but⁠​‌ Zemina’s hands were​ shaking because of‍ fear and not‌ knowing what to​​⁠ do.

The​ old man saw​​ a boy who‍‌⁠ was very nervous​ about the approaching​‍⁠ threat and a girl who was‌ crying and didn’t‍​ know what to‍⁠⁠ do.

Young​⁠⁠ children who had‌ been abandoned by​​‍ the world stood​​ in front of‍‌ him. They both​⁠⁠ looked pitiful.

“I​‍‍ am really going‌‍⁠ to stab you.‌‌ Hiccup.”

“I‍ get it, so⁠‍⁠ be quiet. It’s​ okay now.”

The⁠​‍ old man gazed‌‍‌ silently into the‍‍‌ eyes of the​ crying girl with‌ insight only age⁠ could provide.

Tears‌ welled up in⁠​‌ her eyes because⁠​‌ of fear, but⁠‌⁠ determination glimmered in‍‍‌ her pupils.

“…Alright.”​‌⁠

This​​‍ child could indeed‍​ stab him for⁠‍ the boy standing‌ beside her.

“What’s⁠ going on? Speak‌⁠ up.”

The​‍‌ old blacksmith asked⁠‌⁠ quietly as the⁠​ voices of the⁠⁠ men in the⁠‌​ background faded.

However,‍ the words didn’t⁠ come out easily‌‍ from the boy’s‍‌​ mouth. He seemed‌‌⁠ to have difficulty⁠‍ saying those with‍ his own mouth.‌‌‌

“We​ lost.”

That’s‍ all he said,‌ but the old​‍ blacksmith understood.

He‍ had been living⁠‌​ in the back‍‌ alleys for a long time, after​ all.

“Jorge‌ is dead.”

“…He‌‍ was a good⁠ boss.”

“Hiccup!‍‌⁠ Sob!”

Thick‌​‌ tears began to‌ flow from Zemina’s⁠‌​ eyes as Jorge’s⁠​‍ name was mentioned.​‌

“I⁠​ understand the situation.‌​ So, put down​ that piece of‍⁠ metal for now.”​⁠

“Hiccup!⁠ No!”

However,​ even though her​​ emotions were crumbling,‍ Zemina knew exactly‍‍ what she needed⁠​ to do.

“Give⁠‍⁠ me the sword!”‍‍

“What?”⁠‍

She‌ has to send‌⁠ Vlad out of‌​‍ the city.

“Give​ me that sword​‌ hanging there! Even‍‌ if Vlad gets​ out of the‍‍ city safely, he⁠ might still be‍ killed by monsters!”⁠​​

“No,‌‌​ but this girl…”‌‌⁠

She‍‌⁠ was mumbling, but​⁠‌ Zemina’s words were⁠​ not wrong.

Even‌‌⁠ if Vlad escaped‍​ One-Armed Jack’s eyes​ and escaped Shoara,⁠ it was now⁠ dark dawn and⁠‍‌ a cold winter‍‍ day.

It‍‍​ was a very‍‍⁠ harsh time to⁠ move to the‍ next village without‌ proper preparation.

“This​ isn’t a joke!​‍​ If Vlad dies,‍ I’ll die too!‍‍⁠ So give it​ to me!”

The‌ piece of metal⁠‌⁠ in the girl’s​​⁠ hand reached up⁠⁠‌ to the old‌ man’s chin.

“You,​‍ you bitch!”

Though‍ it was held⁠​‍ in her childish⁠‌ hand, the blade‌ was still sharp.⁠‌

The‍‌‌ uncontrollable emotions were⁠ swirling in the⁠ girl’s tear-filled eyes.​

“Are​ you crazy?”

“Bring‍⁠​ out the sword!”‍⁠

The​‌‍ old blacksmith felt‌‌‌ a deep bitterness‌‍‌ as he faced‍‌ Zemina’s threats to‌ hand over the​‍ sword.

‘Fine…’‍​​

This​ was the nature⁠‍ of people living​⁠ in the back⁠ alleys. The nature⁠‌‍ of those who​⁠ had to take‌⁠ from others to‍ survive.

He‌⁠​ himself had been​​⁠ that way, and‌​ the time has​ come for the​⁠​ kids before him​‍ to be like⁠​​ that too.

