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Star-Embracing Swordmaster Chapter 5

Chapter 5

An‌‍​ empty lot, deep​‍ in the back​ alleys of the⁠ city.

A boy was sweating‌​ profusely as he‍‍ swung a wooden‌⁠‍ stick in that⁠‌‍ lot.

“Huff!”‌​

It‍ might have been‌​‌ a small and‍​⁠ unsightly place, but‍‌‍ this was the⁠‍​ very first land​ that Vlad had‍⁠‍ acquired through his‌‍ own strength.

The⁠‍ boy couldn’t hold‌⁠​ anything in his​⁠ hands from the⁠ moment he was‌ born, but it‍ was the first‍​⁠ thing he had​⁠‌ obtained through struggle.‌‍⁠

And‌⁠​ until a few⁠​ years ago, it⁠ was also the​‍ place where Vlad,‍‍‍ Zemina, and Harven‌ had found shelter​ and warmth.

‘There’s​​ no need to‍​​ fix it.’

A hut that used‌‌​ to be his‌‍ home, but has⁠ now collapsed because⁠⁠ of being abandoned.‌

Vlad‍‍​ gazed at it⁠ silently for a while and turned​⁠ his attention back‌​⁠ to the tip⁠‍ of the stick.⁠

Everything​​ that has a shape is destined‍ to collapse.

The⁠‌​ hut might look‍​⁠ pitiful, but it⁠⁠ had served its⁠ purpose, and all​ that remained was⁠⁠ to cherish the‌‍‍ memories.

Because​ he won’t be​‍⁠ going back there‍​ anymore.

Boom-‌

Once‌‌ again, Vlad began​​‌ to focus his‍‌⁠ mind on the‌⁠‌ end of the⁠⁠ stick, repeating the​⁠ basics that Jorge‍⁠⁠ had subtly taught​‌ him.

It‌ was a cold​ winter, but the‍‌‌ boy’s back was‍ already covered in⁠ sweat.

Vlad​ was like a hedgehog armed with‍⁠‍ the thorns of​⁠ pride, but he⁠ was also a child with an‌ insatiable desire to⁠​‌ learn.

Harven⁠⁠ had shown him⁠‌⁠ the way.

Harven​​​ had taught himself‍ to read and⁠ understand numbers through⁠ his sharp mind‌ and is now‌ using them to‌‌ work under Captain⁠ Hoover.

Harven​⁠‍ was handicapped, with‌‍⁠ severed fingers and​⁠ the inability to​⁠ walk properly.

If‌​ he had neglected‌‍‌ his learning, he‌​ might have been​ begging on some‌​‍ street corner by‍ now.

“Huff!”​‌‌

The​⁠⁠ experience of learning​​​ through effort and⁠​ climbing higher through‌‌ knowledge—a rare experience‌ for those living‌⁠ in the alleys‌ with little hope—Vlad⁠‌ had witnessed this​ firsthand.

That’s‌ why Vlad was‍ swinging a wooden​⁠ stick after finishing‍ his daily work.‌‌

However…⁠

The​‍⁠ beads of sweat⁠⁠ rolled down Vlad’s‌​‌ face as he​ repeated the basics,‍ and his expression‌⁠‍ began to contort.‌‌

[······.]​​

“······Damn.⁠‍ This bullshit whenever​ I swing something.”‍‍⁠

It​ was a silent‌​ vacant lot with​ no one around,‌⁠‍ but only Vlad​ could hear it‍ clearly.

A voice echoing in​ his head.

Vlad‌ shook his head‌‌​ vigorously to try​‌ and ignore it,‍​ but…

[You‍⁠ should narrow the‍‍‌ angle of your​ elbow when you‌ strike down, boy.]⁠​‍

However,⁠‌ an unknown voice⁠​‌ was persistently speaking​⁠ to Vlad.

