The Swordmaster Wants To Live Peacefully [EN]: Chapter 291

Swordmaster Wants to Live Peacefully – Episode 290

Takehayasusanoonomikoto (9)

What story does the Eight-Span Sword [a legendary sword in Japanese mythology] hold?

It is, without a doubt, the tale of Yamata no Orochi [an eight-headed serpent or dragon in Japanese mythology].

A story of hatred and revenge, woven over countless years with a singular desire.

The burning rage was tempered, cooled, and reignited countless times.

After long years of forging, what was completed was a sword made solely to kill Susanoo [a powerful storm god in Japanese mythology].

A razor-sharp blade, the embodiment of hatred and rage, solely for the purpose of bringing down Susanoo.

[Unique World]

[Song of the Eight-Headed Dragon of Sea Destruction]

The song of a world born to erase the sea and storms resounds.

The eight heads roared.

The vast expanse of water trembled gently, and an intangible force pressed down on Susanoo, who had lost his reason, from all directions.

Susanoo knelt on one knee but soon rose again, swinging his massive sword.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

However, as Yoosungwoo swung his sword, the dragon heads moved, biting down to block it.

While the sword was stopped, Yoosungwoo swung the Eight-Span Sword mightily.

The surging river water, following the path of the blade, battered and lifted Susanoo’s sword.

Susanoo’s arms rose, strained by the force.

Yoosungwoo leaped from atop the dragon’s head into the wide-open chest, unleashing a burst of red sword energy.

Susanoo, struck in the exposed chest, staggered backward.

Landing again on the dragon’s head, Yoosungwoo infused the Eight-Span Sword with divine power.

The Eight-Span Sword was created from the world of Yamata no Orochi, and Yoosungwoo absorbed Yamata no Orochi’s divine power, amplifying his own.

Since the two forces were fundamentally the same, the Eight-Span Sword converted Yoosungwoo’s divine power into its own, unleashing that power upon the world.

“Hoo-eup!” [A sharp intake of breath, often used to focus energy]

Gripping the Eight-Span Sword tightly and swinging it, the river water surged once more along the path of the blade.

The surging water took the form of a dragon.

The freshwater dragon, jaws wide open, lunged forward and bit down on Susanoo’s neck.

Pressing down, slamming Susanoo to the ground, the other eight heads plunged down towards him as well.

Kwaaaang─!! [Sound effect for a massive impact]

A resounding roar.

Columns of water and droplets soared.

Yoosungwoo listened and watched it all, raising his sword high.

-Kuh, ah! Aaa─!

Susanoo rose.

Tearing apart the dragons binding him with both hands, he gripped his sword again.

He split the united sword back into two.

In his right hand, Amanomurakumo-no-Tsurugi [a legendary sword in Japanese mythology, also known as Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi], and in his left, Ame-no-Habakiri [another legendary sword].

Grasping the two divine swords, he raged, shaking heaven and earth.

Yoosungwoo engraved that scene in his eyes, inhaling deeply.

“…A soaring star is bound to fall.”

Yoosungwoo Style Swordsmanship, Second Form─

A single red star twinkled in the sky. A small ominous star that had previously soared with his swordsmanship.

Grabbing the remaining latent aura after soaring into the sky, he brought it crashing down.

As Yoosungwoo slashed his sword downward, the star in the sky fell towards Susanoo.

A streak of ominous light, a star-killing light, was etched into the void.

Falling Star.

A streak of crimson, ominous star fell in a straight line, plunging into Susanoo’s chest.

Following this, a deafening explosion battered the eardrums, engulfing the world and shaking heaven and earth.

As if a meteorite had fallen, the earth’s axis roared, driving the world to destruction.

Yoosungwoo, in that world drawing ever closer to ruin, gasped for breath, gripping the Eight-Span Sword with both hands.

“Let’s go.”

From within the soaring pillar of water, Susanoo approached, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light.

Even after taking such an attack, he didn’t die; his durability was truly incredible.

Or perhaps all deities were like this.

In any case, Yoosungwoo moved forward to tie up the loose ends.

Taking a step, he swung his sword, cutting Susanoo’s arm.

Taking two steps, he cut his legs.

On the third step, he cut off his head.

Removing the outer shell made of seawater, the small figure of Takehayasusanoonomikoto, wielding two swords, was revealed.

Though a giant, two heads taller than Yoosungwoo, he now looked infinitely small.

Susanoo must have felt it too.

That he was a small existence, and the one he faced was far too immense.

“Keuheo!” [Sound of strained breathing]

Susanoo exhaled a short breath and took a step.

Perhaps the two swords were too heavy, as he released one of them.

He let go of Ame-no-Habakiri in his left hand. Abandoning the heavier divine sword, he grasped Amanomurakumo-no-Tsurugi with both hands.

Yoosungwoo focused his power on the Eight-Span Sword, the True Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, which he originally held.

Both standing there felt that this was the end.

Violent river water and high tidal seawater collided, each claiming their territory.

The god of the sea and storms and the guardian deity of the eight waterways were on the verge of collision.

It was the point where the river and the sea met.

Yoosungwoo and Susanoo faced each other, and without a word, simultaneously took their final step.

Susanoo swung his sword from above.

He unleashed a single, well-honed swordsmanship towards Yoosungwoo.

Seagod Style.

Opening Wave.

What poured towards him was a wave that opened the world.

The wave that Susanoo had unleashed when he first descended from the heavenly realm of Takamagahara [the high plain of heaven in Japanese mythology] to the human realm.

A massive waterfall-like wave poured forth from Amanomurakumo-no-Tsurugi.

In response, Yoosungwoo swung his sword from below.

A human’s sword challenging a god.

Eight Swords.

