Solo Swordmaster

#1028. Don’t forget

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disciple, enemy, colleague, lover, etc.

During his long life, he met many people and created many relationships, whether deep or shallow.

But there was a particularly rare relationship.

That was a friend.

It was something that could not be helped.

Friends are basically equals.

Be it status, military power, or property.

Although they may not be equal, they must be at a similar level to be achieved and maintained.

From that perspective.

The Sword King was a special case.

Learn the sword skills on your own.

Also, because he had the status of King of the British Empire, he was able to become friends with Limon and maintain an equal relationship for hundreds of years.

That was why, after the Sword King’s death, no one dared to become Limon’s equal friend.

But only one.

Even though we may not have become close friends.

There was someone who had an equal relationship with him.

They were able to hang out together because they communicated through song and violin while hiding their identities.

If he had not been part of the Liberation Brigade and had not met as an enemy, he might have developed a friendship as good as that of the Sword King.

“…That’s funny.”

“Is it funny? why?”

“I guess the person who came to meet me was you.”

That was why.

The reason why Limon laughed.

Wouldn’t it be nice if it were a friend or student?

Because I didn’t know that Myeong-saek would meet Eugene, who risked his life as a ghost of the liberation brigade, in the afterlife.

But she is actually a blonde beauty.

Eugene shook his head at Limon’s words.

“No, I’m not here to pick you up.”

“It’s not a pick-me-up?”

“huh. Because I was with my partner the whole time.”

“…?”

“look.”

What does it mean to be together?

Limon, who had a confused look on his face as if he didn’t know what it meant, soon developed a strange expression.

This is because the moment Eugene opened the guitar case he was carrying on his back with a bright smile, an unexpected item was revealed inside.

A broken black violin.

Why did it appear inside the guitar case and why is it broken like this?

Limon, who was puzzled, realized the meaning of Eugene’s words after a while and asked hesitantly.

“…Could it be that you have been in there ever since you died?”

“Right! answer!”

“….”

With Eugene winking.

He had a complicated expression.

It wasn’t just because I remembered that some of the starlight that had flowed when she died had seeped into the violin.

That violin has a soul. It wasn’t a new thing.

Nevertheless, there was one reason why he had no choice but to look at her with complicated eyes.

“You were always protecting me.”

“No, I didn’t protect you. “Just a little bit of help when someone gets hurt or is in danger of losing their life?”

It was like that.

Chasing the Liberation Brigade.

Fighting with sword masters.

Also, facing the constellations in the constellations.

Limon suffered serious injuries dozens of times and actually faced life and death several times.

Among them, there were many injuries so severe that even sword masters required several years of recuperation or were left with permanent disabilities.

Nevertheless, he continued to fight unharmed.

Until now, Limon thought it was thanks to the star power he gained from cutting down the ‘Raging Immortal Giant’.

That was definitely the correct answer.

But it was also a wrong answer.

Because there was someone who helped him every time he got hurt.

The soul that lived in the Seven Arcs and healed him and protected his life with the power sealed within it.

For decades.

“But that last one was a bit too much, partner.”

Because he suddenly thrust something so big, hot, and painful so harshly, his violin became like this and he also lost it.

Limon, who was staring blankly at the grumbling Eugene, only opened his mouth after a while.

“Eugene.”

“huh? why?”

“Thank you for your help so far.”

Maybe it was because I didn’t expect to hear words of gratitude.

Eugene, who opened his eyes round, immediately smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

“No thank you. “I just wanted to keep hearing my partner play.”

“Then I guess I owe you an apology.”

“Why an apple?”

“That’s because I won’t be able to let you play from now on.”

If I had known that Eugene’s soul was in the dark violin, I would have played it more.

When Limon apologizes with a sigh.

Eugene stretched out his index finger and flicked it from side to side.

“It’s too early to apologize to your partner.”

“…?”

“Follow me and you will find out.”

After turning around.

Eugene takes a brisk step forward.

Limon walked after her, even though he had a puzzled expression on his face.

Following a path deeper than time.

Passing through a flower field farther than the soul.

Longer than oblivion.

After going and going and going, they finally arrived.

On the huge river that runs through this place where everything, past, present, and future, has no meaning.

And there

he stood tall.

Surrounded by the soft light of dawn.

With my feet dipped in the river that separates the border between life and death.

A man wearing a black cloak and holding a blood-red spear in one hand.

“….”

