147 – Jinta (1)
I have been Lee Hyeong’s sword since I was born.
My blade, which is a reverse-edged sword, has opposite blades and swords, and was in a deformed form that was not suitable for the sword’s original purpose, which was murder.
I would be lying if I said I didn’t resent being born like this, but it didn’t matter.
Because the only master to whom I gave this body liked my body like this.
Although I have never or could not communicate with other swords, I am confident that I received more love from my owner than other swords.
Master always kept me by my side. Even when he was eating, sleeping, and doing secret things that could not be told to others, he was always by his side.
One regrettable thing was that there was nothing I could give back compared to the love my master gave me.
The first time I realized my helplessness was during a fight with a warrior holding a hammer.
If I had been an ordinary sword, I would have easily, if not easily, defeated an enemy, but since I was a reverse-edged sword, I was able to defeat it in a way that put a strain on the master’s wrist.
I was no help in the fight against that demon beast, so I had no choice but to watch my master’s fight from my waist.
It was shameful. A sword is a sword that must be fought and protected by its owner, but all I could do was watch while the owner fought and vomited blood.
This feeling of shame became even worse after the cursed beast child came.
[You are a useless sword….]
Even though she wasn’t really able to have a conversation with her, she whispered countless times into my ear that my master was sleeping.
I, who do not have a human body, cannot answer that question, but even if I could, I would not have been able to say anything.
How else can a sword that can only be watched from afar whenever its owner is in danger be described as a disabled sword?
As if the beast was not tired of it, it whispered insults to my sword every night when my master was asleep.
It was even worse on days when my master used me more during practice, and he stayed up all night, continuously spouting insults.
I couldn’t resist, so I could only listen, but it didn’t matter.
What mattered was not what she thought of me, but that the Master wanted me.
In a battle with a certain demon, I was finally able to serve as a decoy, but for the first time in a long time, I was able to help my master.
After that, the fight got more intense and he was left on the floor for a while, but I was more worried about the fact that his master had collapsed after the fight.
For several days, while people were busy moving around, I was left in the same place.
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I’m worried about my master, but unlike animals, I can’t move on my own, so I can’t even run to my injured master.
I was just standing here waiting for my master to come visit me, and I was just resentful of my helplessness.
A few days later, someone approached me late at night. At first, I thought it was my master and was excited by the joy of finally being able to return to my master’s arms… But….
[Were you here…? .]
What appeared was not the master, but the beast that always whispered to me that it was a disabled sword.
The beast lifted me up, stood silently for a long time, and then began to break my blade, little by little, starting from the tip of the sword.
[…] I didn’t like you from the beginning.]
The sword that the master loved is falling apart little by little. Even if I want to scream, I don’t even have the freedom to scream.
[Why was this the first time you met the owner? Why does the owner keep selling disabled swords like you?]
Spewing out such rage that it felt like a curse just hearing it, the beast broke all my sword blades and threw the hilt of my sword on the ground like throwing away trash.
[Now that I’ve done this, I can’t be by my master’s side anymore. Goodbye, Disability Sword.]
With that, the beast left me and went far away.
What happens to me now?
What little blade I had was completely broken, so I can’t be by my master’s side anymore?
The ominous future never leaves my mind. While someone whose name I didn’t know came to help me, a pain that didn’t even exist, as if my chest was being squeezed, took over my whole body.
A few days later, when I returned to my master’s side, he always kept me by his side, even though I was no longer even a sword, but I was deep down realizing that the moment of separation would soon come.
Painful moments tend to feel slow, but when this moment ends, perhaps because the worst future of separation from my master awaits me, the day passes as quickly as one minute.
The beast that made me like this did not stop whispering to me every night, even when his victory was confirmed. He said that soon you would be abandoned and that only I would be the master’s sword. He never got tired of whispering to me every night.
I hate this guy.
I want to rip that snout that spews out vicious words towards me.
I want to turn the sword into powder so that it can never be used again, just like what happened to me.
I want to cut my face to pieces so that I can never raise my face in front of my master again.
