Solo Swordmaster Chapter 1086

#Side Story 55. A swordsman wielding a liquor bottle (5)

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It was a long trip.

It is indeed.

After her brother is executed for stealing a bottle of alcohol, she miraculously escapes from the ruined family and hides in the mountains.

While running away by digging up grass roots and eating bugs, he ended up swinging the sword he got from killing the lowest ranking warrior of the Seven Dragons Association like crazy.

He finally achieved some level of achievement and went out into the world to cut down even the master of the Seven Dragons Association.

After that, he was in danger of being killed several times by a great master.

Training.

Training.

After training again.

Definitely go beyond the level of a major master.

Breaking down the wall of despair of being a professional level expert.

Everything from the vague beginning of the sword to the completion of cutting down Lord Baekryonghyeon.

But that wasn’t the end.

Rather, it was the beginning of a longer and fiercer struggle.

After Jibaekryonghyeongun’s death, Jaeyunryongseonggun started pursuing her in a frenzy, ignoring her territory and power, and the chase was fierce.

Even she, who had awakened the sword, had to overcome the danger of death several times and barely managed to escape.

In the meantime, fighting other dragons was almost impossible.

How many times had I crossed the Great Sea and traveled to other continents, risking death in storms, in search of clues to defeat the Seven Dragons?

She had to travel around the world for so long that it was difficult to remember them all.

But at the same time.

It was a short journey.

He accepts his best disciple, acts according to the plan suggested by that arrogant guy, and pushes the Seven Dragons Association little by little.

Above all, the complicated and strange life that began when he took on and taught a boy as his disciple was extremely painful…

but at the same time, it was also a very rewarding life.

Yes, that’s right.

Rather than fighting.

Rather than killing.

Rather than winning.

Raising foolish disciples was a more enjoyable and exciting day.

Even if I couldn’t win the fight against the dragon, I unconsciously thought that it wouldn’t be so bad if I could continue my journey like this.

But every journey has an end.

Get the sword.

Cutting down dragons one after another.

The journey is nearing its end…

…and the final battle has come to an end.

The medicinal green dragon poison army that rules life and death.

The most dangerous Wei Black Dragon God Army.

Even the strongest Golden Dragon Emperor.

three dragons.

Dozens of servant-level experts gathered to protect them and avenge the dead dragon.

In addition, the battlefield, with tens of thousands of warriors whose number is difficult to count and their clever formations added, is truly a battlefield.

As expected, it was extremely dangerous as it was a stage that the Wei Black Dragon God Army had prepared by abandoning even its own territory.

Even though I know that fact.

They jumped in willingly.

It wasn’t just because he sensed that the Seven Dragons would become more dangerous the longer the dragons that had been moving separately began to cooperate.

It was because I was confident that I would win no matter what traps there were.

It was never arrogance.

A struggle that lasted several days.

Breaking through several layers of traps.

Cutting down countless Seven Dragon Club masters.

After a truly historic battle, they succeeded in defeating all three dragons.

In the battle against the seven dragons she devoted her entire life to, she ultimately won.

…although it required a price.

“Cough!”

My vision is blurry.

My body is on fire.

I feel dizzy.

My intestines are torn apart.

She coughed repeatedly in excruciating pain that she had never experienced in any struggle.

Grumble.

What was pouring out along with the cough was blood that was stained pitch black with scattered pink bits mixed in.

The trap prepared by the Black Dragon Lord, the poison of the Poisonous Green Dragon Lord, and the internal injuries suffered by the Golden Dragon Lord were proof that her life was being eaten away.

But what left the most fatal aftereffects on her body was the sword she opened at the last moment.

As a swordsman, he had the ‘will to cut down anything’ that gave up control and simply released things as they were.

Time, space, and the world.

However, the will to cut down mercilessly and indiscriminately cut down not only the dragon and the continent, but also her own life.

It was something that could not be helped.

The power of the three dragons, who unleashed a great destruction attack and resonated with each other’s psionics, was truly amazing.

Even with the swordsmanship of the Dragon Slayer Sword, they could not handle the passing of these women who were connected through psychic communication and treated numerous master-level experts like limbs and limbs.

Still, if I hadn’t forcibly dispersed the sword spirit that was about to manifest itself.

If we had let it run wild, we might have been able to find a way to control it.

She had such a talent that she even learned the concept of swordplay just by training alone without receiving any instruction.

But she couldn’t.

It wasn’t just that I couldn’t take the risk of destroying the world by advancing to the continent on a gamble that I wasn’t sure if it would be possible or not.

It was because there were two people who would be sacrificed if he did not disperse it.

That is why, in return for her self-destruction, she continued to vomit blood while holding her mangled body with a sword stuck in the ground.

“…sir!”

“teacher…!”

Even faintly.

The voice I heard.

She slowly raised her head after it and saw it.

Two human figures appear in my field of vision, which had been blurry until a moment ago, but strangely suddenly became clear.

“noisy.”

“Master! Are you okay?”

A man whose always calm face was distorted by half-broken armor, a broken sword, and a bloody face.

And she slowly caught her breath as she looked at the boy who was just as messed up as that man…

no, the white-haired young man who was now a full-fledged adult.

