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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 36: Honorable Duel (4)

Chapter 36: Honorable Duel (4)

“Hey,‌‌ junior, don’t stare‌‌ at them too‍ much,” Burleigh told⁠‌ Vlad, his voice​‍ as weak as​‌‌ ever.

“Those​ people over there‌ get offended when⁠⁠ we look at‌ them.”

“…”​‍⁠

The⁠​ boy knew it⁠ too.

That⁠ Burleigh’s words were​‍‍ true.

“It’s⁠⁠‌ just a road,‌ but we don’t⁠‌ deserve it.”

“Deserve​⁠ what?”

Leaning⁠​​ against the wall,‌⁠‌ carving a piece⁠​ of wood with​‌ his dagger, Burleigh‌‌‍ lifted a lip‍‍ and smiled.

It⁠ was a laugh​ that contained a small amount of‌⁠‍ anger and an⁠​ uncontrollable sense of⁠ pity.

“It’s‍‌ never enough, anything.”​⁠‍

“We‍ don’t have enough​​⁠ of anything.”

Burleigh‍‌‍ chuckled at Vlad’s​​‍ response.

“Well,​ you’re trivial, unqualified;​ you’ve been like​⁠​ this since birth,​​ and you know⁠​ it.”

“…”⁠​​

The​‌ boy didn’t ask⁠‍ this time.

He‌‍ just turned his‍‍ head to look‍​ at the gleaming​‌​ buildings on the‍⁠‍ other side of‍ the street.

There,​‌‌ there were sparks​‍ and laughter.

And​ those were things⁠ not allowed for‌​ those in the‍‍ streets.

The‍ boy was always⁠ hungry for it.‍⁠⁠

***​

When‍​⁠ Vlad tilted his⁠​ head in a greeting, he heard⁠ something reaching his‍​ ears.

“…​ You’re not qualified.”‌‍‌

Pablo,‌ the knight from⁠ Arnstein.

A knight known for⁠ his shield skills,⁠‌‍ threw his shield.⁠

“You’re​ not worthy to​​‌ hear my name.”‍

“…”⁠⁠

Pablo‍⁠⁠ declared, tossing his‍⁠ shield.

I’ll​ do my best.⁠⁠

“This​ is not an​ honorable duel, from​⁠ the moment you,‌ unworthy bastard, stepped⁠‍‌ forward.”

A battle between squires‌‌‌ and knights.

It’s‌ something others would​ mock.

And​ he was the‌⁠ one involved in‌‍ the absurdity.

“You​ can ignore what⁠​‌ the priest said.​​​ Fight him with‌ everything you have.‌‌‌ You can try⁠ to kill him.”‍​‍

Joseph⁠⁠​ trampled on Pablo’s‌‌‌ honor to save‌‍‍ Alicia’s and his‌‌‍ own chances.

And‌ it was Vlad​ who had to​ bear the brunt⁠ of his anger.⁠​‌

“…”⁠⁠

Vlad​⁠ looked up silently,⁠⁠​ a chill in​​ the air that‍ even a priest​‍ wouldn’t dare to‍‍ sanction.

And⁠ he asked.

“What‌‍⁠ am I lacking?”‌​‍

“…What?”⁠⁠‌

Pablo​ was momentarily surprised‍‌ by Vlad’s confident​ attitude.

Far⁠​‍ from being intimidated​‍ by this battle⁠ between knights and‍‌ squires, the boy’s​​ blue eyes were‌‌ ablaze.

A man holding something⁠‌ honorable, noble, and⁠‍‍ bright in his‍‍ hands.

I want to ask⁠‍​ him.

“What‍⁠​ makes me different​⁠​ from you?”

Why​ is it that‌‌‌ all the good,⁠​ beautiful, and bright‌⁠ things are always‍​⁠ hoarded for bastards‌ like you.

I hate it.

“Now,‍‌⁠ both of you,‌​‌ return to your​​ places and…”

Despite⁠​ the priest’s restraint,​‌‍ the two remained⁠‌ locked in eye​​ contact, not moving‍‍ an inch.

A dialogue through the​‌​ eyes.

