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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 261: Star-Embracing Swordmaster

Chapter 261: Star-Embracing Swordmaster

Crossing​‌⁠ the avenue that‍‍ runs through the‌​⁠ city, filled with‍​ brilliant lights, Sarnus‌​‍ arrived at a dark alley after‌‍⁠ passing a modest​ blacksmith’s shop where​‍ a star rested.‍​

“…..This‍ place is exactly‍ what I’d expect‌⁠‍ from a cesspool.”‌‌

Ahead​⁠‌ of him stood‍ a four-story building‌ in the shadowy‍‍ alley.

It⁠​ was the “Beacon​ of the Rose,”⁠ a brothel established‍⁠⁠ by the Knight‌​ of Prostitutes and⁠​ the Rose of‌‍ Soara.

A deep sneer lingered​⁠ on Sarnus’s lips⁠ as he saw‌ the imposing structure​‌‍ of the rose,‌​⁠ seemingly waiting for‍​ him with its‌ smile.

“Growing⁠ up in a place like this,​‍ you’ve probably forgotten‌ that you’re a dragon.”

What‍​⁠ might have been‌ a safe and​ welcoming refuge for​ a child was​‍‌ nothing but a miserable brothel to‌ Sarnus.

But‌‍​ blinded by rage,⁠‌​ he failed to‌‌‍ notice the many‍ anguished stares that​ followed his path.⁠‍​

The‌​ fact that countless‌‍⁠ children watched him⁠‌⁠ anxiously as he‍​ walked by.

A child exhausted from⁠ hunger.

A child caught stealing‌‍​ and beaten.

And​​ even the child​⁠ crying relentlessly, unable⁠⁠ to bury his‌ dead mother in‍‍​ the frozen ground.⁠‍

“That‌ destroyed potential. I,‍‌ my son, will‌⁠‌ reclaim it.”

So‌‌​ many tears shed⁠ because he hadn’t⁠ been where he‌​‍ should have been.‍⁠‍

Yet,‌​⁠ as Sarnus entered​‌‌ this place, he⁠‌⁠ still refused to⁠ accept the child’s⁠​⁠ sorrow, seeking only​‍ what he desired.‌

Creeeek-​‌

A dragon of this​⁠ era who only⁠‍​ wants his son,‌‌​ who carries his‍ blood, to become​​ what he wants.‍‍‌

The‌ smile of the⁠‍⁠ rose began to​‍ open its arms‌ toward the dragon.‍

“Vlad…”‌​

“Come⁠‍ forward.”

This⁠ is the smile‍ of the rose,​⁠ and the home​‌​ of the boy.‌

A place that welcomed​‌​ Vlad in place⁠​⁠ of his father,​ who wasn’t there​‍​ when he should‌ have been.

“Let’s​‌ end this now.”‍‌​

The‌ city alleys glowed⁠ brightly in the⁠⁠ night.

With​⁠ Vlad’s eyes raised,⁠‌⁠ the light from‌​ the window began‍⁠ to burn intensely.⁠

“My⁠‍ name is Vlad‌ of Soara.”

Beyond​‍‌ the stairs, Sarnus⁠‍⁠ ascended slowly while⁠ Vlad unsheathed his‍​‌ sword.

Glowing‍‍ like a star‌ even without any‍‌ decoration, it was‍ unmistakably Vlad’s sword.⁠

Behind​‌ Vlad, who had‍​ drawn his sword,‍‍​ numerous candles watched‍‍ him, illuminating his‍ colors.

“Now,​‍ state your name.”​​

“You⁠‌‌ damned fool…”

This​‌ is my deepest‍ world.

Before⁠ you enter, you⁠ must prove your‌‍⁠ existence to me.​‍

“You‌‍ dare face me‍​ without even knowing‌​ the honor of‍ being born of⁠‌⁠ my blood.”

The​​​ final confrontation between‌​‍ dragon and human,‍​ duke and knight,​ father and son.​

At‍ Vlad’s words to⁠​ leave everything else‌⁠‌ behind and speak‌​ only with swords,‍​ the last thread‌‍ of reason that‌​ Sarnus clung to​ snapped.

“You⁠⁠​ dare challenge Sarnus​ Dragulia!”

Graaah!‍

With‍⁠ a thunderous roar,​‍⁠ the ancient dragon‌ charged at Vlad.​‌

An⁠ aura of blood,‍⁠‍ built from the‍​‌ fangs of a dragon.

Sarnus’s​‍ eyes, no longer‍​ human, glared at‌ him.

[This​ is the final​ showdown of this‍ journey, Vlad.]

