Narrator
Some weapons...
Are forged from steel.
Some...
Are forged from legends.
But...
Only a few...
Are forged from something far more precious.
From memories.
From promises.
From love.
BGM: Soft Piano + Gentle Strings
Atmosphere: Peaceful Morning • Warm Sunlight • Emotional Silence
The morning sun slowly rose above Restart Village.
Golden rays passed through the leaves of the ancient banyan tree.
A gentle breeze moved across the mountain.
The sound of birds filled the quiet morning.
Chirp... chirp...
The village was peaceful.
But beneath that peace...
One place carried a special meaning.
The great banyan tree.
The tree that had grown above the resting place of the Legendary Dragon.
Liza.
V stood silently before it.
In his hands...
Was a small wooden bucket filled with water.
Slowly...
He poured the water onto the roots.
Shhhh...
The water disappeared into the soil.
V looked upward at the branches.
A soft smile appeared on his face.
"Good morning..."
"Liza Mom."
For a moment...
The wind became slightly stronger.
The leaves moved gently.
Rustle...
Rustle...
V closed his eyes.
He could almost feel her presence.
The warmth of her voice.
The kindness in her words.
The feeling of someone who always believed in him.
"My son..."
The memory echoed inside his heart.
"Power exists to protect..."
"Not to control."
V opened his eyes.
A determined expression appeared on his face.
Today...
Was not a day of sadness.
Today...
Was the day he would receive the final gift left by his teacher.
The weapon...
That carried a part of Liza's soul.
Inside the White family's home...
The atmosphere was different from usual.
Brald stood near the entrance.
His expression was calm.
But his eyes carried curiosity.
Lily prepared tea while watching everyone.
Little Tia sat beside V, looking excited.
"Big Brother..."
"Is your new sword coming today?"
V smiled.
"Yes."
"The sword Liza Mom left for me."
Tia's eyes sparkled.
"Then..."
"It must be amazing!"
Kai also stood nearby.
He looked toward V with a grin.
"I wonder what kind of weapon it will be."
"Maybe something huge."
"Like a sword bigger than you."
V laughed.
"I don't think I can even lift something like that."
Suddenly...
A sound came from outside.
Clack.
Clack.
Clack.
Slow footsteps approached the house.
Everyone turned.
Standing at the entrance...
Was a Dwarf blacksmith.
An old craftsman.
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His beard was long.
His arms carried the marks of decades spent creating weapons.
On his back...
Was a long wooden case.
Wrapped carefully in thick cloth.
The Dwarf looked at V.
Then...
At Brald.
"I have brought what was requested."
His voice was serious.
"But..."
"I must admit..."
"I still cannot understand what I created."
Brald invited him inside.
The Dwarf carefully placed the wooden case on the table.
Everyone gathered around.
Even Tia leaned forward with excitement.
"What is inside?"
The old craftsman smiled slightly.
"You will understand soon."
He slowly removed the cloth.
The room became silent.
SFX: Cloth sliding
Shhhhh...
The wooden case opened.
And inside...
Were two swords.
Twin katanas.
For a moment...
Nobody spoke.
The morning sunlight entered through the window.
It reflected across the blades.
Creating a silver glow.
They were beautiful.
But...
There was something unusual about them.
Something impossible.
The guards were shaped like elegant dragon horns.
The handles were wrapped in deep crimson and black.
The sheaths carried detailed patterns resembling ancient dragon scales.
Near the opening of each sheath...
Was the head of a sleeping dragon.
As if the weapon itself was alive.
Resting.
Waiting.
The blades shined like pure silver.
But beneath the surface...
Faint crimson lines flowed.
Like veins carrying blood.
Tia whispered.
"They look alive..."
The Dwarf slowly nodded.
"That is exactly what surprised me."
He looked at the swords.
"I have forged weapons for decades."
"I have created blades for warriors."
"Knights."
"Nobles."
"Even kings."
"But..."
"I have never seen anything like this."
He touched one of the sheaths carefully.
"When I tried to shape them..."
"They resisted."
Brald frowned.
"What do you mean?"
The Dwarf smiled bitterly.
"I mean..."
"They were not normal materials."
"I bent the metal..."
"It returned to its original form."
"I struck them with my strongest hammer..."
"The damage disappeared before my eyes."
SFX: Hammer strikes echoing in memory
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BOOM!
BOOM!
"I spent days trying to understand them."
"But eventually..."
"I realized something."
The Dwarf looked toward V.
"I didn't create these swords."
"I only helped them reveal their true shape."
Silence filled the room.
V slowly stepped forward.
The moment his hand touched the sword case...
Something changed.
A warm feeling passed through his fingers.
Not heat.
Not magic.
Something familiar.
Like someone gently holding his hand.
V's eyes widened slightly.
"Liza Mom..."
For a brief second...
He felt the same warmth.
The same feeling he had when she placed her hand on his head.
The Dwarf noticed his expression.
A small smile appeared.
"I thought so."
V carefully lifted the twin blades.
They were not heavy.
They felt natural.
Like they had always belonged in his hands.
He slowly pulled one sword from its sheath.
SFX: SHHHHHING...
The sound echoed through the room.
Not like ordinary steel.
It sounded like...
A distant dragon's whisper.
The air changed.
The atmosphere became calm.
V's body moved naturally.
His breathing slowed.
His feet shifted.
His posture changed.
Both blades entered position.
One facing forward.
One facing backward.
His body became perfectly balanced.
Martial Art: The Beginning Pose
For the first time...
The stance felt complete.
Not because V had changed.
But because...
The swords had completed him.
The Dwarf watched silently.
His eyes widened.
Because he understood.