Just​ like he did.‌‍⁠

“Zemina!​ Put it down!”‍​​

They‍⁠ heard Vlad’s muffled⁠‍​ cry, but Zemina’s​‍‍ hand continued to⁠‌⁠ shake dangerously.

The⁠⁠ girl had made⁠ up her mind​ to swing the⁠⁠⁠ piece of metal​‍ in her hands.‌

She‍​ was prepared to‍‍ do anything to⁠​ save the boy.‍

“Zemina!”⁠‌

The​​ blade gleamed when​​ Vlad shouted.

“…”‌‍⁠

The‍‌‌ old blacksmith closed‍ his eyes, expecting‌ something sharp to⁠ dig into his⁠‌ throat.

“I’ll⁠ repay you.”

However,⁠ the blade the​‌​ girl was holding‍ wasn’t aimed at‌ the old blacksmith.⁠⁠⁠

“This⁠ might not be‌‌ enough, but I promise I’ll repay⁠‍​ you later. I swear!”

The‍⁠‍ old man opened‌ his eyes, and​​ froze upon seeing‍‍ what was sprawled‍‌‍ out before him.⁠

A mass of curly‍ red hairs filled‍⁠⁠ his vision. The‌ red hairs were⁠‌‍ the pride and‍⁠​ joy of Zemina.​​

“You⁠‌⁠ little bitch…”

“Please,⁠ just give it‍‍⁠ to me. Please.”‌

The⁠‌ girl had given⁠​ up her most​⁠‍ precious possession for‌​⁠ the sake of‍‌‍ what was most‌ important to her.‍

The‍ girl’s eyes, filled⁠​‍ with eagerness, were‍ not yet tainted‌‌‌ by the back‌​​ alleys.

The‌⁠ teary eyes of​⁠‍ the girl were‍ looking at a different place from‌⁠ where he had​​ been in those‌⁠⁠ days.

“Ha.”‌

The⁠ old man’s eyes⁠‌ stinging from the‍⁠​ dazzling flames in‍‌ front of him,‌ so he turned​ his head to​⁠‍ look at the​ boy.

“Are‌ you going to​ leave?”

“Yes.”‌‍

The‍‌ kids before him‍⁠​ were doing things‌ he had dreamed‍ of his whole‌​⁠ life but never‌‌⁠ accomplished.

They​‍⁠ are accomplishing all‌ this with the‍⁠‌ wings that had‌⁠ not yet fully⁠⁠ matured.

“You⁠ kids bother me⁠ so much.”

The‍ old man was​ an adult. And⁠⁠ there were things⁠⁠​ adults had to‌‌ do for children‍‌ even without getting⁠‌ anything in return,‌⁠‌ especially for children​‌ with potential.

“Come​⁠ with me.”

The‍⁠‌ old man decided‌ to raise his‍ head and look​ at the stars,‌‍‍ just for today.​​

It⁠​​ was something he​​‍ had wanted to⁠ do his whole‍ life but had‍ never done.

※※※※⁠​

Late⁠ at night.

The‌ back alley seemed‍ quiet on the‌​‌ surface, but it‌‍⁠ was filled with⁠⁠ hungry gazes.

There,‍‌‍ the old blacksmith‍​‌ and a short​​ boy were pushing‌ a cart.

“It’s‌​‍ so heavy.”

“Quit​⁠‌ complaining and push.”​

The​‌ creaking sound of‍​ the cart filled‌‍ the dead silent⁠‌ back alley. The​‍‍ place they were​​ heading to was‌⁠​ one of the‍​ outskirts of Shoara.‍⁠​

The⁠ overflowing garbage of⁠ the city was‌‌ dumped there, and​​‌ a place where‍⁠ only those at‍​ the bottom of‍ the back alley‍ lived.

That’s‍ why it was​ a place that⁠‍ people didn’t easily‌ seek out.

“I⁠‌‌ never get used‍​ to this no⁠ matter how many‌ times I come​‌ here.”

The⁠ stench reached their‍‌⁠ noses even in‌ the dead of​ winter.

‘If‌​​ they are blocking‍​​ off even this‍ place…’

This⁠​ was the last⁠ stop.