Both⁠ Vlad and Kihano,‌ who watched those‌​⁠ eyes, knew.

They⁠​ both understood that‍⁠‍ this was the​ last act of⁠‍⁠ their long journey.‍

[Show⁠​ him everything you‍​ have, without regret.]⁠​

Seize‌‌ the initiative with​ brilliance, and end​‍‌ the duel without‌​‍ remorse.

The‍​‌ duel began, with⁠‍ both names exchanged‌​​ under the gaze⁠⁠ of many stars.​​

Boooom!⁠​

“Agh!”​

The‍⁠ roar shook the⁠‍ entire building.

Even​ though it was​​ his own world,⁠ Vlad couldn’t help‌ but be displaced​‍ by the sheer‌ force of the⁠ shockwave.

Vlad,⁠ having taken the‍ full brunt of⁠⁠‍ the sound, was‍ being relentlessly pushed​​ back.

“Try‌‌ saying that again!”⁠⁠

Sarnus⁠​⁠ let out a harsh growl when‍ he saw Vlad‍ stagger from the​ force, but the⁠⁠‍ dialogue of the‍ sword wasn’t dictated‍‌ solely by power.‌

[Counterattack!]⁠

Sarnus’s​​ sword came forward‍‍ again, but it⁠​⁠ was caught in‍‌​ Vlad’s focused gaze.‌‌

Vlad’s⁠​ eyes were sharper‌ than ever.

Clang-!‍

“…!”⁠

Sarnus’s‌‍ sword, struck with⁠⁠ incredible force, recoiled​⁠ in an instant.‌​

A magical technique that‌ alters the balance‍‌​ at a pinpoint⁠ moment.

Vlad’s‌​​ eyes gleamed coldly‌ as he applied‌ this skill, not⁠ just against any‌‌‌ knight, but at‍ the pinnacle of‌‌ the era.

Creak!‌‍

Sarnus‍​‌ struggled to hold‌ onto his sword.‌

But‌⁠ Vlad was no​ longer there; his​ figure had vanished⁠ without a trace.‌

“…Damn​‍ it.”

From​⁠⁠ a point to‍ a line.

Vlad,⁠‍ who had been⁠⁠‍ still, suddenly became⁠ a golden line,‍‍​ slicing the ground‍‌‍ and the wall,⁠​‌ moving in every‍ direction.

Haaah!⁠

His‍ movements were impossible⁠​ to predict, a deadly style of⁠ attack based purely‌⁠‍ on speed.

A motion that could‍​‌ only be performed⁠‍⁠ in one stroke,⁠⁠⁠ for the essence‌⁠‍ of the sword⁠ was rooted in‌ speed.

The‌ sight overlapped with⁠ the image of‍​‌ the Sword Master​​⁠ Sarnus had seen‍‍ long ago.

Crack-!‌‌⁠

“Ugh!”‌​

Unpredictable​‍ movements to gain⁠ the advantage.

Vlad​​‍ faithfully followed the⁠‍ instructions and appeared​‌ like lightning, striking⁠ Sarnus’s side.

“Tch!”‍‌‍

“…Bastard!”‌⁠⁠

But​ the instincts of‍‌ a dragon were‌‌ sharp, and though⁠ he didn’t see⁠ it, he anticipated‍‍​ the attack.

Vlad’s‌ movements, which might⁠⁠‌ have been predictable⁠⁠​ but unseen, were‌‌​ suddenly blocked by‍ the blood-red aura,‍⁠​ reducing them back​⁠​ to mere points.‍‍‌

“How⁠⁠​ dare you deceive‌​ me with Kihano’s‌​⁠ swordsmanship!”

The⁠‌⁠ swordsmanship of Dragulia,⁠ which pursues perfection,⁠ seeks a weight​ that cannot be‍ easily shaken.

And‍‍‍ now, Sarnus’s heavy‍ sword was coming‌ down on Vlad,‍ who had just⁠‍ revealed himself.

“You‍ carry my blood,‍‌‍ and yet you‌ dare!”

With‍‍‌ the weight of‌​ an enormous mountain.‌

Thus,‌ Sarnus’s world, trying‌‍ to crush Vlad,‌ began to loom‌‍ overhead.

Bang!‍​ Bang! Boom!

“Ugh!”‌‌‌

With‍ each sword strike,‍ Vlad’s entire body‌‌ shook violently.

It‍⁠⁠ wasn’t sharp, but‍‍‍ the weight was‌ unbearable.

Watching⁠​ Vlad sway back​​​ and forth with​⁠‍ every swing was​‍ proof of its⁠‍ power.