He​‌​ heard this voice⁠ as long as‍ he held something⁠ like a stick‍⁠⁠ even if he​⁠ blocked his ears‍ or shouted for⁠ it to be‍‌ kept quiet.

“······I​‍‍ should buy holy​‍ water with the‍​ money I earned‌ this time.”

Vlad⁠‍‍ couldn’t tell whether​⁠ the voice was​⁠⁠ trying to give⁠‌ him advice or‍‌ interfering with training,⁠​⁠ but he felt‌‌⁠ confused when heard⁠⁠​ the voice.

“Why‌ did lightning have⁠‍ to strike me‍ back then?”

Vlad⁠⁠ felt irritation and​⁠ anger, and once‍ again began to‍ swing the wooden‌⁠​ stick.

For‌ a boy who‌​‌ was burdened with‍ thoughts of just​ surviving, the current‍ situation was enough⁠⁠ to make him‌‍‍ want to vent‌ his anger.

The‍​‍ voices in Vlad’s‍⁠ head had started‌ a month ago.​⁠

A bolt of lightning‌​​ suddenly struck him‍⁠ just as he‌​ was walking through‍ the back alleys.‍‌

No‍⁠ matter how cautious​⁠ he was, it⁠⁠‍ was impossible to⁠​ stop lightning falling⁠​ from the sky.​⁠⁠

It‌ was literally lightning‌‍ out of blue.‍⁠

That‍ alone was an‌‌ inexplicable and bizarre‍‍‌ natural phenomenon, but​⁠ the problem was⁠​ that the lightning‌​⁠ that struck him‌‍‌ was black.

To​ anyone who saw⁠ it, it was​ inexplicable and eerie,​‍ and the strange​ and ominous event​‌ of that day‍‍ still followed Vlad​ in the form⁠​‍ of rumors.

Rumor​ has it that‌ Vlad had been‌ possessed by a devil.

“So,​ I went to‍⁠ the church with⁠⁠‍ the little money‍​ I had and‌‍‌ even made an⁠​​ offering.”

Because​ the ominous content‌ that the rumors​​‌ carried was somewhat‍‌ true.

Vlad‍ was aware of⁠ this and quickly‌ went to the⁠ church, made an‌ offering, and helped⁠⁠‍ with the church’s‍‍ work to prove‍ his innocence and​ solve the problem.⁠

“I‌​​ just wasted my‍‍‍ hard-earned money!”

Despite​ Vlad’s efforts, he​⁠ still hears that‍‍‍ voice.

Everything​ he had done⁠‌ until now had​​‌ been in vain,‍​ so he couldn’t‍ contain his frustration​ any longer.

However,‍⁠ he couldn’t simply‌​ tell the church​⁠ that there was⁠⁠ someone speaking to​ him in his‌‌ head; if he‍​ did, he might‍‍ be taken away‍​⁠ and subjected to‍‌ punishment, even burned⁠‍ at stake because‌⁠‌ he was just⁠‌ an alley boy.‌​

No,‍ he couldn’t let‍‍ that happen.

The‍⁠ world was harsher⁠ to the weak.​⁠

“Ha.”‍‍

After​​‍ venting his frustration​‍ for a while,​ Vlad felt that‌ the being that‌​​ had been talking​ to him had‌​⁠ fallen silent.

“Ignore⁠ it! I heard‍⁠‍ that the more⁠‌ you respond, the​ more it clings​ to you!”

Remembering⁠​ Zemina’s warning, Vlad‍‍ tried to regain‌​ his composure.

“Vlad!‍⁠​ Jorge is calling​ you!”

“…”‍​

Vlad​​‌ frowned when the‍ girl he was⁠ thinking about just​ a moment ago‌‍​ suddenly popped out‍ right next to​⁠‍ him.

“I​⁠‍ am done for​⁠ today.”

Vlad‍‍ couldn’t afford to‍‌‍ just practice like​ the noble children.​ He was just⁠‌ a person from‍ the back alleys​‌‌ who had to‍​ work every day​ to avoid going⁠​​ hungry for two​‌​ days.