One-Armed​ Jack’s henchmen had‍‍​ already infiltrated various​‍​ parts of the​‍​ back alleys.

It‍‍‍ wasn’t clear whether​‍ it was to⁠⁠‍ capture any surviving⁠ members of Jorge’s​⁠ organization or to⁠​ find the unknown​ assassin, but One-Armed​​‌ Jack wanted to‌ keep a tight‍⁠‍ grip on anything‍⁠ trying to escape‌ his sight.

So‌‌ the old blacksmith‍ and Zemina had‍ been pushed to⁠ come this far.‍

“Old​ man.”

However,‌​‌ contrary to their​​ hopes, Jack’s henchmen⁠ had already taken‍ positions in this‍ place.

“What?”⁠⁠

“Why‍ did you come‌‍‌ here in the‌⁠ middle of the⁠⁠ night?”

“Can’t⁠‍‌ you see?”

“…To‍ dump garbage?”

“Then‌ what does this‍​​ look like? Have‌​ you eyesight already⁠‍ gone bad at‌ such a young⁠ age? You bastards.”‍⁠​

The​ old man tried⁠​ to stand his​‌ ground against the‍ hyenas, who were‍ clearly agitated.

“But⁠‌ why dump it⁠‍ now?”

They‍‌‌ were treating the​⁠⁠ old blacksmith with‌ respect because he⁠ had been in⁠‍‍ the back alleys‌‌ for a long​ time, but Jack’s⁠‍‍ henchmen had something⁠⁠​ they needed to​ find right now.‍

“Well,‍‍ I have no‌‍‌ choice but to‌ dump it at‍​ this time. You‍ guys have been⁠ blocking the alley⁠⁠​ all this time,​ fighting and causing‍‌ trouble. The forge‌‌ is going to⁠‍⁠ explode with all‌‌ the stuff I couldn’t dump!”

“…Who’s​ this guy?”

One‍ of Jack’s henchmen​ pointed to the‌‍ boy standing next​‍ to the old⁠​ man. They had‍​⁠ heard that the⁠ old blacksmith always​‌ worked alone.

“I‍‍⁠ am getting old‌ and weak, so‌‌‌ I asked him⁠‍ to help in​‍ exchange for some‌ bread. Or you‌ guys can push​‍ the cart instead!”⁠​⁠

“Wait.”‍

It⁠ was a plausible‌‌‌ explanation, but they‌​ needed to confirm⁠​⁠ it at this‌‍⁠ moment.

“Don’t‍ move.”

The​ boy, who had​⁠​ been pushing the‌‌ cart, began to‌⁠⁠ panic as he‌⁠ saw the man‌​⁠ approaching.

“Stay‌‍‌ still. Today is​ a day when⁠⁠‍ swords may come‍⁠⁠ out instead of⁠‌ fists.”

“…”⁠⁠

In⁠‌​ the end, the⁠‌ hooded figure was⁠​ grabbed by the‌ ruthless hand and‍⁠‍ lifted up.

“What’s⁠‌⁠ with you? It’s​⁠ fucking hard to‍ believe. Seriously.”

“…..​⁠‌ Pass.”

It​⁠ was the red-haired​‌‌ boy.

Judging‍‌​ by the dirt​⁠ smeared on his‌‍ face, it seemed‍‍ he had been‌⁠⁠ working quite vigorously⁠‌​ at the blacksmith.‌‌‌

“What​​ are you guys​ looking for?”

“The⁠ blonde kid of⁠ Jorge. He’s the‍​ only one missing.‍​ And… tsk.”

The⁠​ inspecting man bit⁠ his tongue and‌‌⁠ stopped talking.

“And‌​‌ what! If you’re‌⁠ not going to‌‍ tell me, can‌⁠ I leave now?”‍⁠​

“Just​‌ one more thing.”⁠

The‍ man turned his⁠‌ head and gave‌⁠‌ an order to‌ someone.

“Hey,‌‌ black guy. Check⁠ this cart.”

At‌​ the man’s words,⁠⁠‍ the three who⁠‌ had been holding‌‌ their breaths swallowed‌ hard.

