Sword Whisperer

"I'm weak?"

The ball laughs. I had barely heard it in my entire life, and I was no longer expecting to hear it from a kid like Van.

The ball knew my strength. The strength he had right now was such that no strong man in the kingdom could easily come up against him. Maybe by the end of the week. To be honest, he was confident that he would win even if he faced him.

But Van sees him and says he's weak. The ball rarely felt this conversation coming true. Van is not stupid. It is not foolish to measure the gap in power between them. But how can he say that he is weak by looking at him?

How can you talk about his weakness and have a confident eye?

"The Sword is strong. Not many people in the world will be able to get that sword. But it's awkward to swing it. When you put the knife down, in a situation where you can't swing it, can you still describe yourself as strong?"

"It's a meaningless assumption. There will be no moment when the knife falls from my hand. I am the sword. How can you take the sword away from me?"

The ball replied in a blatant voice. But why, even with that flawless confidence in front of him, he still doesn't look so big.

Van asked.

"You asked me to call it a body. Yes, I admit it. You are strong as a prosecutor. But what's wrong with you as a person?"

"Huh, are you asking me for my strength as a man? I don't live as a man, I live as a prosecutor."

"That doesn't mean you can't deny that you're human?"

Every time Van's question was followed, the ball's eyes lost more and more light. The human faults, which cannot be hidden with the pride of the sword's extremists, do not seem to be visible beyond its black eyes.

Van didn't laugh at the ball's defects. He lost family and friends, and spent decades in this library, which was only a ghost. His human life lacked much, and so his flaws were rather noble.

But even so, it was also absolutely natural that the ball could not be pleased with such things as the Lord's tribute to defects.

"You have coveted my sword."

The ball's eyes became fierce.

"But how do you intend to discuss my life?"

"For the prosecutor, the sword is life. So life is also a sword, of course. It is absolutely natural for me to look at the life of the Swordsman."

"... when I couldn't think of a knife and me, I shook my head, and it was so cool. All I have in my head is a weak idea! I only heard the knife, and it's no different from the tablecloths who used to do tablecloths there!"

The ball turns its back with a ferocious step.

"Follow me."

He growls.

"If you want to see my life that much, that's good. I'll show you."

§

The ball left the library intact. Looking at the back of his anger, the sun was restless. He roars in a small voice.

"What are you going to do, brother, against your guardian?"

"If you plant a twist in a word, you'll end up bumping into it one day."

"No matter how hard you scratch, you can't make crumbs!"

"You'll see. Make a crumb or scratch a cool spot."

Van didn't keep his voice down. Lowering it would not have prevented the ball from hearing its voice, and above all, it was also angry with the ball.

To be precise, it was disappointing.

'You mustn't be incomplete.'

It may be a selfish idea. No, it's definitely selfish greed. However, even if I peeked at his violent taste in the Guardian's shadow, I still expected the wisdom of the one who realized all the benefits beyond that cruelty.

But the day the ball faced me was just miserable. Of course, how miserable is life to live every day in a place like this where no one lives, but he shouldn't. He should have found light in that misery, in this night, somehow. Just as Lopo planted an apple tree, the ball also had to have its own apple.

So that Van can also have hope and dream of the future.

If you realize the power of the sword, if you keep going, you'll be able to drive away all the clouds you've never wanted to give him a spot of sunlight in his life. save Anya, save a world of conflict, create a world where everyone around her can't get hurt.

"What do you think the night is?"

The ball asked. Van didn't answer right away. He thought slowly and replied late.

"I think it's hell."

"Why?"

"All the rules fall under the shadow of the night. Trees eat animals, the ground flows, the sun doesn't rise. So how can you not call this hell?"

I've spent the last 20 years hunting at night. "

The ball said.

"And there's one thing I realized at the end."

"What is it?"

"Find out for yourself."

"…… Yes?"

"A month."

The ball replied.

Live a month. I cut every night. And come back. The story will continue at that time. "

"…… a month?"

"And if you want to talk, I don't believe you two will pair up and go around like cowards."

"…… Yes?"

Of course, even the cheerleader who was by his side was surprised and raised his head. The ball killed him.

"Come in if you don't have yourself."

§

Van did not reject the ball's proposal. In the first place, I was not joking with the ball, and if I experience the night more directly as the ball said, I might learn something new.

- And if you're going to take that revolutionary stinking sawdust, stop. I'd rather not, but I can't.

He borrowed the power of White Flame to make it worth living at night. When asked how a living person lives in the realm of the night without white salt, the ball replied:

— Do I look like I'm living on a white salt loan to you?

If Nahar can burn everything out, the real prosecutor should be able to read everything he's trying to hurt me, the ball said.

And as a result, half of them were virtually nothing but knives. He looks down at the body of the deer in front of him. A deer, though, was a giant monster with a wooden leg that dizzied with a horn of steel. If I had a normal scam, I couldn't easily put it in my mouth.

