Sword Whisperer

When I saw the clouds disappear, did I ever feel so horrible again?

Van ran like a man possessed by something. I don't know what I was thinking. He was busy, and running in haste, without even thinking to catch up.

'I don't want to break up like this.'

I wanted to hear more stories. I wanted to be taught. When I looked at him with just one or two eyes as if he knew everything, even if those eyes provoked his inferiority…… However, Van felt comfortable somewhere.

I cannot welcome his death.

It was unacceptable that a man should face such a futile end, as long as he was only sincere in his sword.

And, at the end of that path of mind, Lopo was smiling at Van.

"You look like a ghost. Van."

"Lo, Lopo. Are you okay? Surely, the blessing is over..."

"Well, I guess so. Seeing that sunlight doesn't bother me anymore."

Lopo looked at the sunlight on the back of my hand with strange eyes. I always felt like burning my skin for hundreds of years, so I thought that sunlight was just Bondi Madi kicking....

"It was cozy, too."

".. Lopo."

"Don't worry too much. The years I put off are not green. It's going to take some time to get there. Hmm.... Yes. I hope so, Van. Get up. Let's go."

Lopo laughed.

"I have to eat an apple."

§

If Lopo hadn't thought of anything, it was raining. During the apple, the young man was not very common, and most of them fell to the ground.

Nevertheless, there was one who beat the rain. Lopo picks up a half-red bitten apple and looks at it with strange eyes. To taste an apple that tasted better, I had to give him time to make my flesh firmer in the sun again..... but unfortunately, he didn't have time.

"It's going to be a lot longer than holding a sword. Then..... Am I going to die as a prosecutor? Or die a farmer?"

"…… Lopo is the best prosecutor I've ever seen."

"Excellent examination…… I don't know, what a great examination can be."

Lopo mutters and bites the apple. His thigh pierced the apple pulp and tore the flesh. He closed his eyes without even being able to compare it to blood.

Lopo cried.

Hundreds of years ago, a man who had lived so long that he could not even say "grandfather" was crying with tears like a child. And then, Van said to Lopo, 'Cut off what no one can read.' I felt like I understood.

No matter how strong he gets, even if he can see the sky and the moon and the sun.

I don't think I can make his black loppo cry.

It can't be spicier than that apple.

Van looks down at the apple on my feet. Lopo asked me if I was going to die as a farmer because he planted an apple tree field with a sword. But it wasn't.

With the sword laid, he had a sword that no one could imitate.

"...... Van."

"Yes..... Lopo."

"Can you help me? It's hard to stand, but it's a little…… powerful…"

Lopo shook his head without speaking. Van ran reflexively and supported Lopo. Lopo smiled faintly.

"I thought I'd have a little more time."

"…… unconvincing. Why, Lopo. Why. Why…… '

"It's a bad habit to ask the world why. You'll only get angry instead of answering. Yes. Instead..... it's better to think about what to do. Where to walk, what to look at, how to live...

On Lopo's face, I was reminded of a long time ago, when I withheld the visual acuity. Van opens his mouth with a hardened face.

"I'll take you to the castle."

"No, it's not. There was too long in that castle. My last moment I wanted this field..... to be under these trees."

"Well, even people..."

"Done. Farewell was already over a hundred years ago."

Lopo replied. His voice was mixed with the sound of a split breath. In a word, one breath became more and more difficult. Van dragged Lopo to sit under the apple tree. Lopo stares down at the apple in my hand. Hundreds of years of effort ended up breaking once. But that effort was not a pity. This half-grown apple was an apple worth spending hundreds of years on.

"My sword..... was a sword that no one could teach. No one understood what I was saying, and they didn't see what I was seeing. However, at the last moment, the blood of the Sunwoo family..... appeared before me. Someone to leave my sword in this world."

"Thank you, Lopo."

"Once again, please..... hum. Van."

Lopo's gaze had already failed to catch up with Van.

"What I was about to cut, please..... with my sword."

I can't breathe. It's tough. It's fragile. It looks like it's going to hang up, like it's not going to. The mouth, which opened so hard as to say something, could not be closed.

The feeding clouds were completely open. The white sun once sought the end of the sword, and later touched the end of a corpse that had been planting apple trees. Van looks at the corpse with a faceless face. I watched the corpse scatter in powder, leaving no white bones.