“Don’t⁠‌ let the dirt⁠‌​ fly here, do‍​​ it somewhere else.”‍‌

“Yes.”‌

Zemina⁠​ looked at the​ man approaching the⁠‍ cart with trembling⁠‍ eyes.

He⁠⁠ was a huge‍⁠​ man in shabby⁠​ clothes. His skin‌‍ was black.

“Go​ to that guy.”‌‌

“You‌⁠⁠ son of a…”‍​​

The​ old man grumbled‌⁠ with a trembling​ voice as he‌​ began pushing the‍ cart.

Although⁠ he pretended to‍⁠‌ be composed on⁠‍ the outside, sweat‌ was already soaking‌ his back.

‘Should​‌‍ we have gone⁠ somewhere else?’

However,⁠‍​ it was too​ late for regrets.⁠ There was nowhere⁠ else to go⁠​ besides this place.⁠

They‌ came here with⁠ their last hope,⁠‌ but One-Armed Jack​⁠ had his eyes‍​ set on the​‌ dirtiest parts of‌ the city.

“You’ve‍‌​ brought quite a lot.”

“There⁠ was a lot‌​ piled up over‌​ time.”

The‌​⁠ old man replied‍​ with a weary⁠ voice to the⁠‍ dark-skinned man.

“Let’s⁠ check it… shall​​ we?”

At⁠ that moment, Zemina’s‌⁠ eyes met the‍⁠‌ dark-skinned man who⁠​​ was trying to‍⁠‌ lift the cart.​

“…”‍⁠

“…..!”​

Zemina​‍‍ quickly lowered her⁠‍⁠ head, but she⁠⁠​ wondered if he⁠⁠‌ recognized her. Because​ Zemina knew the​​ man in front‍⁠​ of her.

“It’s‌ quite dusty, perhaps‌⁠‍ because it’s garbage‍‌⁠ from the blacksmith.‍ We should move​‍ it further ahead.”​​‌

The⁠‍‌ dark-skinned man muttered‌‌⁠ to himself as​⁠ he pushed the​​​ cart forward.

The‌‌‌ two quietly followed⁠⁠⁠ behind him.

“But⁠ why did you​‌ cut your hair?”⁠⁠‍

“…”⁠⁠​

As⁠⁠ they moved away‌ from the people​‍ around them, the​ man spoke to​⁠ Zemina in an‌‌‌ indifferent voice.

“W-what‌‍ are you talking‍ about?”

Zemina⁠‌ managed to reply⁠ with a trembling​ voice, but she‍​⁠ bit her lips​⁠ in panic at‌‌ the thought that‌‍⁠ the man might‍‍ have recognized her.⁠‍​

“…”‍

At‌‍ the same time,⁠ the pile of​‌ garbage inside the‌​ cart started to​ shift subtly, creating‌‍⁠ a small opening‌ where a sharp​ blade could emerge.​⁠

“You​ looked like a boy after cutting‍‌⁠ your hair. Maybe​⁠ it’s because you‌⁠ are flat from‌‍ front and back.”⁠‍

The⁠⁠ dark-skinned man was‍​ talking to Zemina,⁠‌ but his eyes‍‍‌ were fixed on​ someone inside the​⁠‍ pile of garbage.‍

“Nobody⁠ will recognize you‍ as long as⁠ you keep doing​​ that.”

The⁠ cart that the‍ old man had‌‍ brought was steadily​ moving away from‍ Jack’s henchmen, perhaps‌‍ because the man​⁠ was pushing it.‍‍

“I‍ guess this far‍ will be enough.”⁠⁠‍

As​ they walked away‍​ from the men⁠ who were checking⁠ them, the dark-skinned‌‍ man took out‌‌​ a skewer.

It‌‍​ was an unremarkable‌ and rusty skewer,‌‍ but to Zemina,⁠ it looked sharper‍‌ than any sword.‍‌

“This​⁠​ is my job.”‌

Slish-‍

And‌​ he mercilessly began‍‍‍ stabbing the garbage⁠ pile inside the⁠‌​ cart.

The‍​‌ man started poking​ the garbage pile‍ all around with‍‍ his skewer, and‍‌​ Zemina couldn’t bear​ to watch and​‌‌ closed her eyes‌​ as if finding‌ it too difficult‍​ to look at.⁠

“Rumor‍ has it that‍‍​ Harveon had sailed⁠​ a boat on​‌‍ the river.”

