Sword Whisperer

[…… Amazing sword.]

The ghosts acknowledged Van's sword purely. It was the sword that had to be. I didn't even understand it as' construction 'exactly, but they knew that half the knives were not already at the level of common sense.

There's no odds. They realize he's staying in a different dimension than they are, just by looking at Van's sword once.

Nevertheless, their blades did not easily return to the sword. Van looked at them with an agitated eye. I don't know why I can't back off in this situation, but I can't go back to this either.

The best thing Van could do for them was not to attack first. Van gave them a chance. Even now, they can reap to reap the sword, and retreat to retreat.

[Are you here to receive the Guardian's sword?]

"Yes, I am."

[What would you ring if you had that knife?]

"I want to cut what I have to cut."

Van quietly replied.

"For too long, I did nothing."

[……] Is man still trying to change the world?]

The ghosts groan. They only record the past, but they are the remnants of the past. He asked in a gloomy voice.

[Do you know how many people said they would change the world?]

"Are you saying that the world doesn't change?"

[It doesn't change. It can change. But at any moment..... it can't be perfect.]

"Nevertheless, we know that perfection is human nature. …… And, I don't want to change the world because I want the perfect world. That's because I have someone I need to save."

[.......]

The ghosts circled around Van without saying a word. Half of the conversation didn't go wrong. He could see how long he had been holding the knife and how devoted his life to it. They knew that it was not possible to simply listen to the voice of the sword, with the blood of Sunwoo.

They slowly exchanged views with each other. And I put the knife in the knife as if I had no choice. It may be a way to keep fighting like this, but there was no reason to do so. Van followed them and asked with a knife.

"Was it a test?"

[…… No, it was a bluff.]

One of them replied.

[To scare you away.]

§

Why did they try to drive him out? Van chose to follow them instead of looking for answers to him. The Karlsmori Library was crowded with numerous libraries besides them. No, they were ghosts, not librarians, to be exact.

"…… I thought you'd have a lot of time."

I didn't know there were many here. The Karlsmori Library was filled with the spirits of the dead. Some of them were classifying books as if they were nothing different from their previous lives, while others sat still without doing anything. And someone even stared at him without saying a word.

The reasons for each were different, but they were all strange. But the ghost can't seem normal, so in a way, I didn't know it was weird. They were strange, and that's why they were normal.

Maybe his parents are really here, too. Van looked at the faces of the ghosts, filled with an unknown passion. And then I found out he didn't know my parents' faces.

"There's something I want to ask you."

[Is it about your parents?]

I looked back half as if one of the ghosts already knew everything. Van nods. Unconcealed excitement was buried in his voice.

"...... Are you here?"

I want them to be, I don't want them to be again. And the ghost looked at Van quietly.

[Ghost is nothing but debris after all.]

He said in a loud voice.

[Even if they're here, they're not your parents.]

"Even so, I'd love to meet you. I grew up without even seeing the rest. I don't need a voice and a face to remember."

[..... do you see those?]

Van turns his head to the Ghost's question. There was a wall with numerous wooden sashes. It was not difficult to know what it was.

"…… Seon-woo's stand."

[On the day before the apocalypse, all the librarians didn't forget to blossom on that wall.]

"Are there any of my parents?"

[But let's find out for ourselves.]

"…… Let's meet the Guardian first and then……"

[He's not here. I won't be back for a while.]

The ghost replied. It didn't seem like a lie. Van looked at him slippery, and the ghost suddenly smiled.

[Looks like we're running out of time.]

§

"…… I didn't expect to see Sunwoo's book."

"Stand." "

Van looks strangely. They called the wall of Sunwoo the wall of sunwoo. Van touches the hand of Sunwoo in my arms. A murmur quietly asked him.

"Did you write a line on the paddle?"

"…… No."

"I used it once...... but I didn't think it was a spirit. I scratched it with a knife."

I looked at the paddles with a strange expression.

"It's a strange thing. Obviously, when I wrote that sentence, I didn't want anything more to represent my life than this..... but it started to feel really cozy a few months later."

"Life is always going to change."

"If that's the case, I need to give you five paddles per person. At every crucial point in your life, you can use one hand at a time."

Van didn't answer. He looked down at the two paddles held in his hand.

'The fever says. The moment it burns, it loses its thick value. But if you don't light it, the charcoal is worthless.'

'Suya says. My husband is a bullshitter.'

"You guys are weird."