For⁠‍‌ that to be‌‍​ possible, they would⁠‌ have to have‌‍⁠ at least the‌⁠ same zeal, but⁠ the boy was​​‍ getting there.

He​⁠ might come from⁠​‌ a place without‍​⁠ means, but he​‍ wasn’t going to‍‍ end up with​‌ nothing.

“You‍⁠ said it yourself‍⁠‌ first, you can‌ do anything.”

“…Bayezid‌​ has degraded.”

This⁠ guy is crazy.‍

He’s⁠⁠⁠ an arrogant who‍⁠‌ doesn’t know who⁠‌​ he is and⁠‍ doesn’t know who‍⁠⁠ he’s talking to.‌​​

“I’ll⁠ cut it off‌ at the root.”​‌

If⁠ he ever grows,‍‍ he’ll only harm⁠ the honor of⁠‌​ the knights.

So​ it’s better to‌‌ trample on him⁠⁠⁠ here.

“Please…⁠‍⁠ go back to​‍⁠ your respective places.‌⁠ Please.”

The​‌ two walked to⁠ the end of⁠​ the battlefield, responding‌‌‌ to the plea‌​‍ from the priest,​ who was having‍ a very difficult‌‌ day and had⁠ unwittingly uttered a plea.

“A⁠ faithful lad.”

“He’s‍‌‌ got the basics.”⁠⁠

There​⁠‍ he was, holding‌ his sword and‌​ muttering quietly, and​ they thought Vlad‌​​ was praying.

This​‌ was a good​ enough situation to‌⁠ seek God’s favor.⁠​

But,‍⁠ as always, the​​​ boy didn’t address⁠​ God.

[If‍ your goal is⁠​‌ to endure, I can’t help you;‍‍⁠ if you rely​⁠ on me, you’ll‌⁠⁠ collapse in ten‍‌​ seconds, let alone​ ten minutes.]

‘…’‍‍

Vlad⁠⁠ had a secret‌ weapon: his inner​‌‌ voice, but right⁠ now he couldn’t​ use it.

[After‍‌​ ten minutes, you‍‌ must abstain, not⁠​ force yourself. Because​⁠ last time you‌⁠‌ had to risk‌ your life, but‌ not this time.]⁠

“I’m‌​ not asking for​‍⁠ help anyway.”

[If…]‍⁠

The‌‍ help of the​​⁠ voice was wonderful,‍‍ but it wasn’t⁠ his.

Vlad​‌ knew that to⁠‌⁠ shine fully, he​‍ had to have‍‌‍ something that was​ his alone.

“Can‍ I do it?”​

[Only⁠‌ time will tell.]‍⁠⁠

Vlad⁠ was nervous, but​ so was his​‌ voice.

The‍‌ boy promised a lot, but he​‍ didn’t have time​⁠ to refine it.‍

He​‌ trained as best⁠⁠ he could, but​​⁠ he had no‍⁠ experience.

And⁠‍‍ now, before the‌⁠ boy matured, he​⁠‍ had to face‌⁠​ a knight.

“Are​​ you ready, Vlad⁠⁠‍ de Soara?”

He‌ was a true‍ knight, one who⁠‌ knew how to‍‌⁠ handle the aura.⁠⁠‍

“That…”⁠

The‌⁠‍ time to drag‌‌ him into a ready position had⁠ ended.

All‌‌⁠ that was left‌ was the clash⁠⁠ of swords.

“Yes.”‍‌

Satisfied‍‌ that both sides⁠ were ready, the⁠⁠ priest stepped back⁠ and raised his⁠ hands.

“This​ day, under the‌⁠‌ sun, is granted‍​ by the gods!”‍‍⁠

People‍‍ looked at the​​​ duel field with⁠​​ excitement when the​ signal was given​‍‌ for the duel‍‌ to begin.

“…”⁠​

Suddenly,​ there was no⁠ trace of the​⁠​ boy standing where‌‌‌ he should have⁠ been.

A duelist swordsman, specializing⁠​ in close combat.‌

It​ suited the boy’s‍ temperament, always liking‌‍‍ to take the​ initiative.

