Chapter 131. Fight to the Death (1)
Saionji Keito stood in the middle of the ruined building, aiming his bow.
From what Kang Yujin had heard earlier, that was the Constellation Armament of the S-rank Constellation ‘Pure-White Hero.’
Its name was Gandiva.
Originally, it had been the bow of Shiva, the God of Destruction.
It was one of the greatest legendary bows ever spoken of, and in mythology, Arjuna had used it to defeat countless enemies.
If he’s been using it continuously this whole time... does that mean he has permission to use Maximum Manifestation?
A Constellation Armament grew stronger as the Bond Rank with its Constellation increased.
Only one Contractor, the one most cherished by that Constellation, could reach the level of ‘Maximum Manifestation,’ allowing them to wield the Armament freely without restrictions on time or ability.
In other words...
Keito was the ‘Pure-White Hero’s’ most favored Contractor in the world.
Even so...!
Kang Yujin bit his lip and advanced.
At that moment, another Brahmastra came flying toward him.
It’s weaker!
He had realized something.
Brahmastra possessed enough destructive power that Kang Yujin couldn’t block it without [Heavenly Splendor Great Thunder].
However, to increase its firing rate, Keito had to reduce its power.
Right now, Keito was rapidly firing Brahmastras to stop Kang Yujin from approaching.
But in exchange...
each one was considerably weaker.
Then...!
Kang Yujin activated [Heavenly Splendor Great Thunder].
Unlike before, however, he didn’t pour much internal energy into it.
That alone was enough to destroy the weakened Brahmastra.
“Keito!”
And finally...
he closed the distance enough to see Keito’s expression clearly.
“Yujin.”
Inside a building whose ceiling had collapsed open to the sky, Kang Yujin faced Keito.
Keito looked at him with the same cold expression as before.
There was almost no emotion on his face.
He seemed less like a person and more like an inorganic weapon...
a machine designed solely to defeat whatever stood in front of it.
“So you came back after all.”
“Were you waiting for me?”
“I wasn’t expecting it, but I had a feeling.”
As they spoke, Kang Yujin suddenly noticed someone collapsed in a corner.
Yuuki Hina?
A member of the Tenka Four Heavenly Kings.
The woman he had once fought on a rain-soaked street.
Yuuki Hina, wearing her black kimono, was unconscious with her back against the wall.
“What happened to her?”
“Yuuki joined us a little later. Unlike the other Four Heavenly Kings, her physical abilities are relatively poor. It seems getting through the flames to reach me wasn’t easy.”
There was no emotion in Keito’s voice.
“By the time she arrived, the rest of us had already reached an agreement.”
“You decided to defeat us here and swallow Korea?”
“Yes.”
Keito continued.
“But Yuuki objected.”
"..."
“She told me to stop fighting. She said that if I continued like this, I would reach a place I could never return from.”
Keito shook his head.
“She kept saying things I couldn’t understand.”
“So what did you do?”
“I intended to ignore her.”
Keito looked toward the unconscious Yuuki and spoke without the slightest emotion.
“Then she said she would stop me by force if necessary and attacked.”
"..."
“So this is what happened to her.”
Keito’s gaze remained cold.
“Truly foolish.”
Hearing that, Kang Yujin finally understood what had happened.
“The foolish one is you, Keito.”
“What did you say?”
“Do you really think Yuuki attacked you because she believed she could stop you by force?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Yuuki knew from the beginning how this would end.”
Yuuki was certainly a skilled Contractor.
But she was no match for Keito.
There was no way she hadn’t known that.
“She attacked you intending to lose from the start.”
“I don’t understand. Why?”
“She probably hoped that seeing her fall because of you would make you feel something. Anything.”
Kang Yujin looked at him coldly.
“Seems like it didn’t work at all.”
He felt deeply irritated.
And remembering how he had rejected Yuuki’s request before only made that irritation worse.
“Yuuki was worried about you.”
“Worried? Why would Yuuki, who is much weaker than me, need to worry about me?”