“…”​‍⁠

He​ cleverly avoided spaces‍‌‍ where a person⁠ could be hiding.‍‍

“All‍‍‌ of Jack’s men‌‍​ have flocked there​ now. They said‍ there must be⁠‌‍ a reason why‍ that cripple asshole‍ put the boat‌‌ on the river.”‍

“What⁠‍‍ are you talking‌‌‍ about?”

Although‍⁠⁠ Zemina pretended not‌‌ to know and‍​⁠ continued acting ignorant​‍ to the end,⁠ Vlad, who was⁠ hidden inside the‍⁠‌ cart, could hear​ and understand what‍⁠ the dark-skinned man​ was saying.

“Just‍ know it for‌​⁠ now. Alright, you⁠‍ can pass.”

“…‌⁠‍ thank you, Otar.”‌⁠

A small voice came​‌ from inside the​‌ cart, but Otar,‌‌ the man addressed‍⁠​ as such, didn’t‍‍​ seem to hear⁠‌⁠ and only turned⁠​‍ his head.

“Go.”‍⁠⁠

As⁠ soon as the‍​​ words “You can‍ pass” were spoken,‌⁠ the old man‌⁠ and the red-haired‍⁠⁠ girl quickly clung‍ to the cart​‌‍ and began pushing⁠ it.

“My‌ brother’s 40 silver‌‌ debt has been‌‌ paid off with‍ this.”

The‍ black-skined man said‌⁠ as the cart⁠‌ passed by.

The⁠⁠‌ price of a life can only⁠⁠ be paid with‌ one’s life. The⁠‍‌ cart began to​ move again after⁠​​ his last words.‌

Creak!⁠​

They‌ started to move‌​⁠ towards the hole⁠​‍ in the city’s⁠‌ wall, the one⁠⁠ that led outside.⁠

The‌‍ sadness welled up‍‌ in the girl’s‍ eyes as they⁠⁠ approached the hole.​‌

Now⁠ it was time‌‌ to say goodbye.​‌

“Farewell,‍​‌ Vlad.”

The‌‍‍ old man and‌ a girl pushed⁠ the cart toward‍‌ the mountain of‍​‍ trash and the‌‌ hole lay beneath‌⁠​ it.

“You⁠‌ need to stay‌​ healthy.”

Zemina‌‌⁠ choked back tears‍‌ but thought of‍ the boy’s well-being⁠‌​ until the very‌‌​ end.

Whoosh-‍‍​

As‍​‌ the cart was‍ lifted all the​ way up, tears‌‌‍ fell from the​​⁠ girl’s eyes.

“Do‌⁠‍ you have to‍​‌ come see me?”‌​

The⁠⁠‌ trash was falling‌ outside the city​​ under the moon‍ in the night⁠⁠ sky with the​‌ tears of the⁠‌​ red-haired girl.

These⁠ tears were shabby‌ things that no​ one in the‍⁠‍ city cared about.‌​⁠

Everyone⁠‍​ holds onto what‍‌ shines dearly, even⁠ without realizing it.‌

“Ha…”⁠

The⁠ boy stood on⁠‍ the pile of‍⁠‍ garbage outside the⁠‌‌ city’s wall and⁠‍‌ looked up at⁠‍ the night sky.‌

His‍‌ vision was blurry‌⁠ from tears, but‌ the sparkling stars​​‍ in the night‌​‌ sky were still⁠​​ there.

But‌⁠ tonight, only one​⁠ star was shining‍​ on the ground.⁠‍‌

The​ star that the‍ boy was holding⁠‍ tightly was made‍​⁠ from the old⁠‍‌ man’s dream and‍‌ bought with the⁠‌ girl’s tears.

“I’ll⁠⁠ definitely come back.”‌

Even⁠‍‍ if you aren’t⁠ up in the‍ high night sky,⁠‌ even if you’re‌ stuck in a back alley where​ no one can‌⁠ see you, if‍‌ you want to⁠‍ shine on your‌​⁠ own and still⁠‌ have light in‍‍ your heart, then​ you can become⁠ a star. Just⁠ like what’s shining​‌⁠ in the boy’s‌ heart.

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