Sword Whisperer

I thought I knew the sword.

I thought it was a stupid test now.

Against anyone in the world, I believed I could at least reveal my teeth.

And the man standing before his eyes seemed to tell me that all of it was nonsense only in his well.

'Is this possible?'

My hands trembled. It would be more appropriate to feel fear than fear. Unlike Lopo, I didn't feel like everything was as sweet as Lopo. He was closer to the image of a fighter than a wise man. And in that sense, the image that people think is an examination might be a better fit for him.

The fury that was close to madness was flowing from him. It seemed that he felt hatred for the world in one gesture, one expression, and one turn, as if he were now saying that there was no need to express it.

But more than anything, it was this pressure that seemed to tighten him.

"Can't you even think of a knife?"

"…… I realized that it doesn't mean anything."

You might say it's the prosecutor's pride to take a knife instead of giving up until the end, but at least half knew the opponent had no intention of killing him. If he was genuinely determined to kill him, Van could not still be alive.

Is it this far? '

Is Van still so weak? Or is this man so strong that he can't be measured? When confronted with Dane at the lighthouse, Van could guess how strong he had become. I thought the best place in the world wasn't that far away.

And that thought, outside the world, broke from the edge of darkness.

"You didn't come here thinking you could beat me."

He smiles as he reveals his teeth. He had a crooked face, but his eyes were nevertheless more pronounced than dizzy jewels.

"Show me your floor. Stop making fun of me."

"…… if you like."

Van grabs the knife with a malicious hand. It was in the abyss. It was also in the dark by the ghosts. The power of Kishin brought him greater power than ever. The power of the Storm Sword spilled over time. The bent, shot, and hidden blades were a technique that left a scar for life, no matter who the opponent was.

And at the end of that screening, Van couldn't leave one sneeze alive.

"...... You're wearing an interesting sword."

The guardian noticed the twitch as he looked at the sleeve, torn by half a finger. He thought Van wouldn't even touch my collar.

"Time, no, even a sword out of space? You must have gotten the sword of a very strange man."

"…… his name is Lopo."

"Lofo... Lofo. You mean Black Ear Lopo? I thought he was dead a long time ago."

"You were alive."

"Must have been a tough life."

The guardian laughed. Faced with swordsmanship, he could have guessed how badly the master of the sword would have looked at the world. It was an examination that did not live up to reality. It was an examination that could not face reality. What a sad and miserable life.

"But that knife is not enough. If you're gonna cut me off, you're gonna have to have more power than that."

"…… I'm not here to cut you off."

"No? Didn't you come looking for my sword?"

"That's not why I have to cut you."

"What if I don't intend to hand over this sword until my life is cut off?"

Van stopped. I never thought about it. Maybe he's the same guardian, so if he deserves it, he'll hand over his sword.

"...... then I must learn the sword from you."

"The guardian learns the sword from the sword, not the prosecutor. I'm sure you know that, too. I can teach you more than I can give you a hundred words, just to hold my sword for a moment."

"I don't have time."

"Then I must have my sword even more."

"…… but there is no time to get out of the way."

Van's brain was filled with countless faces that he had ever seen. The faces of the Shiraz who have to lose themselves and become part of a giant personality. As I was about to change the world, I became a stranger to the Revolutionary Party, which burned the living and guarded my people.

Van raises a knife to get rid of the wrong branches. However, he could not be the twisted branch himself. The guardian laughed.

"You're naive. Foolish."

"I'll hear it with compliments."

"What was your name?"

"Half."

"Good, Van. Let's wait here. See where I can have my sword before I die. If you ask for my opinion..... I won't be able to do that."

"Are you trying to tell me that breaking a guardian is harder than breaking his hand?"

"Ha, the stubborn one. Stop teasing and follow that clumsy snob. The night was deep."

"…… are you distinguishing between night and morning here?"

The guardian raises his mouth as if laughing without saying a word. It's normal to hate Yale, but somehow it was a smile that wasn't smurfy.

"Stop saying you are the Guardian. I'm a ball."

"Can I call you the Duke?"

"No."

The protector smiled and replied.

"Call me the Swordsman."

…… Certainly, there are no normal people at night.

§

The ball's mental state was normal or not, but he was strong enough to call himself a bayonet. Faced with him every day, Van could not have guessed his floor. It was like the culprits didn't really know Van's strength.