“Okay.”⁠‍‌

“Now​​ hurry! I deliberately‍ gave you some⁠ extra time because​⁠ I knew you​ were practicing.”

“….‍‍‌ I said I got it.”

It⁠‍ was time to‌‍‍ wake up from‍ his dreams and​ return to the‌ grim reality.

Before‌ answering Zemina’s call,​‍ Vlad decided to‍​ give one last‍⁠⁠ swing.

“Sigh…”​

Always‌ give your best‍ in the last​ one.

Focus⁠‌ all your mind⁠​ and strength.

And‍‌‌ strike down.

[Narrow​ it!]

“…”⁠‌

At‌‌‍ that moment, a sharp voice echoed‌‌ in his head.⁠⁠​

Vlad‌​ startled by the⁠ voice and unconsciously‌‌ narrowed the angle⁠‌‍ of his elbow‍‌⁠ .

Boom-!⁠⁠‌

He​ could feel the⁠ fierce wind and‌​‍ the powerful strike​ of the wooden⁠‌ stick unlike before.⁠‍

“Wow.”‍‍

It‍ had come down⁠​ so neatly that⁠​‍ it had even‌‌ surprised Zemina, who‍ had been observing​ him closely.

“…..Damn​ it.”

Now​ Vlad had no‍ choice but to⁠​ admit that it‍​​ was right to‍‍ narrow the angle‍​‍ of his elbow.‍⁠

And‌⁠ the unknown being‍​⁠ within his head‍ knows how to​‌‌ wield a sword​‍⁠ well.

Earlier‌‍​ Vlad was just​‌⁠ swinging the stick​‌ around, but what​‍‍ he had just‍ executed along with‍‍‌ that voice was⁠​‍ a genuine sword​⁠⁠ path.

※※※※‍

Though​⁠ it was described‍​ as an alley,​‍​ it was clearly⁠ a part of‍ the city.

The⁠⁠ Shoara city was​‌ enormous, and as​‌⁠ a result, its⁠ back alley area​⁠ was also extensive.‍ This naturally led‍ to the formation​​ of a bustling‌ downtown area within‍⁠ the back alleys.‌⁠​

The​ territories of five​ bosses who rule‍ the back alleys‌​‌ were centered around​ the downtown, so​​⁠ members of each​⁠ organization refrained from‍‌ making a big‌​​ fuss or acting‍​​ out in this‍‍‌ area.

Therefore,‍ it was always‍ a place full​​ of the voices​​ of drinkers and‍⁠​ merchants.

However,‍ that wasn’t the‍ case now.

“…”⁠​

“…”​⁠

Vlad⁠ and Zemina were‌​​ walking down a busy back alley.​​‍

They‌⁠ were usually bantering⁠ and chatting as​‍ they strolled together,‌⁠ but now, they​‍‍ had no choice⁠‌ but to walk‍​‍ in silence.

“It’s​ too quiet.”

“Everyone⁠ knows.”

Vlad‍⁠ silently looked around‍‌​ at the shops​ in the downtown⁠ area, which was‌‍​ unusually hushed.

Some⁠​​ shops had completely⁠ closed, and even​⁠ those that were⁠ still open had‍​‍ all their stalls​‌​ inside, as if‍ they were ready‌‌ to close at​‌‍ any moment.

“It​ seems like everyone⁠⁠ is expecting a big commotion this‌​‌ time.”

“…”‌‍

There​⁠⁠ had been minor​ clashes among gang​ members in the‍ past, but it‍⁠‌ had been a long time since​ they had shown‌‌ such ominous signs.‌

The⁠⁠ downtown merchants were‌​ likely anticipating a major storm.

“Aren’t⁠​ you worried at‍ all?”