“That way of thinking is exactly why she was worried about you, you idiot.”
Back then, Yuuki had told him.
Fight.
Grow stronger.
Fight.
Grow stronger.
That had been Keito’s entire life.
She had asked Kang Yujin for help because she feared that if things continued like that...
Keito would eventually go somewhere he could never return from.
“People tell me I’m reckless all the time too.”
Kang Yujin stared straight at him.
“But you’re worse than I am.”
"..."
And then...
Kang Yujin finally realized something.
So that was it.
He had never particularly wanted to become close to Keito.
Even so, whenever Keito kept approaching and provoking him...
Kang Yujin had simply let him.
He had never felt like coldly pushing him away.
Now he understood why.
This bastard really is... another version of me.
With that thought, Kang Yujin slowly tightened his grip on the flail.
Seeing that, Keito raised Gandiva.
Their weapons were completely different.
And yet...
Kang Yujin somehow felt as though he were staring into a mirror.
“Keito.”
“What?”
“In this fight...”
Kang Yujin hardened his resolve.
“I’ll show you the decisive difference between you and me.”
Then he kicked off the ground.
At last, the real battle began.
Keito used Gandiva to keep Kang Yujin from approaching.
Kang Yujin drew on as much internal energy as possible and tried to break through the relentless barrage.
Watching the battle on the enormous screen, I slowly spoke.
“Pure-White Hero, I respect your way of thinking.”
"..."
Arjuna silently looked at me.
Feeling his gaze, I continued.
“Keito is certainly an excellent warrior. The way he coldly defeats every enemy and continues to struggle could be called the image of a warrior representing this era.”
“Yes. That is how I see him.”
“You seem to find something noble in a person like that.”
I looked directly at him.
“Am I wrong?”
“No, Nameless King. You are correct.”
“But, Pure-White Hero.”
I addressed him by his Constellation name.
“I believe Keito is walking the wrong path.”
“What did you just say?”
For the first time, Arjuna looked genuinely dumbfounded.
“The wrong path? Are you saying a warrior recognized by me, Arjuna, is wrong?”
“Yes.”
I nodded.
Then I used even harsher words.
“He is utterly misguided.”
“Hah.”
For the first time, Arjuna’s endlessly calm expression twisted.
One corner of his mouth lifted in disbelief.
“This is absurd. It seems everything I said until now was wasted.”
“That isn’t true.”
“Enough. I’m disappointed.”
“Then answer me this, Pure-White Hero.”
Arjuna was probably expecting me to say something like,
Even so, Keito isn’t a righteous person.
Instead, I asked him clearly,
“Do you think Keito has been happy while fighting all this time?”
“What?”
“Forget happiness, then.”
I continued.
“Do you think he has even felt fulfilled?”
"..."
For the first time, Arjuna looked caught off guard.
“Keito has defeated countless enemies throughout his life.”
I stared at Keito’s face on the giant screen.
“Did he look like he found any meaning in those victories?”
“That...”
“I’ve watched Keito for a while.”
My voice remained calm.
“And I realized something surprising.”
Keito’s face filled part of the enormous screen.
“He has always lived an empty life.”
"..."
“He never looked even slightly happy.”
That was the truth.
Even now, Keito’s face showed no emotion whatsoever.
He looked so lifeless that calling him a machine wearing human skin wouldn’t have felt strange.
“Keito doesn’t even have a favorite food.”
Arjuna remained silent.
“When he chooses something at a restaurant, he simply picks whatever catches his eye first. For example, the item at the top of the menu.”
I had once watched Keito eat an American breakfast at the hotel in Jongno.
At the time, I had simply thought he was comfortable eating Western food.
Only after observing him more carefully later had I realized the truth.
Keito had simply ordered the first available breakfast option listed in room service.
“If someone pours him alcohol, he drinks it. But he never thinks, I want a drink.”
I continued.
“He has no hobbies. He doesn’t pursue women. He doesn’t seem to take pleasure in anything.”






