Sword Whisperer

"…… Do you believe in God?"

It was a contextless question. Nevertheless, Owen was not embarrassed by the contextless question. He touches his chin and submerges himself for a moment, and soon shakes his head.

"If you're asking for the certainty of the existence of God, it's Van. But if you ask me if I want to serve him, I will say no."

"…… is that so?"

"Why did you suddenly ask about him?"

I think I saw God from you.

I couldn't return that answer. Van turned his head and said,

"The way you speak of happiness, it looks like the priest I just spoke to."

"If the priests serve God, it is I who serve them. But I might end up resembling them in the sense of serving someone."

"It would be better to avoid saying that it changes the world."

"…… Why is that?"

"It's a tough time. The stronger the wind is, the harder the tree will try to root to the ground. If someone comes to you and asks you to uproot the ground, you can't hear it in the ears of the tree."

"How can you say a man is like a tree?"

"A man may not be like a tree. But what about the human mind?"

Van was talking. His dressing was far from academic or philosophical, and his hand was also the hand of an obvious prosecutor, not the hand of a scholar. However, his words were as gentle and vivid as a puzzle.

"Whether it's a flower or a weed, it's no different that you have to root somewhere. When someone tries to pull down the hard roots, they are forced to hold on to the ground and resist."

"......."

Owen loses his horse for a moment and looks at Van. At first, I thought it was just a high-profile test. However, the opponent in front of his eyes did not seem to be able to finish the judgment so lightly.

There are people who feel different when they say the same thing. When discussing life, Van's voice contained a depth that the general public could not dare to imitate. If you speak with that voice, it sounds like you have to listen to whatever you say and eventually nod your head.

"Who are you……?"

Owen would not have noticed that in the fact that he asked the question.

But at least half of Owen wasn't very pleased to see that now. He replied in a calm voice.

"It's just an ordinary test."

"I didn't think the plain prosecutor would say anything."

"…… As your voice spreads, Citadel is not a good place. It's the furthest away from change. This is going to happen all the time."

"I came here because it's the furthest away."

Owen replied with a confident voice. Once, a young man like Van, who had just grabbed the sword, was flowing from his eyes.

"Someone has to hold Citadel's heart."

"......."

When I heard that story, the examination that brought the sun out at night, the examination that had already reached the pinnacle of the kingdom at a young age, the examination that looked at the world beyond time, I thought, was a story that I didn't know was possible. And maybe now, as he's looking at this young man, I've been thinking that the world won't look at him, so I don't want to tell this young man that it's an impossible dream, and so I smiled.

"I hope so. Owen."

From someone who doesn't believe in God, what does it mean to see a clear sign of God?

Van didn't know the answer, as always. And the young man who had the impossible dream of grasping Citadel's heart felt the presence of God in the face of a prosecutor who, somewhere, smiled indiscriminately.

I didn't know.

§

K'Shatu has become quite popular with Van's followers from some point on.

In fact, he was initially hated because he suddenly became a disciple of Van.

But that skill was definitely proven by the fight with Jaygan. In the end, those who followed Van stayed here without a single desire for the sword. I didn't hate being jealous if I was a skilled examiner, and my jealousy was usually healthy.

"K'Shatu! Here's a towel!"

"Oh, thank you. Ezel."

"Oh, no. Thank you! I'm doing it because I like it!"

A blonde boy called Ezel nods as he blushes his cheeks. He is a boy who has been following Kchatu for a long time these days. All he had was a lame wooden sword, and frankly, he could not be said to be an examiner, but he was nevertheless treated as a pretty cute youngest among the examiners.

"Hey, Ezel. So, Cheongum, Cheongum, and now you've changed to K'Shatu?"

"I didn't change it, I just admired them both!"

"Neither one has any respect. You wanted K'Shatu to shine a little more than Van."

"…… I will not do Mr. Homus's errands in the future!"

"Huh, look at Angalgine. I've never been intimidated like this."

Homus and his group chuckled and made fun of Ezel. K'Shatu watches with a close smile. I didn't know why. Humans laughing somehow comforted K'Shatu's mind. The thirst to find meaning in life, to a lesser extent than in that moment.

But when his heart became so relaxed, I don't know why, but I also remembered the faces of the people he had asked. Humans who were begging to be saved with a voice mixed with iron. At that time, K'Shatu was not impressed by their screams. Hunting has always been forced to accompany the dying voice of hunting. Sometimes when it bothered my ears, it was hard to say that I had been merciful, even though I had bitten my throat and cut off my breath.

Can you handle it?

I don't know why, but I came up with a question half a day ago.

'.... Why are you so frustrated?'

K'Shatu grabs his chest for a moment. K'Shatu recalled the existence of Abyss, where he had children and became a parent. He laughed at them for family play, but he also thought it might not have been.

"Kchatu!"

A rough voice rang. It was Jaygan. He twists his knife and stares at K'Shatu.