“Hmph!”​

A linear sweeping motion.‌

An⁠‍ assertive movement that​ says you won’t⁠​‌ let anything stand‌‌​ in your way.⁠⁠

Therefore,⁠ there was no⁠⁠‍ hesitation in Vlad’s​‍‌ sword as it⁠‍ struck like lightning.​‍‍

There‌⁠‍ was only intention.⁠‍

Bum!‌‌

The‍​⁠ boy took the‌⁠ initiative as planned.⁠

Whether‌‍⁠ given or taken,⁠⁠ Vlad’s intention succeeded.​‌

“!”‍‍

It⁠​ was a swift‌‍ thrust that would⁠⁠⁠ have gone unnoticed​‍ by a normal‍⁠ person, but Pablo‌‍‌ effortlessly stopped Vlad’s​⁠‍ sword.

‘Always‌⁠ think about the‌‌‌ next move. Unless‌​‌ you want to‍ attack once and‌ die.’

“!”‌​

The⁠ attack was blocked,​⁠ but Vlad didn’t⁠‌ lose momentum.

As‌‍‌ if he had⁠ been waiting for⁠ it, just as‍‌​ he had learned​​ from Jager, a succession of attacks‌ began to fall⁠‍ on Pablo.

The‌‌ constant clash of⁠‍ swords echoed in‌‍​ the hall at​ precise intervals.

It‍⁠ was the signal‍⁠⁠ that the duel⁠‌ was progressing, following‌⁠ the current of‍ the boy leading​ the attack.

“!”‍

Although‍ it was Pablo⁠‌ who had yielded‌‌‌ the initiative, there‍‍ was no panic⁠ on his face.‍​⁠

He‍​ observed calmly.

Naturally.‍‍‍

It‍ was just a glance, but Pablo‌ believed he glimpsed‍​ why Joseph had‌ sent this brat⁠ as his opponent.​​

[Aim​ for the left,​‌ where the shield‌​ was raised, because‌​ convention is something⁠‍‍ terrible.]

“Hmph!”‌

Vlad⁠‌ nodded, following the‍‍ voice’s advice and​​ striking at Pablo’s⁠ weakness.

It⁠ was an attack‍⁠​ that could have‌‍‍ been easily blocked,​ but Pablo could​‍ feel something sparking‌​ on Vlad’s sword.​‌​

The‍‍​ boy’s sword was‍ like a voracious​ wolf.

Like​⁠​ a wolf that⁠‍⁠ has smelled blood,‍‍ it relentlessly gnawed⁠ at his weakness.​​

Hunger.​​

And‍‌ an innate cruelty.​

It​ was hidden in‌ the boy’s sword.⁠

“I⁠ should probably stop‍​ now.”

Pablo‍ had yielded the‌⁠‌ initiative with his⁠⁠​ sudden attack, but‍‌ he knew he‍ had to stop‌‌ now.

The⁠⁠ boy’s momentum was‍⁠​ intense.

“What‍​‌ the hell…!”

“That‍⁠ kid doesn’t even‌‍​ tire!”

Vlad’s‌‍‌ swift and abrupt‍‌ movements had the‌ same inherent extravagance⁠​​ as the boy’s‌‍ blond hair.

And‍‌ people were mesmerized.​⁠​

Vlad‍‌​ was carried away​ by the boy’s​ momentum.

Bang!‍ KANG! Ka-ang!

Sparks‌​ flew as swords⁠ clashed.

“…”‍‌‌

Watching‌‌ Vlad retreat, Pablo‍‍​ remained still, waiting‌⁠​ for his chance.‍⁠

Capitalizing⁠⁠​ on Vlad’s momentum,‍⁠​ but not his‌ maturity yet.

“Hmph!”​

He​⁠ braced himself and‌​ struck.

With‍ a rock-solid force‍ that could crush‌‌ a small storm.⁠‍

“!”‍⁠⁠

Vlad,​⁠ who had been⁠​‌ relentlessly attacking Pablo,‌ instinctively raised his‌‍⁠ sword to the‌‍ sudden weight coming​​‍ down on him.​‌

Quang!​

“No!”‌

And‌‌‍ with that, he⁠​‌ was knocked to‍‍​ the ground.

The​‌‍ force of the⁠⁠ blow was such‌​ that his body‍ bounced as soon​​ as it touched‌ the ground.