Limon stopped in his tracks at the reunion with someone who was natural to be here, but in a sense was more unexpected than Eugene.

But the man didn’t actually look at him.

I just opened my mouth softly with my eyes fixed on the river.

“Master, do you remember my original swordsmanship?”

“…It was something that pierced all space.”

“yes. “It was my intention to return to my family at any time and protect them.”

“….”

“So after my family died, I developed my sword skills and tried to bring them back to life, even if it meant cutting through the boundary between this world and the afterlife.”

“It was a stupid thing to do.”

“It is as the Master said. Even though I could pierce the soul, I could not cross the boundary between life and death.”

Because everything can be cut down.

He even tried to open a path to the underworld.

The Sword Master, who was more reckless and arrogant than anyone else, spoke softly.

“But thanks to the power of miracles, I was able to clear a path to the border between life and death.”

“….”

“And the path I blazed still remains.”

After hearing that.

Limon realized.

The river the man is looking at.

The existence of the light of dawn, faintly connected like a thread in a place that is deeper and dimmer than the darkness.

“If Master wishes, I will open the way.”

Breaking down the dungeon gate.

Because I have experienced the power of the constellation.

I expected that Limon would eventually break the taboo.

So, after leaving the protection of humanity to others, I remained silent as I watched the man come all the way here to do what only he could do.

Limon opened his mouth heavily.

“…It is against providence.”

“Maybe so.”

The man calmly admitted.

What he was talking about was something completely different from the resurrection of the Sword Masters or the descent of the Heroic Spirits.

It is a perfect resurrection that goes beyond barely clinging to this world through magic or the power of stars.

If we were not careful, there was a risk that the boundary between life and death would collapse and the world would be overrun with ghosts, or even lead to the death of all living things.

Even if he opened the road in the first place, whether we could pass there safely was a separate question,

but…

“At least they don’t seem to think so.”

Limon, who had doubts about who ‘they’ were, opened his eyes wide.

The river where the man was.

The sight of a small figure approaching in the blurred light of dawn at the border between life and death puzzled him.

“You…”

We’ve been together for a long time.

However, unlike when it is a translucent ghost, it has a clear appearance, so it looks like a different person.

When Limon was at a loss for words, looking at the girl with a smile on her face that always had a blank expression, the sound of metal chirping was heard from behind the girl.

Gikkikkikkikkikkik.

Like decades.

No, hundreds of years.

Maybe tens of thousands of years.

Rusted and broken, as if it had been a long time ago.

Nevertheless, the unmanned vacuum cleaner that had managed to follow the girl across the river stopped creaking only when it arrived in front of Limon.

And slowly.

The moment the body opens.

Weeing.

“…!!!”

Limon stopped breathing.

Because I saw it.

A small capsule carefully placed inside, which is surprisingly clean compared to the rusty exterior. No, to be precise

, there is… one animal

curled up inside the capsule as if hibernating .

bantam.

Blue bird.

“…how.”

It seems like time has stopped.

Without even moving.

My heart isn’t even beating.

However, unlike himself, who is already dead, Limon freezes when he sees the blue bird, who is vaguely alive and on the border between life and death.

The girl took out a blue bird from the capsule and held it out towards him.

“We are done here.”

“….”

“Take care of your friend.”

Even the soul is scattered.

So much so that even metal turns to dust.

Indeed, for a long and distant time.

They used everything they had, including magic and technology, to protect the Blue Bird from the gap in time and space.

Using the gap between life and death, I managed to escape the gap in time and space and brought that blue bird here.

Looking at saints and spirits.

For a moment, I hope you become as hard as a stone.

Limon slowly stretched out his hand.

And after taking the blue bird with utmost care.

After quietly looking at the blue bird, which would never be able to open its eyes unless someone took it out of this boundary of life and death.

He opened his mouth softly.

“Will you open the way?”

The man didn’t bother to answer.

He just grabbed the blood-red spear with both hands to do what he had to do.

And so, the moment the window was thrown out.

『

Thorns That Pierces Death

Relife

Balaur’s Revive』

Quaaaaaaang

!

Heaven and earth are shaking.

The great river flowing before them split.

What appeared through the river water like a sand castle was a path of light.

The light of dawn, breaking down the boundaries between this world and the afterlife, was shining faintly between the divided rivers, bridging the gap between life and death.

“It’s been fun so far, partner.”

“…Hello, goodbye.”

Weeing.