"…… I will keep my will."

There's nothing different.

He wanted to cut everything, Bondi.

§

- I don't resent you.

- Young man, the world is more complicated than you think.

- I should have seen the end sometime.

The vampires disappeared without exception. Some of them had quite memorable conversations with Van, though not as much as Lopo. But there were no more. I didn't know what they would look like at the end. Maybe I didn't know better.

Half of the remaining castles were not easy to leave. He went out to the apple tree field with me every day. Then I pulled out the bamboo sword and felt like I was bellowing anything, and I put it into the knife without ever wielding it.

It's not your fault. Half.

Glass whispers. Van chooses to hide on an apple tree. Even though he had never waved his sword, sweat was pouring out from his body. I also did. Just because he doesn't move doesn't mean he's 'still'. His nerve tries to follow Lopo's sword every moment, but soon he realizes he can't do it.

"It's not my fault or not."

The people of the castle said the same thing. Even if it wasn't you, we would have had this moment someday, and we were hoping for it.

But what really frustrated Van was his own disappointment. I was able to roll steel, I was able to roll the river in half, so I really thought it was something.

If it was going to be this kind of test, I'd rather be stealing a smoking gun.

- No one's perfect from the start.

"And I thought I was moving towards perfection, at least."

- And now I realize it's not.

Glass said in a calm voice.

- It's too late to say. And most of all, you're alive. Isn't that enough?

"…… Senior."

- It was a short life, but I still saw my own tests. And this is my guarantee. Whatever test you want, you're gonna end up with it.

"Because I'm from the Sunwoo family?"

- No.

If Yuri had an arm, she would probably be holding half a shoulder right now.

- Because you're the one walking towards your dreams.

"That's why?"

- A lot of people dream. But it's not uncommon for someone to make it. If that dream isn't as powerful as the world's Ulto, it's even more.

The laughter of the glass was reported.

- Because you're dreaming of no such thing, I can't believe you're going to end up with a humble test.

The face was hot. Van looked for an answer and stopped talking because he thought he would be ticklish at all. Instead, he pulled out a bamboo sword. I faced Roppo's sword, which I couldn't even understand at the moment.

"I will keep my promise."

He bends the indescribable.

I don't even understand what you're thinking. Van watches the apple tree field. Then, after a few days, his black..... that never moved... finally began to move.

'Examination that doesn't cut anything.'

It was ironic. Van, who wanted to cut everything, felt more strongly attracted than ever by an examiner who didn't cut anything. I followed his trajectory.

Standing in an apple tree field, Van tries to understand Roppo's thoughts. I think there would have been more to read than I couldn't. The thought of a man who had slammed his sword into the wall and raised an apple tree.

I don't know.

After all, Van is not a Lopo. All he could do was swing the sword along the trajectory that Lopo had drawn. Of course, his black trajectory is still dozens, even though he's busy drawing one.

'What have I been cutting?'

Thinking about it, what he cut the most was an empty void with nothing. Without cutting anything, he could see how my slash was developing. He certainly cut through the air, but nevertheless the tip of the sword turned towards the moon, towards the sky, and towards the sea.

What was Jenson looking at in the air?

The day went by again and again. Van goes back to Eroc and forgets to take back my reward and immerses himself in training. What's the difference between getting this Lopo's sword and taking the Guardian's sword while Willen's sword is not digested right now?

'I am weak.'

But that's why it can be strong.

The feeling of defeat has become increasingly traceable. The depression also left. And filling that vacancy was a terrible thirst. With those two eyes,

I saw the appearance of the examination early in the drama. I saw the apple tree field erecting my thorn, and I saw the inspector conquering the world from the edge of the sword.

And that prosecutor left him with maintenance. He asked me to cut what he couldn't cut.

How can we end the day in laziness?

In a falling leaf, in a stumbling apple, Van did not put a bamboo sword out of his hand. The moment he stops, as if Lopo's maintenance is also cut off...... At the end of his day, his hands are secretly infused with the aroma of bamboo.

In the light of the passing rain and the approaching sun, the apple was firmly around the fodder.

"…… have you touched."

Van's knife split in two.