Sword Whisperer

In response to Van's question, the principal looked rather unusual.

"You look sundown. I don't neglect what I can read."

"Is there anyone who can see the voice, but who can ignore it?"

"Love, no matter how eternal it may seem, will eventually be cool."

The principal replied with a strange expression.

"There's nothing different about the mind of voices. So you need to continue your passion as well as you can. Someday, the day will come when the wick will disappear."

"I don't think that day will come..... but I'll take it."

"There are many swords. But if that's the kind of knife you want..... I don't know. There's only one thing that should come to mind."

The principal headed towards the drawer with the horse. There were many different types of weapons, including all kinds of items from mills to 10,000 years old. He took out one of those knives and said,

"It's my sword. Take it."

"... It's the Librarian's sword."

"I haven't dedicated my life to knives, but I've looked at them quite a lot. I won't be able to find the original, but a copy will help you enough."

"…… Thank you."

Van took his sword without specification. It was a sword that seemed unused for quite some time. Looking at the half of the dust in his hand, the principal smiled shruggly.

"As I said, Carl is not my concern."

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[I grabbed the longsword of 'no sweat test'.]

Material: Steel

Quality: Rare

Owner: Sun Woo Joo-won (6-Star)

Memory retention rate: Ha

Remarks: A swordsman who stole someone else's life. When you hold this knife, you may have a slightly more open field of view.

'.... I just peeked at it and it's 6 stars.'

It would have been a lie not to train. At least for the moment that I looked into another person's life, the principal recounted through my body everything they had experienced and realized.

Of course, it was a knife with little practical experience. Nevertheless, there was certainly much to learn with this master's sword. He didn't read the records of all the protectors, but he did.

'… what if you can achieve this much just by looking at it and copying it, if you get the Guardian's Sword?'

It was quite an attractive imagination. Van is quietly submerged in his thoughts as he looks at the master's sword blossomed on the ground. I thought the power of the Sassam Sunwoo family was great. No glory remains in the past under the name of the Sunwoo family. The past leaves my body in reality, and the flesh is called out more and more every day.

'My next guardian will be stronger than I am.'

When I thought about it, I was jealous somewhere, but at the same time my heart was pounding. I understood why people in the Sunwoo family were so obsessed with keeping records.

'What record am I going to leave?'

The voice of the knife would actually describe him as "some kind of test."

"What do you want to say?"

Van looks at the knife with his chin bent. Quint asks. What the hell is Carl's voice saying? But half still didn't know that much. What would Carl want to say? What are you talking about?

'... I feel, just a little neater, a little more glamorous..... but I can't seem to ask you to swing yourself like that.'

"What are you doing, comforter?"

That was when Eugene's voice was heard. Van said in a slightly submerged voice without turning his head.

"I wanted to say something about his voice."

"Oh, you're talking about communion?"

".......?"

Van turns his head slowly. Eugene smiles and looks at Van. Van said in a slightly embarrassed voice.

"Is that communion just about making you feel a little better with a knife? Or..... does it mean something else?"

"Yes?... Ah, you grew up outside the family, so you don't know..."

"I don't know what?"

"Well, communion is, um... how do I explain it? Well, as a hammer, sometimes I don't feel like I'm swinging a hammer, but sometimes I feel like a hammer is swinging me. I would like to hear what you have to say, but at that time..... the voice of the hammer should be heard more deeply. It's so complicated……"

"..... and you will hear the real will of the hammer?"

"Yes, of course, it's not easy. I have to connect with that hammer for a long time, and... well. I think I need to clean this up a little bit and talk to you, okay?"

"Yes, slow down. I'm not going anywhere right now."

Eugene looked at Van with such a strange expression. I don't mean to disappear right now, but I feel more anxious to hook him up and go away like smoke at any time.

"Do you like people?"

"I'm too short to discuss anything other than liking it."

"Well, it's been a long time. I'm sure you'll like it. I can't say, of course, that there are people who don't have a corner, but there are people who bring my whole life to one thing. You know that it's not uncommon to hit people like that.... you know that, right?"

"It can't be bad. But could that be the reason I've been here so long?"

"…… why stay long, how can I make it?"

"I don't want you to make it. There are so many places to go."

The conversation withered naturally like a flower. The two horses certainly had a clear temperature difference. Eugene and Van, who have clear goals, may not have been able to have a conversation from the beginning.

"I understand Sunwoo's position."

Van started talking like that, just like everyone else.

"You want the North back. You'll want to feed the kingdom one more time. I think it's worth it. But that's not why I joined the revolution."

"We're not trying to do something big, like a revolution. I'm just trying to get my home back."

"Why did you lose your home?"