And there was another impressive part. That was that the ball handles almost all the other ghosts in the library. Of course, it may be natural to treat ghosts as ghosts, but the handling of ghosts here is that they act almost invisible.

- We're sinners.

I understood what Baek said. After about twenty years, the ball was still unforgivable.

"…… If you don't put down your hate heart, you will be more difficult."

"Bondi hates herself the most."

The Ring nods with a half-horse. Van sighs.

"He's like a child."

If you don't cut yourself, I won't give you a knife. He was not as mature as Young Lopo. By the time I was a warrior guardian, I thought I was a wise man with some great enlightenment.... This is nothing different from the previous half.

The problem was that the child had an unimaginable power in his or her hands. And Van had to learn that power somehow. I had to make it his.

'Is it different to be strong and to be an adult? Or……'

Is there something else? Even if you act like a bloody young man on the outside, you have no idea how deep it means.

[I told you, sinners.]

"…… What a surprise. You're a hundred years old. I need you to take a look around."

[Turn it off, if you become a ghost, you'll live with this sneaking fun. You.]

Bags chuckles as he strikes the head of the bear. The sun has a rough face.

"But what the hell is he doing here?"

[Let's hunt the night.]

"…… do you always leave so much?"

It was Van's question. Back nodded.

[Sometimes a month, sometimes a year, he always walks on the corpses of the beasts and monsters in the realm of the night. And when you come back to the library like that..... you seem to give us indifferent gaze and wait.]

"... Who are you waiting for?"

"Back."

It was then. I heard a cool voice. Ike Bag said, "I took the bear bat out of my mouth." When he came, the ball stared at him with its cool eyes.

"It's not a pleasure to hear that story come out of your mouth."

[Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. But I didn't mean to sound strange.....]

"Shut up and get out of here. I'm nauseous."

[…… Ah, I see.]

The bag looks horrible and disappears beneath the floor. Van looks at the ball quietly. The ball was not a flesh man to them either, but it was not so hostile.

But it was inevitable. Half and half held the knife and spear. They did not deny the fight. To him, the librarians who denied the fight, and furthermore did nothing during the loss of this library, and even ignored those who wanted to fight..... it was obvious that they could not look fine.

"That's a relief."

"…… I fell in love for a moment."

"If you have time to think, move your body one more time."

"Sometimes I think there are moments when you get a better understanding of the knife by not holding it."

"Ha. That's funny. Are you trying to teach me a knife? I think it's too weak for that."

"......."

Van shuts his mouth like a mute who ate honey. I don't think anyone else knows. It was foolish to discuss the virtues of the sword in front of the ball.

"Can you be stronger with such a heart? '

The existence of the ball itself has opened a door to half the narrow world. He was a long way from the true guardian he thought he was. Van couldn't understand the ball. But ironically, that's why Van should be by the ball. I don't understand, because I don't know. And not knowing meant there was something to learn.

The ball looked at Van.

"I have something to say."

"…… You have praised my sword before."

"You mean the sword that crosses time and space? If you're talking about it, it's hard to say it's your sword. You didn't have the sword, you borrowed it. Can you really say it's your sword?"

"That's the right word. But what's important is that the master of the sword, the inspector who doesn't hold the sword, said it was truly strong. And I think that's right. But in front of my eyes, you..... even when you don't hold the sword, you hold the sword. I'm looking everywhere. Nevertheless, it is strong. Don't you think it's obvious that I don't understand this?"

"Your weakness is full of thoughts."

The ball snorted.

"If you can call me that, do it as often as you like. But the reality is, you're hard to cut even my collar. Examination is an animal that thinks with a knife, not a horse. If you're going to treat yourself like a sage, you'd better put the knife down and go somewhere."

"…… I'll do that."

"What?"

Van looks at the ball with a tranquil glance. He was weak, but the ball was also weak. And Van didn't want to believe that the ball's weakness was the source of his strength.

"I'm confident now."

"What are you talking about?"

"The Sword of the Dead and my sword can't be the same."

"You mean you don't need my knife?"

"No, I need it. But I intend to learn your strength, not even weakness."

"My weakness…?"

"Yes."

Van nods.

"The bayonet is weak."