“Out!”‍⁠⁠

Vlad​‌ blocked with his⁠ sword, but the⁠⁠ sharp sensation of​⁠ being hit on⁠​‌ the back of‌​ the neck with‌‌ a stone kept⁠ him alert.

A blocked blow, but⁠‌ not repelled.

Vlad‍​ absorbed all the⁠‍ force of the‌​ blow, but with⁠⁠ his trained senses,​‍ he quickly halted‍ and retreated to‌‌‍ close the gap.‍⁠⁠

“Phew…”‍​​

His‌‌ body reacted, but‍​⁠ not his mind.⁠

It⁠ was the result‌ of practicing with‍ Jager.

[Wake‌‍ up!]

“…Huh?”​​

Jager’s​‍ training swords had​‍ been intimidating enough,⁠‍‍ but Pablo clearly​ possessed a different​⁠ kind of strength.‍‌

‘I​​ think I got⁠⁠ hit with a stone.’

He⁠‍ had only blocked​​ an attack, yet​‍​ his entire body⁠⁠ pulsed.

The⁠⁠⁠ blow wasn’t strong,‌‍ but it was‍‌ impactful, and Vlad​ naturally shrank.

“Out‌ of tricks already?”‍‍‍

“…”⁠​‍

Pablo​⁠‌ in front of⁠​ him was gaining⁠ momentum.

After⁠​​ being in a duel that was​⁠ not only dishonorable​⁠ but also a spectacle, Pablo didn’t‍ want to linger.⁠

[He’s‌‍‌ coming.]

Even‌ without a shield,‍​​ Pablo’s momentum was‍⁠ like a mountain.⁠⁠

“…Where?”‌‍‌

[He’s​​‍ trying to dominate‌⁠‌ the gap; you⁠⁠‌ have to move‍ wherever!]

Pablo,‍ who had created⁠ a solid defense⁠ with just his⁠‍⁠ sword, began slowly⁠‍ approaching Vlad with​ his usual mountainous​​ strides.

It​​ would have been​‌​ an honor for‌ Vlad to show⁠​ such sincerity, but​⁠ at this point,‍​‌ it was just​⁠ a clumsy step‍‍​ forward.

[You⁠⁠⁠ have to dodge‌‍‌ somehow.]

“That’s​ easier said than‍‌⁠ done!”

The‌‍‍ Voice’s sword skill,⁠⁠ defined by close⁠ combat and single-strike‍⁠ kills, was unusable‌ in this situation.‍‌‌

‘Footwork.’⁠​⁠

For‌​‍ now, he needed‌ the undulating movements‌​ of his other​‌⁠ master, Jager.

The​ boy mentally replayed​ Jager’s movements, preparing‌‍ for Pablo’s attack.‍⁠‌

BANG!⁠‌‌

“Out!”⁠​‍

But⁠⁠ even if you’re⁠‌​ prepared, there are‍ things you can’t‌‌​ stop.

Vlad,‌‍ who had just‌‌‌ grabbed a sword,​​ lacked the experience‌​ and skill to‍‍​ break down the​ enormous wall that​ was Pablo.

BANG!⁠‌‍

Quang!⁠

Vlad‍⁠ slowly staggered backward⁠⁠‌ as the sound⁠‌⁠ of sword clashing⁠ against sword was‌‍⁠ incredible.

The‍​ threatening sound and‌‌​ the precarious retreat‍⁠ that followed left‍‍‌ Alicia breathless.

It‍‌ was a punishment‍ too harsh to⁠‌ endure for the‍ determined but defeated​ boy.

[Wake​‍‌ up!]

The‍ voice kept waking​ him up, but‍‌ the shock was‍‌ so great that‍‌‌ Vlad had almost​​​ lost consciousness.

If​ this had been‌ a duel, he​ could have said​ he had proven​⁠⁠ his worth by⁠‍​ lasting so long.‌

But⁠ the boy hadn’t‍⁠ come here to​ learn anything.

He​⁠ was here to​‍‍ prove something.

“No!”‌

Vlad‌ shouted, barely clinging​ to his fading‌‍ consciousness as he‌ somehow managed to​​‌ drive his artless‌⁠ sword into the‌‌⁠ approaching blade.