The moment Eugene answered the question, he lost his word. Van quietly lost his horse.

"I shouted the Book Bee, and I shouted the Revolution because it was unacceptable. And yet, I didn't try to justify the power of the sword."

"…… it's our fault. I don't have ten mouths to say. And as a result of that arrogance, we lost our homes, our libraries, our families."

"Eugene, I have a question. You've never set foot in the North before in your life.... Why do you live in such a long line where you've never been?"

"Isn't that where you can dream because you've never been?"

Eugene quietly replied.

"If you want to treat my dreams like idiots, that's fine. But I'm not giving up the North. In the Karlsmori Library, I will read the lives of all the forefathers who dealt with the hammer before me. I will hang my hand there."

"…… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be silly."

Van's voice sounded lonely somewhere.

"But I just... I don't think I can hope to go back to that library as eagerly as you do."

Looking at the class, Eugene realized that at some point, maybe as much as he didn't understand her, she didn't understand him either. I was born with the same blood, but the two who had lived different lives…… could be closer than anyone, but at the same time they could feel farther than anyone.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Van laughed speechlessly.

After a long time, Eugene went back to the side of Van and told a grueling story. Maybe he wanted to save his life by force. The look was unusual again, and in the end, Van had to laugh at all her nonsense jokes.

- He's a cute kid.

Yuri said. Van nodded.

"I didn't know I'd have a niece at this age. Oh, can I call my nephew if I go home?"

By the way, he doesn't just see you as a hangover, he sees you as an idol.

"..... you don't even have that feeling."

Half had hallucinogens, and half had glass in their hands. The memory of the glass flows. The heart of glass flows in. The life of glass flows...

"Am I still not listening to your voice properly?"

— You've already surpassed me.

The voice of the glass sounded a little bitter.

"Spills are ultimately yours. I'm just impersonating you."

— There's no reason the imitation can't go beyond the original.

"Nevertheless, I'm still learning from you."

Van stubbornly replied. 'Communion.' When I heard that, the knife that Van recalled most was the hallucinogram of glass. He was with him for the longest time, and Carl taught him the most. Senior. If I had to face the voice of the sword for the first time, I wished it was glass.

"What do you want to say? Senior?"

I repeat the question I have already asked several times. Yuri did not answer. because I knew I didn't have to answer. Van didn't swing the glass. Needless to say, the insides knew what trajectory the blade of glass could draw, could not draw, given his body and spirit.

"You mean there's more to communion than this? '

Maybe it was just a different expression, and Van had already done what was called communion. But I was sure there was a shortage. As the Dagger of the Guardian of the Front has said, he has not yet 'found room'.

Examination of foodstuffs, Examination of ripe foodstuffs, of course.

If the apple peel becomes red at the end of the perseverance time, how does the peel of the examination change?

'Teach me, Senior.'

The junior shouted, looking at the shadow of a senior who had already surpassed a long time ago. Knowing that all that was left of her was the bottom, she cried out that you would have something more to give me.

Glass glanced at half like that.

'The Sunwoo family..... had a strange blessing.'

Across time and death, two people are chatting. Glass felt gratitude and regret at the same time as looking at Van. I was jealous of him. I had a healthy body with limbs, and I was blessed with a knife.

'.... I know that there is nothing I can give you.'

Glass is not glass. She knew that from a long time ago. The real glass has been dead for a long time, and she has to do as much as she can...... the imagination left in her footsteps, the words, the rubble, the razor.

People of the Sunwoo family had to watch as our guardian stood still in one place. They would raise their heads at that strange figure, but they would quietly raise their hands and pray to God.

The deeper the thought, the more Van focused on the sword, on the glass. The sound of a loud heart sank peacefully only at the moment of grasping the sword.

During the day, you see the glass, and at night, you see the dagger of the shepherd. The days of not releasing the knife from his hand continued for a moment.

And then if anything changes the next day,

— You are still…….

"You have no choice? I know."

Van points a knife at the shadow.

"But did you have any questions?"

Van ran. The conclusion was decay. He awoke out of his sleep, gasping after the two eastern rivers, not knowing how he had suffered. How many nightmares did he repeat?

—... and persistence.

Shadows were a dull hue to Van. Van smiled speechlessly.

"I'd rather be on your side than be distracted by the concepts."

— You still haven't figured it out.

Shadow said quietly. Van shrugs.

"I know. How many times do you intend to repeat the same thing?"

— I have no manners about you.

Shadow's aura became stronger. Van tries to hold his mind in front of the pressure that seems to break his tongue. Van laughed.

"You are so lacking in junior love, I don't think you have the courtesy."

— However, I liked it.

Shadow smiled.

— I'll leave you alone.