Sword Whisperer

Should my mind be heavy. Should it be lighter? In front of a dead body, what should a living person look like?

It was unknown. Van threw himself into the enemy instead of continuing his troubles. It was a war I didn't like. I wanted to finish it a little sooner.

Bang! And it rang. It was followed by a strike to destroy and crush everything that was in front of the eyes, without any force adjustment. Van was like a typhoon shaped like a human. All things that went around him ended up being crushed by him, and he died. It was not only the Silk Revolutionary Army that creeped up in front of the invisibility of human power.

That much? That half? '

The war was intense. But in the meantime, the young lady couldn't stop giving Van a glance at the moment.

From the beginning, he defeated numerous nobles at the Citadel Academy and was called the strongest class. Even after he graduated from such an academy, it was not unusual for him to grow at a faster rate than her.

But there's something about that, too.

The Seconds are a symbol of power. At least in power, they were proud of no one in the world. During the Academy, no one, not even half, could overpower her.

Van's way of dealing with the young man was not to put his sword straight, but to shed her sword and direct me towards the useless place of his power.

But what about now? If Van were to poke that sword at her now, and that sword was to be stabbed at the face of the spirit, who would stand after that?

'.... Is this possible?'

I don't even feel jealous. The young woman felt rather frightened. The idea that the sense she knew, the absolute power that the shadow of the Secondary Family had guaranteed her, might not be absolute had bothered her. All the common sense that supported her world seemed to collapse.

I also did. Without going to the age of majesty right now, Van himself was surprised at the magnitude of the power he was holding. Almost all his time has been devoted to training since meeting Lopo. Those who met afterwards were generally overly strong, such as the clans of the night, the ubow, the sky, or the ball.

But look at them now. Look at the elites of the Revolutionary Army who were terrifying. Even if it's a brilliant knight, how can the dreadful Revolutionary Army be so easily defeated?

"It's heavy."

His sword is strong. And heavy enough. Van felt his sword getting a little heavier every time he swung it once, when he was someone's father, when he was a child, when he had a dream and drew a hopeful future, every time the light went out of his inner eyes.

"For the Revolution!"

An old man with a beard.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

There was a young man who was filled with indignation who did not know the direction.

"Thank you."

Somewhere a man with a tired face in his life.

Those with so many faces and lives each sparked the last flame of their life in front of half a knife. It was strange. The spirit of Zacharim must have only grabbed the Revolutionary Army's feet. Somehow, every time Van hits the ground, it feels like it's swamped and sucks him up.

No, don't shake it. Do your part. Their last wrath, it allows them to burn in the most sacred direction.

So that the blood of the innocent cannot flow in that rage.

Hold the glass.

"What's up, Van?"

Nod. Look up at the sky, look down at the ground, look at the soldiers of the kingdom, and face the warriors of the revolution.

Oh, yeah.

It's time for the angle.

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Sharara.

No one heard the drop. But no one paid close attention to the sound of those drops. He was on the battlefield, and the moment of distraction meant death to them.

But soon they knew it would mean death, but they were forced to turn their heads toward the sound of the drops.

"…… what is this?"

I wanted to see something like an apple tree in a moment. But it wasn't. Just the instantaneous scattering of light engraved the shape of an apple tree, it was a blade. No, it was a slash. Thousands, tens of thousands of cuts in the air.

There were countless apple trees in every place that the Royal Army and the Revolutionary Army confronted.

And there was a man in the center of the tree.

Unlike other articles, the man did not hang a single cloak on his shoulder. Nam Luhan's clothing may have been mistaken for a common soldier, not a knight at all, but no one thought he was a common soldier.

He, too, in their position of being part of this war, was so clear. The center of this war is not the white flame speed where the prince sits, nor that dark speed where the revolutionary leader sits.

The man who stands in that shining blade with the light and the dark boundaries, the darkness and the light, is in the most important place in this war.

"…… The Celestial Sword."

The soldiers have been calling him that ever since. Lucas looks at Van's back, chewing on the word "celestial sword."

Indeed, the celestial sword was a fitting word. Look at all the leaves of that knife blooming by his side right now. Lucas has faced so many different kinds of swordsmen, but this kind of swordsmanship is nowhere to be seen.

Van slashed the construction.

The question is, has he lived through a position beyond construction?

Now, at just over the age of the terms, is that possible?

.... It will be possible. I will have a sword like that because it is possible. But, but.

'Van. Can you handle the weight of that knife?'