But no matter how much I wish, I don’t have the power or the freedom to do that.
Time passed in an instant, unable to do anything and just harboring hatred, and the moment of separation finally arrived.
[What kind of failure is this? !!]
From the hilt of the sword, the voice and emotions of the spirit that was defeated by my master were conveyed to me.
The words insulting my master, the deep feelings of hatred and contempt, even though it is my master’s sword, are you saying I have no choice but to just ignore these things?
From now on, I will leave it to that beast to punish those who insult my master….
[I don’t like it….]
“…… Huh?”
The first thing I said out loud was denial.
I don’t like it.
I don’t want to be separated from my master.
I don’t want to watch this unknown guy swearing at his master.
I too want to become the master’s strength like that beast.
More… I want to be with my master for even a minute and a second.
That was the only thought.
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“W-What’s going on?!!”
The words that Jessica inadvertently came out of her mouth were probably what everyone was thinking.
At first, I thought this was part of the ritual of offering a sword, but the expression on the face of the spirit in charge of the ritual was unusual.
No, beyond what was unusual, part of the spirit’s body was sucked into Yeongta’s side. This was clearly an abnormal condition for the spirit as well.
“My, my strength… !! No!!!”
The spirit waved his hand as if shaking off her arm that was trying to hold onto his body and was freed from the light of the spirit.
However, his right arm did not exist, perhaps because a significant part of his body had already been taken away.
“All of you… !! What kind of sword did you bring?! I’ve never heard of a sword like this that absorbs the power of spirits….”
The spirit whose right arm was taken away shouted in resentment, but this situation was completely unexpected even for me, the owner.
Yeongta is an ordinary sword with no special features except that it is a reverse-edged sword.
It is not impossible that Otar used some special material without telling me, but it was safe to say that it was infinitely close to zero.
‘What on earth is happening? This didn’t happen in the original either….’
The spirit, the owner of this place, was unable to absorb the spirit’s body in the midst of a situation that I, who had knowledge of the original novel, had no idea about, so Yeongta changed the target and pulled out something from the sword around him.
The mysterious light flowing from the sword stuck like a tombstone nearby, although it was small and weak and could not even be compared to the spirit’s light, seemed very similar to the spirit’s light.
‘It was said that everything that has a form has a soul….’
So, is the light emanating from those swords the souls of those swords, and is Yeongta eating them?
As the souls of all the swords around were sucked in, the light emanating from the hilt of Yeongta’s sword began to focus in one place and changed into a blade-like shape.
When I saw Youngta’s newly appeared figure, my feet automatically started heading towards where Youngta was.
“Lord, master!! Can not be done!! “You must not go!!”
Nanga, who had suddenly changed into human form, tried to stop Jina for some reason, but she couldn’t stop when Yeongta was shining like that.
I let go of Nanga who was holding onto my body and continued towards the altar, stopping right in front of the altar in front of the pedestal that held the bowl.
Like the legendary sword from Western legends, Yeongta’s blade, which was led to the ground, was emitting a blinding light.
The light was so strong that I couldn’t see the blade clearly, but I could feel it. That shining sword was clearly the blade of a reverse-edged sword.
‘I don’t know what’s going on….’
If for any reason Youngta, who I thought we would break up with forever, comes back, there is only one thing I can do.
I grabbed the hilt of Yeongta’s sword and pulled it out, shouting Yeongta’s new name at the top of my voice.
“Let’s go, Jinta!!!”
When Jinta was pulled out from the pedestal, the sword radiated an even more intense light than before, illuminating the dark sky. Just like the spirit did, the light gathered in one place and began to take the shape of a human being.
“… ….”
Black hair as soft as silk and skin as white as snow contrasting with it.
The neat and distinct features had a deep elegance that exuded dignity just by standing there.
“Master….”
Jinta slowly approached me and held my hand. She then fell into my arms and suddenly began to shed sad tears.
“… I won’t fall off now. “I will remain by your side until the end of my life.”
I thought to Jinta, who made that promise in her sorrowful voice, as I held her affectionately.
I will never lose Jinta again.
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