Sword Whisperer

Jenson's disappearance was enough news to set the fire in Van's head.

I don't really know if the killer abducted him or hid himself. But Jenson was not so indifferent that he would disappear without any thought, knowing that others would be worried.

The guards haven't even been able to reveal the delightful hue since they've been here a long time. To do so, the air around Van's periphery was crying so horribly that even his eyes were hard to see.

'What is this?'

'That kid..... did he have this look too?'

People have avoided their seats. Van jumps over the collar without going through the door and hides himself. The appearance of jumping like a fly was enough to take away everyone's gaze, but Van couldn't help but be conscious of it.

Van crawled up the spire. Just a few steps to support his feet and give him some strength, his body immediately climbed to the top.

— Calm down, Van. I can't even breathe.

"I know."

— You still don't know what really happened. There can be no case of excitement. You know what I'm saying? "

I knew it. But Jenson was that precious. For the past five years, one of the reasons why I couldn't give up was because I had a day without a body.

Who do you think it is?

Van thought of the case when Jenson was abducted. Assuming he was a murderer, there was a question that still wouldn't solve. Why would he kidnap Jenson? What the hell could you do with kidnapping an old pharmacist?

No, in this case, I didn't kidnap the pharmacist..... did I kidnap a man named Jenson?

To make the right inference, Van didn't know too much about Jenson. I have never met him in the last five years, not to mention more.

— Is your mind clear?

"We've got a plan."

— …… what plan?

"We will survive here."

Thankfully, the killer was continuing his murder by revealing himself everywhere. After a while, you will reveal your own tail. And by then, Van will know if there's any debts to settle between the murderer and him.

It was a cliff that looked like a cliff, but Van sat well at the end of it. Then I opened my eyes and began to look at the village. I didn't know I had to see this look as soon as I returned to my hometown, but I had no choice.

It wasn't hard. Van had done similar exercises in the academy more than a dozen times. I once hid for two days without snowing in snow-covered snow mountains, and I stayed a week without water in the desert.

Compared to that, the situation is just awkward.

People were astonished every time they saw the half sitting on the spire. Some of the guards tried to impose sanctions without recognizing the class, but soon they disappeared looking for a reason to retreat, whether they saw the symbol of the article inscribed on the cape or heard his name telling them around.

"Maybe you'll show up because you're scared of me? '

I thought about it for a moment. But it couldn't be. Some of the bodies were found in the middle of the square. Even in a situation where people don't know when they're going to get caught, the one who commits the most murders doesn't seem to be afraid to show up.

It's night. It's dawn, it's morning again. And that was the second night.

Van didn't sleep a sigh, but he wasn't that tired. I don't know if I want to spend the night doing something. I just sat there and didn't have the strength to bear it. You can stretch it any time you want.

When the opponent will appear, it is not calculated at this time. But even if it took a week and a half, I was confident to spend the night. His anger was quite great to fall in front of with blood.

And that's when the third night came.

Van's eyes became sharp.

And his body was flying in the sky the next moment.

Van sometimes kicked the wall and sometimes skipped the roof. As if the body consisted of feathers, Van's body moved selflessly and fleshly. 'Running.' Even though half the running is not at its highest level, it has become quite a top priority. And that I was in the top of the academy....

It already means that it is difficult to bind even as a category of beginners.

The dull didn't even feel half past my head. Without a sound, quickly, half the runners smiled if they were not caressed on the road. I felt the other person following him and trying to hide in the crowd, but it was meaningless.

Wherever he was hiding, Van didn't stop seeing him.

Van pushes the roof and comes to mind. Square. Among the crowd, people stared at the body of the man who had risen from the moonlight. Then he stepped down to the ground and retreated in terror.

"Oh, Shiva, Shiva, what is it!"

"Oh, my God, isn't that Van Jae?"

"Seeing your face makes sense...... When did he grow up like that?"

"I haven't seen him in years, so he's too big."

People clamor. Van raises his head slowly and stares at the opponent.

"Hey, let me ask you something."

"....... what's going on?"

Despite the sudden fall of half, the other person did not seem surprised or embarrassed. Van pulls out the hallucinogens. People did not dare to gauge whether the foresight emanating from the hallucinogens was simply the power of the sword or the power of half.