Zemina⁠ stared at Vlad⁠​ and asked as‌ he spoke casually.​⁠⁠

Vlad⁠‍ may have to⁠ be at the⁠​ forefront of the⁠ approaching storm.

Zemina‍​‌ didn’t show it,⁠ but she was⁠⁠‍ filled with anxiety‍⁠‍ that the boy⁠‍ she had been‍ closely attached to‌⁠ for so long​​ would not have​‌ much time left​ before he plunged⁠⁠ into the merciless​⁠ violence.

Vlad‌⁠ was not just‌‍‍ her friend but​ also like a family member to​‍​ her, and he​‍‍ was one of⁠​ the few people‌‌‌ she could rely‍​​ on.

“…Don’t‌‌ go around alone⁠⁠‌ for a while.⁠‍ Actually, it might⁠ be better if​ you don’t leave‌‌​ the shop.”

However,⁠⁠‌ instead of answering‍‍ Zemina’s question, Vlad‌​ was focused on⁠ the men at⁠‍​ the far end‍‌ of the downtown‌ who were watching‌ them intently.

There,‍‌ One-Armed Jack’s subordinate,⁠⁠‌ whom he had​​⁠ defeated, was staring​‌⁠ at them with⁠​ his eyes wide​ open.

“….Alright.”‌‍

Zemina‌‌ replied while turning⁠‌​ her back to​​‌ Vlad, pretending not⁠ to notice the⁠‌ murderous exchange between⁠​‍ him and someone‌‌ else.

It⁠ had always been‌​⁠ like this. Vlad‍ had never hesitated‌​ to fight someone⁠⁠​ to protect her.​‍

Zemina​ was always grateful​⁠ for that, but‌‌​ she had never​‍‌ said it out‍​ loud.

But‌ now she thought⁠‌‍ that perhaps she‌​‍ should convey the‍‍ words she had‌ kept in her‌ heart before it​‌ was too late.‍⁠

Vlad‌ and Zemina walked‍‌‌ through the downtown​‌ with their minds⁠‍​ occupied by different​​⁠ thoughts, and eventually⁠ arrived at Rose’s⁠‍‍ Smiles.

As‍‌‍ they opened the⁠‍​ door and stepped‌ inside, the gaze​‌ of the staff⁠​ who were seated​ in the lobby‍⁠ briefly turned toward‍‌⁠ them before dispersing.‍

“What’s⁠​ going on? Is​ no one working?”‍

Vlad‌ spoke up, but⁠⁠ no one answered​‍‌ his question.

It‍‌ was the time⁠​‌ for the final‍​ check before opening⁠‍​ time at Rose’s​ Smiles. The staff‌⁠ were supposed to​‍‍ be busy arranging⁠⁠‌ the furniture and​‍‌ the women were​‌​ busy doing their‍‌ make-up.

However,​​​ at this moment,‌‍ they were gathered‌​ in groups of‌‌⁠ twos and threes‌​ and having quiet‌​⁠ conversations.

“It’s⁠ annoying.”

The⁠‍ tension from the‌ streets seemed to⁠ have seeped into‌⁠ the shop.

“Did‍‍‍ a war break‍‍​ out or something?”​​​

Vlad​‌ was appalled by⁠ the sight and⁠‍​ muttering as he​⁠ climbed the stairs⁠‍ to the fourth‌​ floor, where Jorge⁠‌​ was.

What​ will happen will​‍‌ happen anyway.

Vlad’s​‌‍ gaze turned cold⁠​‍ as he looked‌‍‍ at the people⁠‍ huddled together like‌ rabbits.

His⁠‍ nature was bold,​‍‍ so he found⁠ it difficult to‌⁠ understand the behavior‍⁠​ of ordinary people‍‍ in such situations.‍‍

“You​ called. Jorge?”

“Yeah,​⁠ come in.”

Upon‍‌⁠ reaching the fourth​ floor, Vlad spotted​‌ Jorge laying out‌⁠ food as usual.‍⁠ Vlad felt reassured‍‍​ seeing this. Jorge‍ was from the‍‌‍ same category as⁠‌ him.