'.... Has he always lived with this meat in his mouth?'

Van rips out the deer's chops and looks at it. It may not seem very different from the other deer's flesh, but if you look closely, you can see that the energy of the night inside is quickly spreading like poison.

Every time Van's blade moves, the night's energy bursts into tears. It was hard to get rid of the traces of the night, but if you bake well enough, you can eat without escaping.

'It's just a temporary relief.'

I don't know for a second. If I had to settle a meal like this for the rest of my life, I wouldn't feel like living. The night was certainly not a place for people to live.

The deer is gone. I took out all the energy of the night with my own blood, but the meat was still full of disgusting flavors, as though it would not give my predator any joy. Should I say it feels like eating old, restful meat? The texture is tough as eating the stuffiest part, and the disgusting taste of oil spills out of the fat.

It was quite hard to eat him without seasoning. Meat was different, sometimes grazing seaweed-like textures, but half always had to spend a day with the feeling of belly fluttering.

'How could I have thought of living in a place like this?'

Van's face fainted. I didn't have any appetite, so I didn't even take care of my chin properly. I wondered if his body would be better.

The beasts I encountered every day were also beasts. They were the worst opponents if there was reason, if there was no reason. A roaring woman with long limbs like a branch, and a worm that digs through the earth and trees and swallows him up in one mouth. There were too many things of horrible appearance to deal with and leave without even thinking about.

…… but that doesn't mean there were just horrible things at night.

"Come on. Are you human?"

A raccoon with butterfly wings flies in position like a hummingbird. Half of the people who thought about bellowing it for a while took their hands off the knife.

".... What is it?"

"Human beings are at the yoke of Ottoke, aren't they? That's absurd..."

I tell him raccoons are ridiculous. Anything can happen at night, but it has to be a truly fishy landscape. A raccoon flew around half an inch. Van asked with a cold expression.

"What are you raccoons doing?"

"You, raccoon! That is so blasphemous! You are a compassionate fairy, no matter how you look at this body!"

"... I don't think it's a fairy, no matter who sees it."

"This is why you can't come from beyond the lighthouse. Only the world knows how to be right. Chet."

Raccoons made it look uncomfortable to plant, revealing it. Van laughed in vain because it was a threat that was not so threatening.

"You're telling a funny story. From our point of view, you're beyond the lighthouse."

"Hm, they set their own rules to play around."

"…… their own rules?"

"I won't tell you! Haha! Medicine? Raise your pills!"

Raccoons flee with their wings flanked. Van watches the raccoon's breaded ass move away with a shivering expression.

'.... There is no way to catch the night.'

Sometimes it's like a childish dream, but sometimes it's like a nightmare of someone who's been through all kinds of lavatories.

What the hell was the ball thinking while hunting at night? What kept him here?

The night was more dangerous than I thought, but at the same time more peaceful than I thought. As soon as all the seeds of the night saw him, they did not set their teeth. While irrational things tend to be relatively more aggressive, irrational people were often indifferent to Van, and even if they were interested, that did not always lead to enmity.

'.... In a way, it's nothing like living in a wild forest.'

If you just think that there are different forms of beasts that human common sense can no longer allow.

The problem is, the average beast can't even think about fighting.

Van continued to think about the ball's life that way. Living alone in the realm of the night was more painful and difficult than I thought.

Of course, that didn't just mean losing. Whenever I bellowed the night, Van adapted at night. His eyes became clearer into the darkness, and his blade became clearer to slaughter the bodies of the night.

I've never met anyone who felt threatened by life, but there were few monsters that gave him an instantaneous sense of terror. I also did. This place was the realm of Abyss.

'…… If we go deeper, can we fight the stronger?'

I was about to think about that.

Half asleep, Van opens his eyes quietly in front of the energy that frightens his back. Compared to those we've met before, it was definitely something different. It's not just a seed of ignorant night, it's like a well-chopped blade.

Van raised his body. As soon as he pulls out the Kishin, the blue ear of the Storm Sword wraps around him and begins to burn quietly. Beyond the darkness of blue light, a man with a body similar to Van was staring at him quietly.

'.... Ghost? No, it's not. It's a little different than that.'

It was Van's questioning moment. A man opened his mouth.

"Long time no see. It's good to see you. I think I'm going to cry."

"..... you've been looking for a long time? Do you like me?"

"You don't know me?"

"What?"

Van looks dumb. It was the first face I ever saw. It may seem a bit like him, but..... in the first place, he had never seen anyone like him. It was then. A man shouted in a whimsical voice.

"Me, Kchatu! It's good to see you at the end of Heman for so long!"

"K'Shatu...?"

Van recalled that name for a moment. It was a familiar name. It didn't take long for Van to recall the name and the monster around the blade armor.

And soon Van was frightened and asked.

"No, but why am I your father?"

I had a kid who didn't even have a seller.