These swords...
Had not chosen a warrior.
They had found someone who understood their meaning.
Narrator
A true weapon...
Does not exist only to cut.
A true weapon...
Carries the will of the one who created it.
And sometimes...
The strongest bond between a warrior and a sword...
Is not created through battle.
But through understanding.
The room remained silent.
Everyone watched V standing with the twin katanas.
The sunlight reflected across the silver blades.
The crimson lines beneath the steel moved faintly...
Almost like a heartbeat.
Thump...
Thump...
The Dwarf blacksmith slowly approached.
His expression was filled with respect.
"These swords..."
"They are unlike anything I have ever touched."
He looked at V.
"When they were with me..."
"They felt cold."
"They carried something heavy."
"Not hatred..."
"Not anger..."
"But..."
"Loneliness."
The room became quiet.
V lowered his gaze toward the blades.
For a moment...
He remembered Liza.
The ancient dragon who had spent thousands of years alone.
The guardian who believed she had been forgotten by the world.
But then...
She found a family.
She found a student.
She found a son.
The Dwarf continued.
"I wondered..."
"What kind of person would finally hold these swords?"
"Someone with endless power?"
"Someone with a heart full of ambition?"
"Someone who wanted to stand above everyone else?"
He shook his head.
"No."
"The moment they entered your hands..."
"Something changed."
His voice became softer.
"They became peaceful."
"Warm."
"They carry..."
"Kindness."
"Love."
"And the heart of someone who wants to protect others."
V gently held the swords.
A small smile appeared on his face.
The Dwarf bowed slightly.
"Now I understand."
"These swords..."
"Were always waiting for you."
The old craftsman turned around.
But before leaving...
He stopped.
"There is one more thing."
He reached inside his pocket.
From it...
He took out a small wooden flute.
He placed it in V's hand.
"When you feel anger..."
"Play this."
V looked at the flute curiously.
The Dwarf smiled.
"This flute carries a special magic."
"It cannot defeat enemies."
"It cannot destroy mountains."
"It cannot increase your strength."
"But..."
"When this flute is played..."
"The heart becomes calmer."
"Anger fades."
"The mind becomes clear."
"And even restless souls can find peace."
V looked at the flute carefully.
Then nodded.
"I understand."
The Dwarf smiled.
"Good."
Because he knew...
The person holding those swords...
Needed a weapon that protected not only his body...
But also his heart.
The old craftsman finally left.
His footsteps slowly disappeared.
Tap...
Tap...
Tap...
The White family's yard became quiet.
V stood beneath the banyan tree once again.
The twin blades rested in his hands.
The leaves moved gently above him.
BGM: Emotional Orchestra Begins
V looked at the swords.
"You aren't just weapons."
His voice became soft.
"You're Liza Mom's final gift."
He slowly raised both blades toward the sky.
The sunlight reflected across them.
"I'll give you a name."
A gentle wind passed through the tree.
"From today onward..."
"You shall be known as..."
Nethrakar.
"The Living Blades."
For a moment...
Nothing happened.
Only silence.
Then...
V reached into his pocket.
He took out a small knife.
Brald noticed.
"V?"
But V only smiled.
"It's a promise."
A tiny cut appeared on his thumb.
A single crimson drop formed.
Drip.
The blood fell.
Landing upon both blades.
For a second...
Nothing changed.
Then...
Deep heartbeat
THUMP...
The entire atmosphere changed.
The dragon-shaped eyes carved into the hilts slowly opened.
A crimson glow flowed through every engraved scale.
The hidden crimson lines inside the blades awakened.
Moving like living veins.
VFX: Crimson particles rising like glowing flames
The wind suddenly stopped.
The leaves froze in the air.
The sunlight bent around the twin swords.
Everyone stood frozen.
Tia's eyes widened.
"Big Brother..."
Behind V...
A transparent figure slowly appeared.
A massive dragon.
Its wings stretched across the sky.
Its golden eyes looked down at V.
Not with the authority of a master.
Not with the pride of a legend.
But with the warmth of family.
Liza.
V's eyes trembled.
"Liza Mom..."
The dragon's image smiled.
The two swords slowly floated from V's hands.
One circle.
Then another.
As if they were examining the person before them.
The entire world seemed to become silent.
Then...
The twin blades descended.
Their tips touched the ground together.
Like knights...
Kneeling before their chosen king.
SFX: Ancient bell-like sound
Chiiing...
The crimson light slowly entered the swords.
The blood disappeared into the steel.
The dragon eyes closed again.
Then...
A voice echoed inside V's heart.
A voice he would never forget.
"...My child..."
V's eyes became wet.
But this time...
They were not tears of sadness.
They were tears of warmth.
"I knew you were still with me..."
The voice gently answered.
"Of course..."
"I promised you."
"Whenever you face darkness..."
"I will stand beside you."
"Whenever your heart becomes heavy..."
"I will remind you who you are."
"Because I am..."
"Your teacher."
"Your companion."
"And..."
"Your mother."
The connection was complete.
From that day...
Nethrakar accepted V White as its true master.
Not because of his strength.
Not because of his bloodline.
Not because of his destiny.
But because of his heart.
No one else could command the Living Blades.
Even if someone stole them...
The swords would reject every hand except V's.
And whenever V called their name...
No matter the distance.
No matter the obstacle.
No matter how impossible it seemed...
The Living Blades would answer.
The Narrator
A sword chooses its master...
Not by power.
Not by status.
Not by fate.
But by the heart worthy of carrying its weight.
On that quiet morning...
A dragon's final promise...
Found its eternal home.
And beneath the ancient tree...
The first chapter of Nethrakar had begun.
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