Van mutters. My father's words, which seem plausible, have lost light for a moment because of my mother's words. But it is simply because of his favour to them that they feel more like they are breathing. Or something else.

[You're looking at those paddles again.]

It was then. A doorman approached the bear barracks and looked down at them. His name was Baek. The bag smiled, facing half the sun.

[Strange stuff. When I think about it, it's really just graffiti with all the bullshit on it, and I think that one person can only leave one word in my life…… it seems to mean a cost.]

"…… Is your stuff here, too?"

[Well, maybe.]

"Where are you?"

[I won't let you know if I have one. Is there anyone else who wants to show me my diary?]

I had some understanding of what Baek said. Van watches the Bear Barracks of Burning Bag. Do ghosts smoke? So, is that cigarette a trinket or a trinket?

"It's worth losing value when it burns, and it's worth it when it burns. My father said."

[Yes. Then what about Carl?]

"…… according to my father's logic, a sword loses value when it is buried in blood…… and it will only have value if it is buried in blood."

In some ways, there was a similar aspect to Lopo's teaching. A sword that is completed without slashing. If Lopo hadn't even touched the sword, when could he have touched it?

I wanted to see the Guardian as soon as possible. I didn't know how many answers he wanted in the sword, but at least it was clear that the sword would hold more than any sword in the world.

"When is the Guardian coming back?"

[If you ask me that, I know. The Guardian will understand.]

"…… I thought this place would be a bit quieter."

I didn't think of the existence of ghosts. So maybe he's alone guarding this library. In front of that thought, the bag shook its finger.

[Don't think he won't be lonely because there are ghosts.]

"… but it's a bit naked, isn't it?"

[Marvel?]

Bags laughed as if he heard something funny. He shakes his head.

[Among those who shouted the sword, in the eyes of the one who held the library with the sword, what do these ghosts look like?]

"......."

[We're not his family. To be precise, he better not be looking at us as a family.]

We're sinners.

The bag murmurs. Van looks into my hand without a word. If they were sinners, his parents were sinners, too. It was a topic I didn't want to think about.

His parents seemed pretty sure he wasn't in the library once. If there had been, there was no reason not to appear before him. You may wander the streets looking for them, but for now Van has focused on the mission he was given.

He waited for a guardian every day. Two months, maybe more time than that. It was quite difficult to count the dates here without the sun rising.

And that's it. One day, when I was sleeping in the dark, I didn't know whether it was morning or night, Van quietly opened his eyes. Neither the noise nor someone woke him up, but the prosecutor's instincts woke him up.

You have the sword. Lopo's Bamboo Sword. Willen's attitude. The hallucinations of glass. Long Sword with Kishin. And the protection Eugene made. Half of the room is filled with the five swords, sitting in front of the library, waiting for the opponent.

The skin tingles. If you lose your mind for a second, a terrifying force that looks like you're about to tear out is emanating from your opponent.

It was when he turned around the walls of the library and stood in front of the porch, but the two had been feeling each other for a long time.

It was a corpse of superficial molluscs. The unsprung beard and hair grew violently, and the almost vine outfit, unlike the pristine outfits of the ghosts, made the north perish and realize how long it had passed.

He walks. He approaches Van one step at a time, indifferent as if he was invisible, and Van slowly wakes up.

"…… good to see you. It's called a half."

I was half the one who said hello first. He looked at Van without saying a word. His long worn eyes contained knives and hardened hands on his waist.

"…… hmm."

"!"

It was the moment my man touched my beard. Van pulled out the glass right away without thinking. Then he swung his sword into the air with power.

And in return, he rolled the ground to become dirt.

'.... What was it?'

I trembled at the sudden shock. I don't even know what the hell I spilled. No, I couldn't even spill it. It was a huge hit to spill. To the extent that his intentions remain unrecognizable.

Van bites his lips. I didn't need to have a conversation, I just found out that I just shared a knife. Van recalls all the experiences he had gone through. I recalled the life of all the inspectors who taught him. Given their weight, it was right that even if the defender was the opponent, it should be possible to at least 'hold' them.

'No, you're wrong.'

The man is coming. The prosecutor is coming. Van only felt like he knew what a real 'test' was. No matter what sword you lift, no matter where you walk, no matter how you swing, you can't see Saint-Royal.

Absolute violence that could not protest was slowly approaching him with his eyes closed.

A man twists his tail.

"That sucks."

That was his first encounter.