Just like that…

Eugene smiled.

The girl is waving one hand.

Tilt your body like a vacuum cleaner greeting you.

The Prince, who has lost the light of dawn that had enveloped his body, bows and pays his respects one last time.

He quietly bowed his head to them as if to express his gratitude for protecting and helping him and the blue bird so far.

Limon stepped onto the path of light.

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Jeopuk.

The moment you take a step.

What comes is pressure.

It’s like walking at the bottom of the deep sea.

Or like falling into a bottomless swamp.

The force that presses, pushes, and pulls his body becomes stronger and tries to throw him out of the river.

It’s providence.

The very natural and absolute law that the dead cannot leave the afterlife became an intangible pressure and was oppressing him.

If you can’t withstand that pressure, there are two consequences.

Like being swept away by a flood, you will be pushed back to the end of the underworld and fall into hell.

All I could do was lose my body and wander around this world as a ghost with only my soul remaining.

Jerk.

nevertheless.

One step at a time.

He moved forward steadily.

And when it got to the point where I couldn’t stand on my own, I put my hands on my waist.

Slurp.

The moment the sword was drawn.

Rapidly decreasing pressure.

The Sword Master’s will to cut down everything in the world was helping him move forward, even pushing away the laws of life and death.

But even for a moment.

Ten steps, one hundred steps.

A thousand steps, ten thousand steps.

As he continued to advance, the pressure became stronger and stronger, and eventually it became difficult for even him to withstand it.

Even more so because he had to take the pressure with just the sword in one hand to protect the blue bird he was holding in his arms.

The moment when I grit my teeth with the pressure that seemed to crush my body and blow my soul to the end of the world at any moment.

[Why do you think the Sword Master is immortal?]

He was shocked.

It’s been a while since I entered the path of dawn.

I had already walked so far away that I couldn’t see Eugene, the man, the girl, or the vacuum cleaner.

The quiet voice that came from across the distance made him agitated.

[That is because we can cut down even death.]

“….”

[Nevertheless, there is one reason why we are not immortal even though we are immortal.]

“….”

[Even though we have seen the end of the sword. Because we haven’t reached it yet.]

Who is the owner of that voice?

He knew.

No, I couldn’t know.

And that’s why I listened.

[Because the original path of the sword has no end.]

[Even if we have seen the end of the sword, it is only the starting line.]

[We have only now acquired the qualifications to pursue the ultimate path of the sword.]

Sword Master.

The one who saw the tip of the sword.

But seeing and getting are different.

They say that the fact that they become stronger in a desperate struggle is proof that they have not yet reached the true end of their sword.

The voice continues.

[That’s why our fight is a battle of will.]

[Winning or losing is not determined by who is stronger, but by whose will is closer to the edge of the sword.]

[And by defeating all of us, you will exercise your own will and reach the edge of the sword. He proved that he was qualified.]

He knew.

What is the tip of the sword?

The teacher showed me at the end.

By learning from fighting against my archenemy.

In the end, the destruction that brought even his own death was at the tip of the sword.

[So keep in mind.]

[Those who truly reach the tip of the sword are indomitable and immortal.] [

Unless your will is broken, no one can kill you and your sword can cut through anything.]

Yes. Yes.

A sword is ultimately a weapon used to cut and kill something.

Therefore, although there are things that the person who reaches the tip of the sword cannot cut, there is nothing that cannot be cut.

If there is a Reaper, cut down the Reaper.

If there is an afterlife, cut it down.

If there is death, cut down death.

He closed his eyes after hearing the voice calmly conveyed as if giving advice.

And quietly.

Change has begun.

Slurp.

The white hair gradually became golden.

A white radiance seeped out of the golden eyes.

The moment when the light harmonized with each other and seeped into the sword he was holding.

Wooooow.

The path of dawn trembled.

No, it wasn’t the road that was shaking.

The boundary between life and death is under the pressure of providence in the underworld.

Literally everything in the world was trembling as if afraid of the blade of light extending from his sword.

And in that shaking world, he raised his sword high above his head.

[And don’t forget.]

14 swordsmen who saw the end of their swords.

Among them, I finally reached the tip of the sword.

The one who cut down even the universe.

Therefore, the moment when the only absolute person in the world who has conquered the path of the sword to the end lowers the sword.

[―Only you are the true Sword Master.]

Faaaaaaa!!!

Brilliant platinum color.

swept away everything.