"Come out. It's a fight."

"…… I understand."

K'Shatu nods. He would rather move his body than fight such an unidentified conspiracy. At least it was pretty clear what to think about in the fight.

After a while, Jagan kneels under K'Shatu's knife. It was a development that was no different than it always was, but it was quite berthing-like before.

Jagan wasn't the only one who attacked K'Shatu. Whether good or bad, everyone rushed to K'Shatu for growth in the tournament. There were no casualties. After countless battles, K'Shatu became accustomed to dealing with the 'weak' in his own way.

"Khh, Khh, Khh, Khh, Khh. Me too..."

"…… you have nothing to worry about. Come in, Ezel."

"Yes, yes!"

Even Ezel swings a wooden sword as long as me, and attacks K'Shatu. Of course, it was hard to say it was a fight. However, every time I stopped Ezekiel's wooden sword, K'Shatu felt a palpitation in my chest that I didn't know anything about.

What the hell. '

When Ezekiel's sword was stopped, something in his chest continued to harass him. Whenever a blunt wooden blade, which did not even weigh properly, struck his sword, he continued to poke Cookook at something that was lacking in K'Shatu.

I didn't tell anyone, but the battle with Ezekiel was the most painful and the most ancient. Whenever I looked into the eyes of Ezel, who held his wooden sword tight, with his small hands young and firm will, K'Shatu felt like he was facing a source of life that was constantly springing.

Yeah, I'm telling you, Ezekiel was more alive than anyone.

This little boy, neither strong, nor wise, nor beautiful, looks so radiant.

'Ah.......'

It was a moment. Between the moment K'Shatu was bruised, Ezel's wooden sword struck K'Shatu's forehead. Even if it was in the hands of a child, a weapon is a weapon. The blood stem flows from K'Shatu's forehead. And static flowed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Ksatu!"

Ezel even drops his wooden sword and stops his hand with his mouth. I always liked to be struck down, but I was sorry. The prosecutors who watched their playful struggle shed a laugh.

"Hey, K'Shatu. No matter how much Ezekiel fights, don't you think he's in too much of a place? You didn't even give me a collar, and you didn't get it!"

"Do you know? Is Ezekiel better than you?"

"Huh, then the best sword of the future is here."

The prosecutors laughed and laughed. K'Shatu stole the blood stem that covered my face with a bruised expression. Ezekiel said that he should not be crying at all.

"I'll get you a therapist! Wait a minute!"

"No, I don't..."

It's okay. When I swallowed up all the words I couldn't say, Ezekiel was already running a long way. I just accidentally got hit by a wooden sword, and I only lost a little bit of blood, and that's why it's so exciting.

I don't understand. Humans are really, really unknown creatures.

"…… what is it, K'Shatu. Why are you laughing so loudly? Were you hit by Ezekiel and turned around?"

Jaygan asked in a trembling voice. K'Shatu only realized that my mouth was up. He replied in a slightly puzzled voice.

"Yes, why am I laughing?"

"It's not me, is it? A worthless child."

I can't believe I lost to this guy. I can't convince you. Jaygan was so stubborn. Seeing Jaygan like that, the humans can't convince him either. Thinking so, K'Shatu grabs the therapist's hand and looks at Ezel running around.

I couldn't understand it, I couldn't convince him, so K'Shatu smiled once again.

A man was looking for God, and a man was looking for life.

But maybe they're looking for the same thing.

§

"You've had a fun pupil."

Luke said, "They were standing on the hill watching what K'Shatu and his group were doing. Van quietly replied.

"He is not my disciple."

"…… you might say that. But in the end, they're all your disciples. Most people admire you, only want to see your sword, and in short, even your life. At that point, they are better than any other disciple."

"Do you also want me to reap them?"

Build an inspection squad. People around you always talk to Van. But Van wasn't confident. I can't even find my own path right now, but I wanted to know how to guide them to their path.

Luke did not answer Van's question directly. Instead, he asked a slightly strange question.

"The baker is beside those who need bread, the priest is beside those who seek gods, and the builders are beside those who need houses. So where should the tests be?"

"…… where you need a knife."

"Then what about them?"

Citadel might be interested in obtaining a quest. The bloodshed itself is largely unprecedented. The Royal Knights and Guards are opening their eyes like this right now, and there are not many people who can do things where a genius can happen in the words of the King.

Nevertheless, Citadel now has an unprecedented number of prosecutors. Though they are not overflowing with places to use, they shake their tails like starving puppies by Van's side.

There is a nuisance in saying that it is to learn. In fact, where tests can grow the most is usually the battlefield. As long as you don't have the power of Sunwoo like Van, there is no teacher as good as experience.

Yet they defend Citadel. Where they can't be used, they have a rusty life behind them and look only half the way. If everyone is where they need me,

What the hell needs them?

Why are Citadel's prosecutors in Citadel?