Sword Whisperer

Half of the sword stands on the hill. The breeze was blowing. In front of him stood an invisible swordsman. He seemed to be from the eastern part of the healthcare district of Dofo 'rak and Sawgad.

Half the swordsmen asked.

Do you want to challenge me by knowing who I am? "

"Aldama. Isn't it the King's international sword, the half-swordsman? ’ '

You're going to challenge me while you know? ''

"If we don't challenge King's International Day, who should we challenge? ''

"So is he. ”

Van grabbed the knife with a smile. In the upper position, he prepares to descend at any time and looks at the enemy who will fall like a leaf in front of his sword.

The opponent is running. He tries to draw a sword like a light, but it's a shameless move. Because it was faster than his black light. Even before his hand moved, his blade remained down…….

"......... ah."

With both hands in the air, half opened their eyes. It was now a familiar moment. Dream of the Dark Ones. Van slowly raised his body, lowering his hands as he lifted into the upper slash position.

But it's less self-conscious.

After a full-scale swordsmanship training recently, the half-swordsman dream was not as bitter as it used to be. At that time, I thought it was an ugly foolishness about a dream that could never be fulfilled, but now it is possible..... maybe it really isn't possible. Because there's hope.

'By the way.'

Van laughed at the flu shot. After I started my training, I had another change in my blackened half-dream. It was that the bayonet class was trying to 'slash' any situation at any time.

I've been practicing, and I don't even know what kind of attachment you have to cut down. It was funny. Van raises his body and slashes it down with his bare hands, and soon smiles.

"Definitely better. ”

Even though he was empty-handed, if he had a knife in his hand, it would have been the perfect slash now.

Van understood for the first time what 'visible skill' was these days. With one slash, I was able to gain experience swinging swords at least twice and as many as five times, so it was not too much to realize the difference every day.

A few times faster than others is the experience gained. Could there be more blessings as an examination?

"This is the minimum tuning rate. ”

Then what about the best? No, if you get a knife that was written by a much more famous and great prosecutor, instead of a regular prosecutor like Jenson.....

With that in mind, Van could not stand a day living as an assistant pharmacist.

'We're just a few minutes away.'

Van made a vow. The moment he made Jenson's swordsmanship, Jenson's slash completely his own..... he said he would beat the path of the pharmacist.

He knew that the moment would not be so far behind.

§

Lower the sword.

Down, down, down again.

On the trajectory of the blade was added a memory, and on that memory was added another blade. Clothes have already been sweating for a long time. It was also ambiguous whether Jenson in memory wielded a sword or whether he wielded a sword.

It was hard. Swinging a knife every day couldn't even get a trained muscle on the mountain. Van goes to bed groaning every day, and the speed at which he grabs herbs slows down. Of course, I was forced to give him more and more time to hold the knife.

Van was suspicious. I couldn't help but notice. But Jenson didn't say anything. Just sometimes when he comes home with a blister on his palm, he just gives him a homemade salve without a word.

What is Jenson thinking? I wonder if he knows he's training swords. Van stopped thinking. As the day went by, his head was full of swords.

To forget the fatigue of pressing down, it was fun to call it a knife.

Why do you want to know this now? Unfair and intolerable.

So, I couldn't stand it, so I swung the sword again. As Jenson's memory narrows the gap by a factor of five towards the ideal descent.

[Your understanding of swordsmanship has increased.]

[Memory sympathy rate rises weakly.]

Without seeing the notification, he felt that his swordsmanship was on a new moon. Jenson's memory, which only felt strange, was no longer familiar. He was beginning to understand how he held the sword, how he swung it, why he did it, and why he didn't have to listen to anything.

In that sense, Jenson was eventually his master, even in swordsmanship. I don't know if he'll admit it.

In Jenson's memory, there was a fairly classic method of swordsmanship. It was to kick the tree and then cut down the fallen leaves. To find something very unusual, is it always a single leaf that is perpendicular to the ground?

It was autumn.

Unlike Jenson, Van had to cut the leaves.

Unlike Jenson, half the day had to swing a sword that didn't even stand properly.

The leaves were bassed as soon as the blade touched them. In Carl's memory, it was a different landscape than Jenson had created.

But Van wasn't discouraged. In the memory he glimpsed, Jenson failed more than success. When he failed once, Jenson failed three times and five times.

In front of Jenson's memory, it was just too embarrassing to make a dislike sound with this. Van grabbed the knife with a malicious hand. During repeated hardening and ripping, his' slash 'also became smoother.

Somehow he was able to bellow without breaking the leaves.

However, he was able to roll a smaller number of leaves.

Nine chapters in ten. Chapter nine, chapter seven. Sometimes there were ten chapters again, but in the end they were divided into five chapters again.

Chapter four.

Three chapters.

Two chapters.

And you are.

§

"... Why aren't you coming? ''

Aidan mutters.

Van. There was no one in town who didn't know about the inspector. Even the guards now say that the time for half of them to appear on the stage is about the end of the day.

That's how strange things have been in recent weeks. No matter how much I told you not to come, the guy who stamped work on the butterfly coat is hard to see his face these days.

'Are you sure you quit?'

Then it is a pleasure. It means you've abandoned your dreams in vain.

But why do you care so much?

Maybe he was cheering on him. You want to fulfill a dream you can't fulfill?

'Even if I wasn't Jenson's disciple.'

If he had been a little older, he would have brought him to the guard or raised him as a prosecutor. It's not uncommon for a boy to be so passionate about swordsmanship these days.

I was just taking a deep breath. Dolby approaches and looks at him with a worried expression.

"What's going on?" Captain? ”

"Huh? Oh, no. Oh, it's Dolby. You haven't seen him in a while? I haven't seen you lately……"

"Bar and a half? Uh, well, I don't know……"

The moment Dolby was embarrassed by the inexplicable question, he stammered at the horse. The fact that Van received 'Elixir of Men' was nothing but a man's pride. He quickly spoke to Aidan without a bird to doubt.

"That's what he said. I thought you were gonna be a prosecutor. ''

"..... you didn't want to be, you said you would be?"

”Yes. I thought I was talking to the commander..... didn't I? ''

Aidan frowned without answering. No, if you're a prosecutor, you should show yourself more often on the ground. Whether you ask him to accept you as a member of the crew, or if he wants to train with you.

"Where the hell is he doing? ''

”That's good for me too..."

Stonebee smiles like a shrug.

It was a while later.

Van appeared in the armoury.

He said he would take the entrance exam.