[You⁠​‍ need to get​ out of there!​ Don’t let him‍‍‌ gain momentum!]

“Grrr!”⁠

Vlad​ knew it, but‍ it was difficult⁠​ to escape from⁠ Sarnus’s siege.

Realizing‌ he was losing​‌ control, Vlad gritted​ his teeth.

“Haaah!”⁠⁠

Sarnus’s​ world continued to​ press down on‌ him.

The​ only way to​‌⁠ avoid being crushed​ by that world‌​ was to push⁠‍⁠ forward.

“Damn⁠‍⁠ it!”

Vlad‍ charged toward the​​‍ immense force that‌⁠⁠ seemed to erase‌​‍ everything with just‍⁠‍ a glance.

It⁠‌ was certainly a reckless action, but‍‌​ it was necessary⁠ to shift the‍⁠⁠ course of the⁠‍ duel with a powerful force.

Crack!⁠​‍

“Ugh!”​‌

The‍⁠‍ dwarven armor was⁠⁠‍ shattered by Sarnus’s‌⁠⁠ sword, which dug‍‌ deep into Vlad’s​‍ shoulder.

The​‍ excruciating pain, which‍‌‍ not even the​‍ armor enchantment learned⁠ from Justia could⁠⁠​ mitigate.

However,‌ the current pain⁠⁠‍ and loss were‌ clearly necessary to⁠ bring Vlad one‌‍ step closer to​⁠​ Sarnus.

“Aaaah!”⁠

The‌⁠ distance was now​​ close enough for‌‌ their eyes to​ meet.

As​⁠⁠ Sarnus glared at‌‍ him like that,‌‍‌ Vlad’s blow exploded⁠⁠‍ within his blue‍⁠ eyes.

Crack!‌

“Aaagh!”⁠‍​

Sarnus’s‌⁠‍ breastplate exploded, and​ the dragon’s bright‌ golden scales flew.‍⁠

It​ was a fragment‌‌ created from a dragon scale that⁠‍ had deeply cracked‍‍​ in Rutiger’s world.⁠

“I⁠‍⁠ am not your​ son!”

Slash!‌

“Nor‍⁠​ a failure!”

Slash!‌​

The‍‌⁠ sharp, glimmering sword​ strikes from Vlad⁠‍ continued to slash‌​‌ at Sarnus.

“I⁠‌ am none of​ the names you’ve⁠‌ given me!”

Each​ step forward was‍ firm, and every​ sword strike was‌ fierce.

The⁠⁠ speed was almost‍ unbelievable, coming from​ someone already wounded.​​

This‍ current attack, which‍⁠ felt like lightning,‌​⁠ had reached a far-off state that‍ could only be⁠⁠ imagined, not achieved​ in reality.

“Ugh!”​​

This‌​ world that Vlad‍⁠‍ created was one⁠ made possible by‌‍ the belief that‌‍ he could do⁠ it.

No‍‍ matter how talented⁠‌ he was, the‍ child born in‍‍ the mud needed‌‌‌ his precious imagination​‍‌ to become a knight.

“Arrgh!”‍

Sarnus,​ who quickly distanced‍ himself from Vlad’s​‍ attack, barely managed​ to reset his‍ stance.

But‍‍ even that brief‌⁠⁠ moment was something​‌ Vlad had chosen​ to grant him.​​

Rumble-!‌

The⁠​‌ ground shook.

No,⁠‍⁠ the world that‍ Vlad had created‍ was trembling.

“You’ve​‍​ killed too many‍⁠ people.”

Vlad’s​ breath came out‌ as white mist,‍‌ not because the​ place was cold,‍‌ but because his⁠‍‌ breath was burning​‌ hot.

“All‍‍ for an ideal‌‍⁠ of perfection you‌ can’t even attain.”‌

His‍ heart was aflame,⁠⁠‌ and all that‍⁠​ anger and conviction⁠‍ was directed at‍⁠⁠ Sarnus.

Vlad’s‍⁠‍ body, fully tense,⁠​ was like a drawn bow, ready‍⁠‌ to release.

“Come​​‌ on! Dare to​‌ face me!”

A swordsmanship that kills‌‌ with a single⁠‌ blow, seizing opportunities⁠ with unpredictable movements.‌‌​

But‌​ now, Vlad was‍‍ trying to slice‍ through Sarnus at‌​ a speed that⁠‌ surpassed even those​⁠ expectations.

[Go‌‍‌ ahead. Walk the‍‍ path you’ve chosen.]‌⁠⁠

This⁠‌​ wasn’t something learned⁠ from another. It‍‍ was a path‍ uniquely his own,​ one that he‍ had mastered.

