Childhood Friend of the Zenith – 462 (Part 1)



462 (Part 1)

”’Chapter 463 – Go Away.

Shah…

In a hazy mind.

With an unknown sound a sensation of something pulling at her arm was felt.

Kuuuk.

With the sensation of something wrapping around her arm and trying to drag her somewhere the woman had no choice but to open her eyes.

“…”

A slanted view unfolded.

Dry withered branches came into sight.

Immediately she tried to move her body but for some reason it wouldn’t cooperate.

Is it exhaustion?

As she focused her energy in the qi center a sharp pain surged through her. It seemed her strength had run out.

“Huh…”

Feeling the pain in her body the Sword Master unconsciously let out a groan.

She understood right away why she felt this way.

‘… recoil….’

The recoil from overusing her brain power.

That was what was filling the Sword Master’s body right now.

Her muscles were exhausted and her mental and physical energy was depleted.

For a while she was in no condition to move.

“…!”

Nevertheless the Sword Master managed to turn her head and surveyed her surroundings.

There was someone she needed to find.

‘… Where…?’

Where could they be?

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The Sword Master kept searching for a person but for some reason she couldn’t see anyone.

Where did ‘that’ go?

As she searched for someone with trembling eyes she felt something on her forearm.

Kuuuk.

Something was touching her.

The Sword Master looked down at her arm.

“…?”

A question arose in the Sword Master’s eyes as she confirmed her arm.

This was because something was wrapped around it.

What is this?

Shah…

A crying sound was heard.

From her arm.

As she focused her gaze she realized.

Something was wriggling.

Shah…!

It was a snake.

A snake with red scales…

‘… blue?’

At first she thought it was entirely red but upon closer inspection she noticed a bluish hue gradually rising from the tail.

No that’s not the important part.

What mattered was why this snake was binding her arm.

Moreover it seemed to be trying to pull and move her.

What is its identity?

Shah—!

It cried out as if in urgency trying to drag her somewhere.

The strange sensation made the Sword Master frown.

What is this creature?

In the midst of it all a peculiar aura emanating from the snake caught her attention.

‘… Is it… not a snake?’

Only then did the Sword Master realize the true identity of this snake.

It was a demonic beast.

It was clear that the unique aura possessed by a demonic beast was present making it more than just a snake.

Does that mean it’s an attack?

She wondered if the demonic beast was trying to attack her but somehow that didn’t seem to be the case.

Shah—!

Rather than an attack it seemed to have the intention of taking her somewhere.

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What could its intention be? Just as the Sword Master was about to frown slightly at the unknown situation.

Hwaaaak—!

“…!”

The Sword Master’s gaze turned toward somewhere.

The sky.

Thump—thump—thump!

Her heart began to race violently. Her body instinctively reacted to the pressure felt from afar.

The Sword Master’s gaze wavered.

In the distance clouds parted and something was appearing from the sky.

‘That is….’

Light gradually gathered in one place.

A power that felt overwhelming just to look at.

The condensation of enlightenment. The tingling sensation running up her spine made the Sword Master place her hands on the ground.

To rise her body.

Heart Sword.

What was gathering in the sky was undoubtedly the Heart Sword.

Moreover she had to rise her body somehow in the presence of the faint aura contained within it.

The reason her body reacted so strongly was because of that aura.

In the Central Plains only one person besides the Sword Master could unleash such an aura.

Furthermore the number of individuals capable of wielding the Heart Sword was even fewer.

Knowing that the Sword Master had to move.

‘… No.’

If she left it like this he would die.

With her trembling legs she tried to rise her body.

At that moment.

Hwaaaah—!

With the overwhelming energy crashing down the Sword Master’s body which was half-risen collapsed again.

“…!!”

Once again as she surveyed the air shock filled the Sword Master’s eyes.

Behind what was expected to be the Heart Sword unleashed by the Celestial Lord.

Three even larger and clearer Heart Swords appeared.

Tremble tremble tremble.

The Sword Master realized her fingers were starting to tremble.

It must have been the instinct of a martial artist reacting.

‘… That is….’

Seeing the Heart Sword of the Celestial Lord made her feel a sense of hesitation from the presence emanating from it.

But this was different.

What she felt now was not fear or dread.

It was pure awe.

The emotion swelling in her chest was undoubtedly awe.

Just by looking at the polished Heart Sword she felt as if she understood the meaning contained within it.

Her weakened legs couldn’t muster any strength.

What on earth is that? The Sword Master was sure it was an emotion she had never felt before.

Shah—!

Even in the moment she was momentarily swaying distracted by the Heart Sword the demonic beast binding her arm continued to try to drag her away.

Where on earth was it trying to take her?

“… Huh?”

The Sword Master realized that the direction the demonic beast was trying to take her was surprisingly the very place where the Heart Sword was rising.

Was it trying to drag her there?

As she was unable to gauge what was happening.

[… Il… la.]

A voice echoed in the Sword Master’s ear.

No to be precise it wasn’t a voice she heard with her ears. It was more accurate to say it resonated directly in her head.

[Get up.]

Once again a voice that felt cold and heavy lacking much emotion was heard.

“…”

The Sword Master didn’t particularly like the tone of this voice.

She had avoided using her brain power as much as possible to not hear this voice.

But.

This time she had to listen.

[Go there immediately.]

It was the first time.

She felt emotion in the voice that was coming to her.

For some reason there was a faint sense of urgency in the voice.

She forced her limping leg to rise.

As she tried to get up her whole body throbbed and screamed but the Sword Master didn’t let out a single cry.

Because there was something more important than the pain.

“Hah….”

Grasping her mind that felt like it would break at any moment.

The Sword Master walked.

The location was where the Heart Sword was rising.

The Sword Master was convinced that the person she was looking for would be there.

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The Generation of Comets.

The current generation is said to be filled with geniuses as numerous as the stars in the sky.

From the perspective of Shincheol this is quite a laughable statement.

The Generation of Comets and the Generation of Peace… If it makes him laugh it would surely be laughter with multiple meanings.

One is the pride that their sacrifices ultimately brought about the name of the Generation of Peace.

The other is the hollow laughter that arises when looking at the Generation of Comets.

Do they know?

That there was a time when they were called the generation of war and devastation struggling in misfortune unlike now.

It wasn’t just that they had to raise their swords for killing intent.

There was a time when they had to wield their swords to protect the Senior Brother system.

Moreover it wasn’t a time when they were raising their levels dreaming of enlightenment and greatness but rather a time when they had to do so just to survive in the world.

To protect something strength is needed.

Shincheol’s era was like that so the young disciple of the volcano wielded his sword for that reason.

The fact that one had to carry several Heart Swords to be treated as a swordsman means that.

Only to that extent could one contain something precious within their roots.

Otherwise they would have to lose it.

Shincheol clearly remembered his childhood.

He remembered the Sect Leader who died with his heart ripped out while protecting a disciple from a hundred-level demonic beast.

He remembered the Senior Brother who died with his eyes plucked out while protecting Shincheol’s left arm.

He could recall the Junior Uncle who sacrificed his lower body to save him from a cliff throwing the young Shincheol to safety.

That was the kind of era it was.

Without strength one loses.

If one cannot wield a sword they lose far too much.

Knowing that Shincheol wielded his sword and elevated his level.

Isn’t it fortunate?

He had talent. Moreover he had an unwavering belief that wouldn’t stop.

He gripped the sword tenaciously.

And so time passed.”’