"What's going on? Well, what do you do?"

"I don't know what division this is. Don't leave anyone busy. I'm busy with work......."

"Well, tell me what's going on. Oh, let me guess. Butcher, right? The smell of blood vibrates all over your body."

I couldn't have done that. The people around here didn't smell anything, no matter how much they sniffed their noses.

But I couldn't cheat by half. The Academy's knights train to the limit of their senses without anyone having to do it. Half the sense of smell, which would not be so much pushed against the dog, inevitably poked into the body of the corpse and dug through the bay smells.

"........"

"That's ridiculous. Wrong? Well. It smells like blood, but what could happen if it wasn't a butcher..."

'' Well. I don't know. "

"That's the problem."

Van laughed.

"I know."

It was almost simultaneous for Van's hallucinations to be shot and Machete to be pulled out like a cypher in his old coat of arms. The sound of tearing ears exploded, and people began to run away screaming. Van twists his tail.

'Yes.' Son of a bitch, you're right. Why are you pretending you're not? "

"... I thought he was a free knight with no master's sentence..."

"I've been thinking a lot less."

'' Maybe so. ''

The man laughed in a grin.

"And because I fell short, you're going to die today."

It was the next moment. Machete swung. Van looked carefully at Machete. Machetechgo was quite long. Yeah, so it's easy to walk around with people like that.

Van swung the hallucinogeny. It was a strong strike. Although his skills as an examiner may not be sufficient, his skills as a warrior were sufficient. Probably quite memorable among those he met.

But that's not enough.

Every time Machete touches Van's hallway, it flows in the wrong direction. To the ground, to the sky, sometimes towards yourself. Each time, he flexed surprisingly and somehow pointed the blade back in half..... but he was confident that half would never fit the blade.

"What the hell..."

The opponent's eyes are embarrassed. You've never dealt with an article. The knight, no matter how weak, was always a tricky opponent, but in the end, he cut off all of them and now stands here.

The free knight fights. What is a free knight? I can't get you a master to reap, you wanderers who live like cymbals. From such a knight, such a glamorous and beautiful swordsmanship..... can you speak?

Van returned the answer to the question as a knife. Machete spills. Van's eyes flash, and the next moment, his feet kick the opponent's prestige.

"Breathe!"

Testing doesn't mean you're not good at kicking. No, Van's kicks would have been more powerful than those who call themselves Mutugars. His long-standing training made his body look like a corner weapon.

A man rolls the ground and vomits blood. Van raises his voice as he increases his hallucinations.

"You're not dead yet because I want to ask you something. Jenson, do you know this name?"

He didn't know why he was killing people. After all, whether there's a great reason, a story, or a madman who kills people for no reason, the important thing was Jenson's comfort.

It was a strange sight. Obviously, Van was overwhelmed by the situation, but he seemed more nervous at first glance. The man smiled, feeling it.

'Khh…… Hhh, well. I don't know. I don't remember human names so easily. "

"You'll have to remember."

Van's eyes twitched.

"I'm a little angry right now."

'' Skill.... I admit it. "

The man slowly raised his back against the wall. He wants to put his hand in his coat, and he pulls out a bottle of medicine. And it was that moment. Van's eyes frowned.

'That...'

It was Jenson's medicine.

The man tore the cap with his teeth and quickly poured the medicine into his mouth. Van watches him do it quietly. A man laughed and said,

"It's been a long time since I used this medicine.... Awesome. Honestly, I admire it. There seems to be no one stronger than you during the examination I met."

"What kind of medicine? He didn't look very sick."

The man laughed.

"Medicine of salvation. ''

And it was the next moment. Clearly, a man who was far away appeared in front of Van's eyes and swung Machete. It was a quick move that seemed to see the Dmappo family's spatial move.

'....... <UNK>.'

Reflectively lifted the hallucinogram, but there was a slight shock to the wrist. It wasn't just quick. Strength also became stronger.

'It's like holding a machete...'

Fast. Strong. Even the skin seems impoverished. What the hell am I supposed to do? How do I win?

Van laughed at the flu shot. It was a meaningless thought.

I can hear the hallucinations. Machete never touched half the skin. And it will continue in the future. The reason is simple.

The power of the medicine certainly made the man strong, but Van was still stronger.

It's just a very simple story.