Vlad‍⁠ was trying to⁠‌​ show Kihano the‌‍‍ way only he​⁠‌ could see.

“…I‍‍ demand just compensation⁠ from you, Sarnus.”‍​⁠

Someday,⁠⁠⁠ I too hope‌‌ to shine like⁠​‌ the stars in‍‍ the sky.

The⁠‍ dream of the‌‍⁠ boy, once as‍ bright as a star, now watched‌ the nightmare of‍ an era that‌⁠ stood in his⁠‌⁠ way.

“Now​ it’s your turn‌⁠⁠ to give up!”​⁠‌

Boom!‍

A powerful wind blew​​ behind Vlad, who⁠ was running like⁠⁠⁠ a flash of⁠​ light.

It‍⁠ was the final‌ gift from the‍​​ rose’s smile for⁠‌‍ the bird leaving‌⁠​ the nest.

“There‍‍ is no place⁠ for dragons in​ my era!”

“Graaargh!”​

A bolt of light,⁠ an electric charge‌⁠‌ spreading—a firm and‍ fierce strike that​⁠⁠ maybe only I could unleash after‌‍‍ ten years.

“I’ve‍‍‌ decided to do⁠‌‌ it this way!”⁠​⁠

“Graahhh!”‍‍

Vlad’s‌‍​ blow, carrying the‌‍‌ pains of the‌‌​ past, the duties⁠ of the present,​⁠ and the possibilities⁠ of the future,⁠​​ began to slowly‍ pierce through the⁠‍ heart of Sarnus.‍⁠​

“Vlad,‍​‍ you bastard!”

“So⁠⁠ die already!”

Against​‌ the perfect fragments‌​‌ that the ancient​​‌ dragon held.

However,‌⁠‌ to destroy those​ fragments, Vlad’s strength​‌ alone was not⁠ enough.

[Don’t‍ stop now!]

“…!!”​⁠

At‍⁠‍ that moment, another‌‍‌ hand appeared, pushing​ on Vlad’s hilt.​⁠

[You’re​‍ almost there!]

A brilliant knight with‌ chestnut hair.

It‍‍ wasn’t the faded‍​‍ Frausen, but the‍⁠ honorable gladiator Kihano,‍‍ who, without Vlad​‌‍ noticing, stood beside‍​‌ him, pushing the‍ sword with him.‌

“Kihano!‌ You damn bastards!”⁠​‍

A blow delivered by​‍​ both the sword​ master of the‍‌‍ previous era and⁠ the sword master​ of the current‌ era.

At‌ the end of‍​⁠ this strike, transcending⁠‍ eras, the dragon’s⁠ desire for perfection‌⁠‍ began to crumble​⁠⁠ bit by bit.‌

[Even⁠​ a single piece,​‌ let alone three,‍⁠ is too much⁠​⁠ to handle.]

Finally,‌ locking eyes with‌‍‌ Kihano, Vlad’s deep​⁠‌ blue eyes began‍‍ to tremble.

It​‌ was like the​‍⁠ feeling of finally⁠‍ meeting the person‍ you’d longed for.‌⁠‌

Crack!​‍ Crack!

A piece of the⁠‍ dragon started to‍​ break apart, slowly,​ along with Sarnus’s​​‍ scream.

But⁠⁠ Vlad was more⁠‌ surprised by the⁠‌ black lightning crawling‍ up his left​‌ arm than by​ the sensation of‌‍ the fragment shattering.⁠

“Kihano?”​​‍

The⁠⁠ mysterious power of‌⁠ the Ruga tribe,​​​ which had severed‍​‍ the most perfect​⁠ dragon.

That⁠ mystery was about‌‌⁠ to be activated‌⁠⁠ again by the‌‌​ Sword Master who‌​‌ appeared in this‍‍‌ era.

[These⁠⁠‍ things are easier‌⁠‌ for someone who⁠ has done it‌ before.]

I don’t want to​ sever your bright​‍ soul just to‌ break these perfect⁠ pieces.

Because‌ the pieces tormenting⁠ you now are‍⁠‍ something our generation‌ couldn’t destroy.

[You’ve‍‌​ done well.]

“Kihano-!”⁠‌⁠

For‍ the unfulfilled duty,⁠⁠ to stop the​‌ tragedy that couldn’t​ be avoided.

The‍⁠ Sword Master who‍​ returned delivered the⁠‌⁠ final strike before‌​⁠ the cry of‍ perfection.

Crack!​

The⁠‍⁠ star shattered.