“You​​​ called me?”

“Yeah.⁠​ Don’t sell candles​‍ starting today.”

Vlad’s⁠‌⁠ lips curled upwards‌‍‌ upon hearing Jorge’s‌‌‍ words.

Some​⁠⁠ people might have‌⁠⁠ liked it, but‌‍ Vlad believed that‌​ selling candles was‌‍⁠ not suited to‌‍‌ his character.

“So,⁠​‌ what should I do from now​ on? Collecting money⁠‍ from shops or⁠‍⁠ patrolling the area?”‍

“Hmm…”⁠

Jorge⁠‍​ smiled as looked​⁠‍ at the shining⁠‍ eyes of Vlad.​​

He⁠‌​ smiled because the​‍​ young boy before​ them possessed a strong heart that‌‍ didn’t cower even‍ in the face​​ of leading the⁠‌ organization.

If⁠ he were still​ a knight, he⁠‌ wouldn’t have hesitated​​ to make Vlad⁠​⁠ his squire.

“A‌ tip came in⁠​​ that Outsider Jack​ is recruiting people​ from the outside.⁠ They are mercenaries​⁠​ with a knight’s‌​‍ background.”

“Like‌‍ you, Jorge?”

“….Yeah,‌‌ like me.”

Jorge‌ drank the remaining⁠ beer with a bitter smile. The‌‌ spilled beer flowed‌‌⁠ down his rough⁠⁠⁠ beard.

“That⁠‌‌ bastard seems to‍‍‍ be genuinely serious‍ this time.”

“…..”‌‌

Vlad‌‍​ listened quietly and‌‌​ nodded his head⁠ in response to‍‌⁠ Jorge’s words.

Money‌ bug, one-armed Jack.​‌

He‍‌ was a person​ who mainly worked‍ in the private‍ loan business, and‍ through his abundant‍‌​ wealth, he was​ able to attract‌⁠ gang members and​⁠ form the largest‍‍ force in the⁠ back alleys.

However,‍ one-armed Jack had⁠ always been wary‍​⁠ of Jorge. This⁠‍‌ was because of‌ Jorge’s capabilities as‍ a knight.

No⁠‌⁠ matter what their‌‍‌ numbers are, a flock of sheep⁠⁠ is no match‌ for a wolf.​​‍

Moreover,‌ no matter how⁠‌​ much money they​ had, truly talented‍‍‍ people did not​ easily lend their⁠‌ swords to back‌ alley bosses.

That’s‌‍‍ why former knight​⁠ Jorge had become‍ an insurmountable wall‍‌ for Jack.

So,‌‌⁠ one-armed Jack relied⁠​ on the number‍​ of his organization’s​‌ members, while Jorge‍​‍ relied on himself.‌

They⁠‍ maintained an odd​​‌ balance by not‌‌​ intruding upon each⁠ other.

However,⁠ things would change‍ if one-armed Jack​​ succeeded in inviting‍⁠ a swordsman who⁠​ could stand up⁠‍⁠ to Jorge.

“If‌ that happens, we‍‍ are at a disadvantage. That’s why⁠​ I need you.”‍‌

“Me?”​‍‌

Vlad’s​‍​ eyes widened in​​ surprise as his‍‌ name suddenly came‌‌ up.

“Yeah,⁠ you. This is​​ something only you,‌ the former child⁠‍​ prodigy of our⁠​ organization, can do.”​​‍

Jorge⁠⁠‍ was smiling.

“As‍ the boss of​ the organization, I’m‌‌‌ giving you your⁠‌ first mission.”

Vlad‍‍⁠ did not show‌⁠ a speck of‌‍‍ tension, or fear.‌⁠ He was waiting‌​ for these words⁠ eagerly.

For⁠ Jorge, watching young‌ children with potential‌ was always a pleasure.

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