Tying the Knot.

To mark the end of the world of gods.

A new sword that completely tied the knot.

A human’s sword, worthy of bringing closure to a chapter of mythology.

The Eight-Span Sword, Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, soared.

Tying the knot in Susanoo’s world.

Bringing an end to the stale, ancient tale of Susanoo and Yamata no Orochi with everything he had.

The sword falling from above and the sword soaring from below collided in the center, creating silence in the world.

Cancellation upon cancellation.

The intentions and divine power of the one trying to kill and the one trying to be killed became one, intertwined, creating a massive tangle.

And the beginning of the end was a small crack.

A hairline crack appeared on Susanoo’s Amanomurakumo-no-Tsurugi.

It was only natural.

Susanoo’s sword was fake, and Yoosungwoo’s sword was real.

Amanomurakumo-no-Tsurugi was a sword born from Susanoo’s forceful and artificial mythology.

Yoosungwoo’s Eight-Span Sword was a sword personally forged by Yamata no Orochi.

Two swords of different shapes and lengths. But the superiority was clear.

Crack─ [Sound effect for something breaking]

It was as if the sound of the sword splitting could be heard.

Yoosungwoo gritted his teeth and exerted even more strength. Drawing upon the will flowing from the Eight-Span Sword, he further strengthened his intention to draw out power and cut.

And finally, he reached the conclusion.

The Eight-Span Sword, Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, split the blade of the fake Amanomurakumo-no-Tsurugi and reached Susanoo’s neck.

The blade of the Eight-Span Sword severed Susanoo’s neck.

Without even a death cry, Susanoo’s head fell from his body, spinning once in the sky.

Yoosungwoo reached out, grabbed Susanoo’s hair, and lifted it high.

“Can you see it, Shuten-doji [a mythical oni or demon leader of Japanese folklore]! Yamata no Orochi! This is it, this is the ending I have created!”

The moment Susanoo’s head fell, the seawater that had filled the world subsided, and even the storm dissipated.

Only the calmly flowing river remained in the world.

Splash, splash.

Turning his head towards the sound of the water, Shuten-doji was staggering towards him from afar.

He was clearly not in good condition.

He had been caught up in the battle between Yoosungwoo and Susanoo, and his body was a complete mess.

Half of his upper body was torn off, and holes were scattered throughout his body, making it well-ventilated.

That he could still move was probably thanks to his desire to see the end.

But that too was coming to an end soon.

Shuten-doji, walking towards Yoosungwoo, knelt before him.

Tearfully and pathetically, he slowly opened his mouth.

“Yes, this is the ending I have longed for. Well done, Yoosungwoo. No, Sword God of the new era.”

Yoosungwoo calmly listened to what he had to say.

“Having beheaded one of the highest members of Takamagahara, one of the Three Noble Children [referring to Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo], and achieved divine feats, you deserve the respect of all the gods in the world. All who wield the sword will offer you worship and respect.”

“Those are embarrassing words.”

“You will have to get used to it. Even now, the faint divine power flowing from you… it seems that even the high and mighty Takamagahara is acknowledging that this place is now your domain.”

Hearing Shuten-doji’s words, Yoosungwoo raised his hand high, and the world truly moved.

Was it because he had killed Susanoo and seized his power?

The terrain he stood on changed from moment to moment, from the river to an island, from the island to a cliff.

Finally, he moved the location to the beach. It was the beach that Yoosungwoo and Shuten-doji had reached when they first set foot on the island.

“Do you have any last words to leave behind?”

“Please, use my father’s sword to behead me. I won’t last much longer anyway. I want even my small strength to be of help on the path you are taking.”

“…Are you really okay with that?”

“Yes.”

“Then I will send you off without pain.”

Yoosungwoo raised his sword.

And just before he struck, Shuten-doji said.

“…Thank you so much, my friend. My one and only companion in the world.”

“…I think so too.”

As the words ended, the Eight-Span Sword fell.

Whether it was what Shuten-doji wanted or not, the moment his breath was cut off, he turned into light and flowed into Yoosungwoo.

Yoosungwoo, accepting the power left behind by Shuten-doji, exhaled a long breath and raised his head.

The vast, cloudless sky, where the sun was positioned.

What the sun of Takamagahara signified was only one thing.

Amaterasu Omikami [the sun goddess in Japanese mythology] was there.

Soon, the moon rose on the opposite side. Tsukuyomi-no-Mikoto [the moon god in Japanese mythology], one of the Three Noble Children, also revealed himself.

Two gods with the sun and moon behind them.

The two gods, Susanoo’s siblings, whom Yoosungwoo had just killed, looked down at Yoosungwoo, standing on the river, fully armed.

‘Hmm, if I fight, I’ll die.’

Yoosungwoo immediately assessed the situation.

He had exhausted most of his strength defeating Susanoo just now.

If he were to face two more deities here, there would only be a miserable defeat and death in the future.

However, Yoosungwoo also had something to say.

Raising his sword, he said.

“Amaterasu, I have completed my revenge with legitimate authority. If you intend to avenge your brother, I will accept it… but surely you won’t cowardly take advantage of my weakened state? You so-called noble gods.”

Compete fairly, one-on-one.

And that too, when I am in perfect condition.

Yoosungwoo said so.

The moon and sun drew closer.

Soon, the two who had reached Yoosungwoo’s side wore contrasting expressions.

Tsukuyomi wore a faint smile.

Amaterasu had a complex and subtle expression.

Tsukuyomi spoke first.

“Put down your sword, we have not come to harm you.”

“…After arming yourselves like that?”

“We brought them along to defend ourselves in case you were not in your right mind after defeating Susanoo and attacked us, not to defeat you.”

Tsukuyomi was strangely friendly.