The⁠ star that had⁠‍⁠ shone with crimson‍ perfection.

“No!”‌‍

The‌‌‍ only star that‌​‌ found me when​‌ I was nothing.‍

Kihano,‍⁠⁠ who called me⁠ a knight, though‌‍‌ I was born‌‍ a dragon.

Now,‍‌‌ with a smile​⁠​ on his face,​‌⁠ he was leaving⁠⁠ me behind.

***‍​

Rumble!​⁠

With‌ a roar, the⁠ sky of reality⁠ began to tear‍‌‌ apart.

Today’s‌​​ sun started to‍ slowly appear behind‍‌ the night sky,‍‌‍ which was gradually‌‍ fading along with⁠​‌ the setting black‍ moon.

A ray of sunlight‍​⁠ broke through under​‍ the night sky,​⁠‌ slowly clearing.

And⁠‍​ the first beam⁠​‌ of light that‌​⁠ filtered through the‌​​ brightening sky fell⁠⁠ on the back​‍‍ of Vlad, who​‍ sat, exhausted.

“…You‌⁠⁠ did well.”

In‍ front of Vlad,‌ Sarnus lay dying,‌​‌ with his heart⁠⁠ pierced.

However,‌ his eyes were‍ no longer the‍‍‌ original blue but​⁠ shone with a clear chestnut color,‍‌⁠ reminiscent of someone​⁠⁠ else.

“Kihano.”​‍

Kihano​‍‌ had taken over​​ the body of⁠⁠ Sarnus, who was‍⁠⁠ already dead.

But‍‍ the pale tone⁠ of his face‍ indicated that there​‍​ was little time⁠‌‍ left.

“I’m‌⁠ proud of you.‍‍ You really did​ well.”

Kihano,‌​​ with the demeanor⁠⁠​ of a father,⁠​ spoke the words​‌‍ that Vlad had‍‌‍ always longed to⁠ hear.

“Finding⁠​ you was a stroke of luck.⁠ You were born‍ a dragon, but‌‌ you walked your‍​ own path, Vlad.”​

And‌ the words that‍​​ came from him‌‍ now were words​‌ that Vlad had​ probably never heard‍​ in his entire‌​ life.

“…What‍‍‍ will I do​⁠​ if everyone leaves?‌⁠ If I’m the⁠ only one left?”​‌​

A boy crying in‍ front of his‌​ father, whom he⁠⁠ was meeting for⁠ the first time‌ in his life.⁠​‍

Kihano‌ smiled peacefully as‍ he looked at‍‌​ the boy.

“Goodbyes​​ are both an⁠ end and a promise.”

The​⁠⁠ color of both‌‌‍ of their hair,‌ under the sunlight,​⁠ was so similar‍‍​ that anyone would⁠⁠‌ have recognized it.‌⁠‌

“So‍ come here and⁠​ see.”

The⁠ light in Kihano’s​ eyes was slowly​ fading.

But‍ with a smile,‍​ he used his⁠ last strength to⁠‍ open his arms​⁠ to Vlad.

“Still,​⁠ I’m glad I could embrace you‍ in the end.”‌

Though‌‌ they had been​‌ in the same​‌‌ world until now,​‍⁠ they hadn’t been⁠ able to share‌‍ each other’s warmth.‍⁠

However,‍ Kihano and Vlad,‍‍​ who could now⁠​ embrace, embraced.

“Thank‍ you, Kihano.”

“…Yes.​‍ This is how‍​‍ we say goodbye.”‍‍

Here⁠​ ends our journey,‍ which began on‍ a winter’s day.‍‌‌

And⁠‍‍ the ending we‌ found is without‌ regret.

The​‌ sun began to​ shine in the⁠ night sky over‌ the two people‌⁠ who embraced each‍ other.

The​‌‍ child who embraced‌ a star.

The⁠ star that embraced⁠‍ the child.

That’s​‍ why both are​ Sword Masters who‌⁠‍ embrace the stars.⁠⁠‌

Their‌‌​ farewell, witnessed by⁠‌‍ the vast night⁠​‌ sky, shone like‌ a star for‌​‍ all to see.​

– End of the​⁠‌ main story of‍ Star-Embracing Swordmaster –

Author’s‍‌ note:

The⁠‍⁠ main story has‌‍⁠ come to an​⁠ end.

After‌ a short break,‍‍ I will return​‍​ with a side‍ story.

To‌‌‍ all of you⁠ who have accompanied⁠ Vlad’s journey from⁠​⁠ winter to spring,⁠‌‍ I sincerely thank‌ you.

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