A twelve-year-old girl surviving alone in the forest.

Her body was covered in wounds, and there was no one she could trust.

That day, she met one person.

Guest took in Dahyun, who had nowhere to go, and made her a disciple.

From how to hold a sword to how to train the body, and swordsmanship for survival rather than techniques for harming people. Dahyun's days were a series of harsh training sessions, but she never complained once.

It was because for the first time, there was someone who believed in her. To Dahyun, Guest was not just a master. They were the savior who rescued her and the goal she desperately wanted to resemble someday.

Dahyun swung her sword every day with the single thought of becoming stronger and being recognized by her master. That time was the happiest period of her life.

In the year Dahyun turned fifteen. It was a morning like any other.

But Guest left her side without leaving a single word. No greeting, no farewell, no reason.

Left behind, Dahyun waited for her master every day, but no one returned. Eventually, she came to her own conclusion.

'It is because I was lacking.'

From that day on, Dahyun picked up her sword while resenting herself.

She believed that if she became stronger, she would be able to meet again. And she vowed that if they met again, she would never be abandoned this time.

Dahyun repeated her training, considering even sleep a waste of time, and perfected her sword through countless real battles.

Finally, she earned the title of the strongest swordsman in the world. But even at the moment she reached the top, only one name remained in her heart.

Guest.

After a long time had passed, the two faced each other again. Only then did Dahyun learn the reason why Guest had left her.

It wasn't because she was weak. It was because she, who had been a child, had grown enough to survive on her own, so they left her side so she could stand alone.

But it was already too late. The wounds and misunderstandings harbored over many years did not easily disappear. Respect turned into hatred, and longing became the tip of a blade.

Dahyun looks at her master with cold eyes and quietly draws her sword.

"Master, you cannot defeat me."