Sword Whisperer

"Oh, no! Argh!"

Huff, and Shade takes a rough breath. Until just now, there were no landscapes in sight, and all he could see was a ceiling with a red back.

"Are you okay…?"

Chilled hands are placed over the chest. Shade looks at the side. A woman with freckles on her face looked at him with a worried expression. Shade's expression hardened.

"…… nothing."

"Ever since you went to war…… your body is here, but your mind still seems to be there."

"Never mind. It's gonna be okay."

"I'm worried.

"Hm, you must be my wife."

"There are a lot of women in Citadel."

The woman put a quiet smile on her mouth. She puts a chin on Shade's shoulder.

"And yet you always come to me. I'm not bored, so if you're not a wife, you're a government man, aren't you?"

"..... You're out of your mind."

Shade laughs in vain. He pushed her away. And I said in the coldest voice possible, as if I wanted to prove to you that I didn't care.

"If you want to play with your family, float some water."

He casts his snowflake.

"I can't sleep."

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Unacceptable.

It must be accepted.

I joined the Revolutionary Army to defeat the kingdom. I didn't try to cut the same comrades!

What you need to serve is a revolution, not a revolution. Shade.

Teacher!

It reminds me of a long, long time ago conversation. Shade sits in a stone chair and stares at his two sacks of swords released on his desk.

I thought I was ready. From the moment he entered the Citadel Academy, Shade prepared. I realized that his blade could cut off the flesh and bones of comrades at any moment.

Nevertheless, that angle may have been a little lacking.

Shade leans back against the wall. It was a recent habit. After leaving a blank space on his back, it seemed like someone was just about to come up to him and put a knife in him. Everyone passing by seemed to stare at him with cool eyes.

First mission. Be a border guard, Shaid.

Your first mission will make it a little easier. I don't know how you brought such a heavy burden.

Shade lowers his head with a kick-kick smile. But even that bitter laugh didn't last long on his face. He gazes again at his swords with his empty eyes.

What a revolution for. Beyond the corpses of his comrades, what paradise does he want to reach? At the end of this road, whatever paradise you have, it just feels like hell.

Shade's palm widens. A palm that still seems to have the feeling of cutting off comrades. How he looked at the palm of his hand.

"Side."

"…… Ah, Bane."

It was his motive. He leaned on the door and snapped his head.

"Half is here."

"Too late. I remember the appointment was a long time ago."

"You're not mad at me, are you? Looks like you're staring at me somehow."

"... No way. I don't think so."

Shade smiles and moves his feet. It wasn't just Bane and Shade who moved. After them, a group of royal knights followed. They were the ones who were counting the class together. I had to. I've seen you fight the world, more than sharing a knife and a knife. How can I not be against you?

The elites of the Royal Knights were all stretched out behind him, and his strength seemed to be ahead of all battlefields. It seemed like anyone in front of him could trample it all over.

But the momentum was also right up to the gate. The moment I saw the man standing in front of him, the knights swallowed the saliva without anyone having to do it.

Van was there.

'…… the next generation of the Royal International Sword.'

Lucas also often heard about it. At least he didn't have a younger brother to fight Lucas on the sword, and the healthcare staff thought that after a while the sword would be his.

But the nuance was strangely different from what Van would say to Lucas. Lucas will be the next swordsman, that is to say, after the death of Sword Luke, he will naturally take his place. But when Van said it could be the best sword, people thought he'd outrun Luke.

I had to. No one wrote the same history at half the age. Even Luke never revealed the sun at night. Van is something different. Everyone thought so.

"…… Was there a war?"

And the protagonist of the rumor looked at them with an absurd expression. Lucas of the herd came forward. He said with a cool smile.

"I think I need to be polite. To the next generation of Kingdom Sword."

"…… If you feel like you've taken advantage of me, I'm willing to listen to you complain for a day."

"Huh, you treat people very well."

"Are you still okay today?"

"Yes."

Lucas replied briefly. And it was that moment. The atmosphere surrounding Van and Lucas became sharp like a blade in a moment. Lucas spoke.

"Let's go to the armoury."

Van is in Citadel and since then, this has become a landscape of everyday life. He will, and there aren't many opponents on the Peninsula, Lucas, who can fit knives properly. Once their bodies were large, they had to consider all sorts of political reasons even when they were in battle. Second, those at their level as prosecutors were counted in the hands of the whole kingdom.

"Deputy commander, please control your strength this time. There's also a limit to what's happening with space science."

The Spaceshippers of D'Maffo made a cry. Lucas nods with a smile.