It‌‌ was a final⁠‍⁠ effort.

Quang…!⁠​​

But‍​ the weak-willed sword‌​ didn’t give any‍‌⁠ chance to the‍⁠⁠ boy.

Chiiiit-!‌

The⁠ collision sent Vlad​​ to the edge‌‍‍ of the dueling⁠⁠ arena.

“Crunch!”⁠

Crimson​ blood spurted from⁠‌ Vlad’s mouth.

He⁠ had long lost⁠‍ grip of the‌⁠​ sword, and the‍​​ drops of saliva‌ running down his‌​​ lips mingled with‍​ the blood on‌‍​ the ground.

“Excellent.”​⁠​

Pablo⁠‍ had been angered‌ by Joseph’s belittling⁠ of his honor⁠ moments before, but‍⁠​ now that Vlad​ and he had⁠ crossed swords, he​‌‍ felt differently.

He‌‍‍ was a good‌​ kid.

A brat with potential.⁠

Although‍ it was still‌ too early for⁠​‍ a formal duel.‌‌

“Come‌‍⁠ back later.”

Pablo⁠⁠ held his sword​ high, ready for‌ the final blow.⁠‍‌

Vlad‍ watched Pablo’s strike‍ with trembling and‍‌‍ dizzy eyes.

[Well‌​‌ done.]

No‌‍ voices were heard,⁠ no words from‌​‍ Jager, who had‌‍‍ prepared Vlad, or​‍​ Joseph, who had‌‍ given orders to​‌‌ the boy.

The‍‍ boy had done‌⁠​ his part.

Now,‍‍ he could rest.‍‌

Everyone⁠⁠‍ in the hall⁠ applauded the defeated​​ but determined boy.⁠​​

Tung-.​

Pablo’s​‌ sword descended towards​⁠‌ the boy.

With⁠⁠‍ a dull sound.‍

“…?”⁠⁠

When⁠​‌ no one understood‍ what was happening⁠​⁠ in front of⁠‌‌ them.

“!”​​⁠

Colin‌​ sat up, startled‍‍ by the sound‍‌‌ of a nightmare.​

“It’s⁠‌‌ him.”

Jubert,‍ who had been‍​‍ eating nuts while‌‍‍ watching the impulsive‌⁠​ attack of the‍⁠ boy, couldn’t hide​​‍ his surprise.

“…”⁠‍⁠

Until⁠ Pablo saw Colin’s​ silently shouting face,‌​ he didn’t realize⁠‍ why his sword‍​⁠ had bounced back.‌​‍

Even‍ for an experienced⁠ knight, it was‍‍ too much to‌​ comprehend at once.⁠

“Why,‍ only you kids…”⁠

Hearing⁠‍​ Vlad’s muted voice,​ Pablo sheathed his‍⁠⁠ sword and turned​​⁠ to look at‍ the boy in​ front of him.‌​

Stunned,​⁠‌ with half-closed eyes,‍‍ as if he​‍⁠ had lost his⁠‍⁠ mind.

It​⁠ was as if‍ he were dreaming​⁠​ somewhere in his‍‌ memory.

“I⁠ also…”

The‌‌ unqualified boy has‌⁠‌ always yearned to‍​ shine.

He‌​ wanted ability, he​‍ wanted opportunities, he​‍ dreamed of being‌‍⁠ qualified.

To⁠​ reach for brilliance.‍⁠

And​​ the boy has⁠ now shown that‌​‍ he is the​ one who deserves‌⁠​ to shine.

Vlad‍ of Soara breaking‌‍ Pablo’s sword, Knight​‍ of Arnstein.

He⁠ had recreated the‌ path of the‍​ sword shown to‌ him by his​ master.

“I‌‌ also want to⁠⁠ be there.”

The‍ boy’s eagerness was‍ gradually creating his⁠‍‌ own world through⁠⁠ opportunity, teaching, and​‍ crisis.

It⁠​‌ was about to‍‍​ bloom.

A colorful flower that​⁠‌ no one had​ seen before.

The‌⁠ boy’s sword was⁠ weeping.

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