Killing people isn't actually about Carl. Even if it's not an exam, a person can kill a person as soon as they hold a knife. Nevertheless, it is not because they do not have enough swordsmanship to wield it. It's because I'm not confident enough to handle it. We have a post-storm that will follow after that death.

Even if you take one life, if you hold a thousand blades, if you can take a thousand lives, then how big of a deal do you have to make?

No, is that really a choppy angle?

'It's a terrifying technique. Van..... Are you really ready to handle this skill?'

As soon as the war began, looking at the class sweeping through the battlefield like a storm, looking at the class trying to eliminate even one revolutionary faster, Lucas saw a boy who was not blind to the ball, but who hated this war and couldn't stand it.

So his gaze on Van had to be more worrying. Van was still in his sights just a young boy who was stealing a training ground in Sionel Village.

But Van didn't hesitate.

"You may regret this day. Van."

"You'll regret it unconditionally."

In Glass's words, Van replied as if he already knew. He holds her tighter.

"But in the end, whatever you do, you'll regret it. Well, at least I'll keep my edge."

I wanted to confront the revolutionaries, perhaps his friends, as much as their last will, face to face. I wanted to protect him.

The apple tree blooms. It looked like a flower blossomed. And at that moment, from the branches to the leaves, everything that made up the apple tree began to shoot at the revolutionaries like hail.

…… and the attack did not bear any proper fruit.

"...... ubow."

Van looks up at the sky. The Seekerman Darkness was trying to swallow all the slashes he shot. And one day, Ubows stood on half a dozen feet in the dark.

"Greetings are rough, Van."

"I know how to say hello calmly. It's been a long time, U-bow. It's not good to see you. Honestly."

"I think I got what I wanted. It's a little too bad you're trying to cut us off with that knife now."

"…… I didn't want this to end either."

"I'm not blaming you. It's just that the savagery of this world is stupid."

U-bow stood right down in front of Van. Feeling that he had entered my realm, Van could not easily pull out his sword. The same was true of the other half that came into the realm. In this darkness, U-bow could also aim for Van's neck at any moment if he only had a heart.

"You told me before, to be a revolutionary rider. The question is..... Can we avoid such an end, was that the path of hope?"

"If you look at it like that, there won't be many."

"… because I rejected it, should the Revolutionary Party come to this end?"

"You became the Revolutionary Army, so we came to this end. There's nothing you can feel responsible for. Being at the forefront of the Royal Army..... I know that you are not a rider of the kingdom. You're not a rider, Inspector."

U-bow smiled, quoting Van's words one day. And I looked at Van with warm eyes somewhere.

"And I know that half of the prosecutor standing here is actually for us."

"......."

Coward.

Van wanted to say that at a moment's notice. How can he have such a compassionate look as he tries to hand over his life-long burden to Van, so that he can be free from all things by bringing death to his tired life?

"The Revolutionaries must disappear. I've known it for a long time."

"…… shouldn't we live a different life than the Revolutionary Army?"

"Otherwise, at least I can't live with myself like I wasn't a revolutionary in the first place. We've all already had too much blood on our hands. When the revolution loses its cause, we are just sinners."

I will live as a sinner and die as a rider of the revolution. It wasn't that I didn't understand the mind. Ubows looked up at the sky with a strange expression.

"The Revolutionaries have been around too long. And at some point, people made one big mistake."

"…… what is your illusion?"

"The revolution belongs to the Revolutionary Army."

The revolution was a bird, and the revolutionaries were the only ones to do it. It was common sense to enter the Revolutionary Army in order to make a revolution, so no revolution took place outside the Revolutionary Army.

"The Revolutionary Army was holding the ankle of the Revolution. So, the Revolutionaries must disappear with their sins. We have to give the revolution back to this world. Once the Revolutionaries are gone, people will know that we can be revolutionaries in this world at any time."

"…… I understand you. Oobow."

Van said quietly.

"So I hate you."

"…… is that so. I'm sorry about that."

Ubou laughed.

"I really like you."

"I'll do whatever you want."

Van's mood has changed. One step ahead of the apple tree that was stretched out on the wire, he gazes at the woobow with his eyes half red.

"The history of the Revolutionary Army will end today."

Half ran. And as he looked at the apple trees hanging behind the shoulders of the knight who had thrown away the cloak, he saw the procession of the apple trees crumbling like a half-cloak with the battlefield, and he felt that he loved the contradiction of the Third World, so he smiled again.

Look.

This prosecutor who gave up knighthood, isn't he the brightest knight in this war?