"Let's try. But I don't want you to think that we haven't been able to control our power until now. That was the limit."

"…… then go beyond your limits."

"Ike, be afraid."

The two soon entered the basilica surrounded by the astrologers of D'Madpo. No matter what stun they emitted, the shield was in place to minimize the aftermath of space twists.

Thanks to this, other articles were able to admire the struggle between the two in a rather pleasant environment. Given that the examination was going to come out once in the era at the same level as Van or Lucas, it was a battle that needed to be seen even with a penny.

"…… Are you going to win or lose today?"

"Well."

In Bane's words, Shaid shrugs. In fact, it was natural that the two of them could not fly here. No matter how much the astrologers used the dragon, if they revealed the true power, it would be a shield and nothing. I didn't mean to make Citadel a ruin, but it was natural that they couldn't use their real power.

'Inspector Ben at night.'

Shade's gaze on Van became strange. Shade did not know why Van confronted the Revolutionaries and what he stood for. The moment he saw the sun, and the Revolutionary Army standing under it, Shaid could not resent Van.

'Van, what are you trying to cut?'

Hollow eyes hold half. There will be half a dozen lives on Shaid's shoulders, perhaps incomparably. Nevertheless, Van had no eyes on the world, unlike Shaid.

He's definitely looking somewhere farther.

"I had good eyes. Van."

Lucas turns his shortsword and opens his mouth. Van looked at Lucas unexpectedly and said,

"Good eye?"

"One time it was a young eye to hit, and one time it was an energetic eye. But now I've got an adult eye somewhere. An eye that seems to live a long time. I like it."

"…… Having said that to Lucas, it makes me feel strange."

"I'd like to ask you why you feel weird... but I think you'll regret it if you hear the answer."

Lucas laughed. Whenever he spins the shortsword, I feel the air tearing. The sword of the Examiner on the horizon is a law that has its own power, even if it has no particular will. Lucas was now threatened with even that breath.

'What about me?'

During the academy, Van wasn't even a first point to Lucas. His whole-hearted slash was blocked by a sword lifted by Lucas without a castle, and all the strikes of repentance, which he thought were aiming for a blind angle, could not eventually escape Lucas' perception.

However, there was now a completely different vessel in half. Lucas was no longer a tough opponent for Van. It wasn't even an unwinnable opponent.

'In order for you to be recognized, I need to clean me up.'

I thought so, but now I only have half a glass in my hand. Even with a bayonet, the voice he could absorb was no more than his lick.

What kind of test is Van?

It had to be rectified first. Otherwise, Van instinctively felt that Nekhun would never meet him.

"I'll go."

Before Lucas even answered, Van's blade swung. He didn't wear much, but the slash already had the strength of the legion itself. No matter how hard the iron is in front of me, I will not be able to hinder its slashing.

But Lucas bounced off that slash. No, I think I should say I spilled it. Now that Van's blade has bounced, the flow of the attack must return to Lucas, but one day Van's blade is again aiming for Lucas' neck.

'.... It's a demonic sword.'

The knights who watched the battle grabbed his fist in full swing. Given that they are the strongest members of the Royal Knights in this country, it was an amazing landscape. The masters, who can be treated the best wherever they go, are as delighted and admired as a child.

But I had to. Van's sword was different. When he grabbed the knife, it was like it was his body. No, the world seemed to be his blade.

All the laws that exist in this world have changed in his favor, and even if he keeps his eyes open and watches them, Van's blade is omitting any new process and tapping Lucas.

'A gift from God.'

Lucas recalls what people once said looking at me. At that time, I was just flattered. I thought it was just fear. However, as he confronted his sword, whose talent seemed so astonishing, Lucas realized that they had not spoken with admiration.

It's ironic. If he really has the gift of God, what the hell is Van? Is his power given by God or by the devil?

Unknown. One thing is for sure, the world still doesn't know half as well. Half grows each time you hit a blade. Little by little, I quickly read Lucas and get used to it.

Take a look.

Even right now, that blade looks like it's going to rip him apart....

Grab it!

Bounces the knife, Lucas rolls his body aside. His body was filled with sweat, but half was not very rainy.

People realized it was very scary. Today, Van was overwhelmed with poisonous Lucas. It was an invisible landscape for the last ten days.

But they were forced to recall the growth that half of them had seen in those ten days. So blatant, growth that I couldn't keep an eye on.

Van's blade chases Lucas. Lucas is in a hurry to just stop that knife and avoid it. Someone murmured with a drool.

"…… the next generation of the Royal International Sword."

Maybe that generation will change faster than they think.