The Fall of Daichi Sato
Chapter -26: The Fall of Daichi Sato
A Battle That Defined Fate
The grand hall of Daichi Sato's manor had become a war zone. The elegant furniture was reduced to debris, the wooden floors were scarred with deep sword slashes, and the scent of blood mixed with the burning aroma of whiskey.
Kim Han and Daichi stood opposite each other, both wounded but unyielding.
Han's coat was tattered, his body marked with fresh cuts. But his grip on his sword remained firm.
Daichi, breathing heavily, wiped a trail of blood from his mouth. Despite his injuries, his red eyes still burned with amusement.
"You've come far," Daichi muttered. "Stronger than I expected."
Han didn't respond. Words no longer mattered.
Only death did.
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The Final Exchange
Daichi lunged first, his white coat billowing as he struck with lightning speed.
Han barely dodged, feeling the wind of the blade as it sliced past his face. He retaliated instantly, driving his sword forward, aiming for Daichi's throat.
But Daichi twisted at the last second, countering with a powerful downward slash.
CLANG!
Their swords met in a violent clash, sending sparks flying.
Daichi pushed forward, his strength overwhelming. "Tell me, Han," he growled. "Do you feel it?"
Han gritted his teeth, muscles straining as he resisted.
"The hatred," Daichi continued, eyes gleaming. "The thrill of the kill. The fire in your veins. This is what we are!"
Han let out a breath, his voice ice-cold.
"You're wrong."
With a sudden burst of strength, he deflected Daichi's sword, breaking the deadlock.
Before Daichi could recover, Han spun—his blade a black flash in the dim light.
SLASH!
Blood sprayed into the air.
Daichi stumbled back, a deep gash across his chest.
For the first time, his smirk faltered.
Han didn't stop.
His sword was already moving again—relentless, merciless.
Daichi blocked once—twice—but he was slowing.
Han saw it.
And then—he struck.
A final horizontal slash.
A spray of crimson.
Daichi froze.
His sword slipped from his fingers.
He staggered, falling to his knees.
Blood pooled beneath him, staining his white coat.
He looked up at Han, breath ragged, a strange smile on his lips.
"You really did become a monster," he whispered.
Han stared down at him, expression unreadable.
"You made me one," he replied.
Daichi let out a weak chuckle, his body swaying. "I guess… it was always going to end like this."
His red eyes flickered one last time.
Then—he collapsed.
Daichi Sato was dead.
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Silence After the Storm
For a long moment, Han just stood there.
The man who had taken everything from him now lay motionless at his feet.
It should have felt satisfying.
It should have brought peace.
But it didn't.
The fire inside him still burned. The ghosts of his past still whispered in his ears.
There was no victory in vengeance.
Only emptiness.
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Miyuki's Decision
A slow clap echoed through the ruined hall.
Han turned sharply, his blade still dripping with blood.
Miyuki Sato stood in the shadows, watching.
She was Daichi's daughter. The only family he had left.
But her face was unreadable. No tears. No anger.
She stepped forward, heels clicking against the bloodstained floor.
"So, it's over," she said softly.
Han didn't respond. He wasn't sure if she would attack or simply walk away.
Miyuki met his gaze. "What now, Kim Han?"
He tightened his grip on his sword. "That depends on you."
Miyuki studied him for a long moment.
Then—she smiled.
"You killed my father," she said. "But I won't seek revenge."
Han narrowed his eyes. "Why?"
Miyuki exhaled, glancing at Daichi's lifeless body. "Because he was already dead the moment he became the man he was."
She turned away. "And because revenge… only leads to more revenge."
Han watched as she walked past him, her white hair flowing behind her.
She paused at the door.
"You're free now, Han," she said without looking back. "So what will you do?"
Han didn't answer.
Because for the first time in years—he didn't know.
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