It feels like all the blood is being squeezed out of my body.

The coughing stopped.

I don’t feel any pain.

So I understand.

This is

the last remnant of life that has run out, like the last great burning of a flame just before the flash of light goes out.

Right now at this moment.

That your journey is over.

“…after.”

But for some reason.

Fear of death too.

Sadness about life.

She didn’t feel anything at all.

Rather, I felt a bit of relief and let out a short laugh.

With one hand, he touched the broken gourd that had been tied to his waist, but now only the spout was left, and suddenly opened his mouth.

“Do you have any alcohol?”

“Master, let’s start with treatment…”

“I wonder if there’s any alcohol left, you idiot.”

“…sorry.”

“Ha fuck.”

It was something I didn’t expect in the first place.

It was too greedy to hope that the liquor bottle would be safe in the midst of such a fierce battle where even the sword was broken.

Nevertheless, she quietly looked ahead, laughing helplessly at the inevitable disappointment.

The sea where Central America was originally located, but now only strong whirlpools are swirling around due to the sword he unleashed.

And at the end of seeing the two disciples kneeling in front of him.

She suddenly realized something.

The reason why I am not afraid of death.

It was not because he achieved his life’s goal by cutting down all seven dragons, nor because he was satisfied with having reached the end of the sword even for a moment.

Even if it disappears like this.

It was because there was evidence left that he had lived.

Like parents who, no matter how hard their lives have been, can close their eyes with satisfaction as long as their children have grown up well.

‘…parents.’

She laughed inadvertently.

She was born as the child of a lowly concubine and never received proper love from her parents.

That might have been why.

After the family was destroyed.

He could have just run away and live a normal life, but he gave up everything and lived by wielding a sword.

Even if I met a good man and had a child, I couldn’t possibly be a good mother.

In fact, her life of teaching while simply beating up her students was proof of that.

Honestly, if she had met a teacher like herself, she would have either run away or become completely crooked and committed all kinds of evil.

Nevertheless, of course, he eventually became a sword master.

He was laughing as he looked at his students, who had great character and intelligence that could not be compared to anyone like him.

‘…is it.’

She suddenly realized something.

When it all started.

I heard it but couldn’t understand it.

It was only at this moment when everything was over that I finally realized the truth.

The last thing you should and can do.

‘Is now the time?’

for a moment.

She closed her eyes.

After gathering his thoughts, he calmly opened his mouth.

“First.”

“Yes Master.”

“Take my sword.”

“…!”

The man’s face distorted.

This is because he realized that she was trying to write a will and leave a keepsake.

The fact that he had to accept the death of the teacher he had followed his entire life made it difficult for him, who had always remained calm, to endure the upheaval.

Don’t say things like that.

You can buy it.

Let all kinds of words come out of your throat.

However, he bit his lip until it bled and swallowed all those words, and eventually quietly lowered his head.

“Please refrain…. “I will accept it.”

Since I was able to do so many things from the beginning, I didn’t have to teach anything in particular.

Therefore, he turned his head towards her with satisfaction after hearing the answer of his best disciple, who was very dignified for having a teacher like him.

“And the second child.”

“…yes.”

Unlike the best disciples, I didn’t know anything from the beginning, so there was a lot to teach.

However, looking at the gloomy face of his student, who had accumulated everything one by one and had now grown into a great young man who could only be called Cheongchuleoram.

She grabbed her sword.

Okay.

“Master…!?”

When I grabbed the blade of the dragon sword with my bare hand, what came out was pitch black poisonous blood.

Just by dripping, they bleed blood mixed with the world’s most vicious poison, staining the ground black and drying out life around them.

She held out her hand.

“―Drink.”

That’s absolutely crazy.

It was an act that could have been suicidal even for a sword master with a strong body.

Even though it may be due to the internal and external trauma compounded by various factors, it is even more so when you consider that it is the poisonous blood that is ultimately eating away at her life the most.

But even though I knew that.

The white-haired young man had no doubts.

I have an unwavering belief that there is a reason why she does this.

He just looked at her with sad eyes, then quietly lowered his head and placed his mouth on the palm where the black poisonous blood had pooled.

gulp.

draft.

Two sips.

Three sips.

Until my originally pale complexion turned pitch black.

He finally releases his hand from the young man who drank his blood over and over again because he didn’t tell him to stop.

She just raised her hand.

And quietly.

I stroked his white hair.

“Now that’s enough.”

“….”

When she saw the two students looking at her with such sad eyes, she smiled faintly.

What kind of ending will this lead to?

Even she didn’t know that.

But I could tell.

This means that he has completed what he had to do.

Therefore, she hoped to feel more at ease.

I hope that his two disciples can even cut down the fate of a sword holder.

So, unlike myself, who has done nothing but cut, fight, and kill throughout my life, I hope to live a happy and peaceful life like others.

And…

…if there is such a thing as an afterlife, I hope you can live a different life than you do now.

It may be simple, but it holds a dream that cannot come true.

Lastly, I regret not being able to have a drink with my students.

The swordsman, who had fought against the world all his life, quietly closed his eyes, leaving the new era he had opened to his disciples.