Sword Whisperer

"......!"

When I woke up, half of my body was soaked in sweat. Van takes a cold breath and looks down at the dagger in my hand.

"…… I will spare you."

The 'waves' that have been pushed since then have really been unimaginable in the current half. A wave of memory. No, a wave of souls. The lives of thousands of inspectors who held thousands of swords. When those lives were poured out like beatings at a time, Van felt joy and fear at the same time. Obviously, the memories were being given countless ways to move forward by just reaching out and grasping.

Nevertheless, half could not even see their cross-section properly.

'What was that...?'

What if I don't know the answer? I had no choice but to train.

But I couldn't keep doing the same training. There was an inevitable limit to the practice of holding a knife and saying that he would not swing it. Van really had to let go of the knife physically.

"…… to teach metallurgy?"

"Yes, even if it has nothing to do with the knife. If you read a memory from a hammer like me, you don't have to doubt it." Sounds like a pretty good teacher. "

"It won't be easy. Blacksmith spends a day tougher than the prosecutor. If you're going to hit me hard during the day......"

"Don't worry. One thing I've learned is that one way or another, you have to look at the end to get your intuition done."

"Well, if you say so..."

Eugene smiles and holds the axe to Van. Seeing Van looking at her with a brutish expression, Eugene said, "What are you staring at?"

"We should start with getting fuel, right?"

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There was a pretty nice mountain near Hapil Sunwoo's temporary residence.

".... How did you come to this place as a guardian?"

"You don't have to raise your voice. I seem to be a very young man."

"The Guardian deserves the respect of Sunwoo, regardless of age. If you're a half-hearted Sunwoo who can't even hear a voice like me..."

"My teacher was the one who couldn't hear his voice."

Van added a word.

"And it's normal for people not to listen to that voice."

Seon Woo Jung-hyuk. He looks at Van without saying that he can't hear his voice. Van looked at his tail expecting him to smile, but his face remained stiff.

"I don't know why you came here, but I need you to do your job. There are fifty trees to deal with today."

"Each?"

"I'm going to watch."

Jung-hyuk said in a stiff voice.

"I was told to do that."

I don't know who said that, but it didn't matter. It's about fifty trees. I wonder how hard it must be. He's a man who cuts even the river right now. Not all of them, half of them.

Van grabbed the axe. I couldn't hear my voice. Even if it sticks, he can hear his voice, 'Carl.' Among other things, the knife as a weapon was all.

'.... It won't be easy to use the machine.'

Of course, cutting down trees was still not that difficult.

Because it wasn't a knife, I couldn't add his girth to it, so I had to use half the power of my body more exquisitely. The center of gravity of the axe feels completely different from the knife, so the trajectory of the axe blade is a little different from what he drew, but..... Nevertheless, he stamped the base of the tree incredibly neatly as if he were a beginner.

There were so many leaves on the ground. Whenever he stepped out, his feet slipped on a sloping mountain path, stepping on rotten leaves. If he wanted to get used to some pose, he would eventually have to get used to a completely different pose and center of gravity every time he hung another tree.

Waving the axe, Van realized that he was too familiar with his strength. He felt doubtful in that one axe did not carve a tree. It would be normal not to shake Bondi Tree a few times. That's the world most people live in. Van lived in a completely different world.

I was running for the best in the world.

What is the best place in the world? Going to a completely different world, standing where no one can see, looking down at other worlds…….

Whew! Puck. The sound of axing echoes empty-handed. How many trees were cut, how many trees were cut, how many axes were made in this tree, how many axes had to be made, all of which went beyond the ritual of being covered with a little bit of muscle and conception.

— You have no choice.

Shadows said the same thing. and baptized the same memory. Beyond the memories of a waterfall, Van reached out eagerly to hold even one of them, but all he could feel was how narrow and narrow his time could be.

"The more I go, the more I shudder."

It was the same day as axing. Van holds his sweaty hair and looks back at his politics. Jung-hyuk looks at him with an indifferent expression, leaning on the tree.

"When I first met the Guardian, the axe was definitely inexperienced…… but the Guardian was definitely concerned about the axe. But I don't think so now."

".... What do you mean?"

"A tree of this size…… would have lived for twenty years."

Jung-hyuk laid his hand on the cedar tree beside me.

"What did you think of when you cut down trees?"

"I don't have a lot to answer for outside."

"Do you have any idea of trees among those ideas?"

Van didn't answer. I don't remember much, but what I was thinking about the tree..... will be cut off sometime, this one will have to swing ten times, that's all. Jung-hyuk said.

"I know you're here to see and feel a world without a sword."

His eyes blossomed in Van's hands.

"Even though the hand holds the axe, the Guardian still tests it."

Van didn't answer anything.

On that night, Van asked to sleep with Lopo's Bamboo Sword in his arms, not the Crusader's Dagger. I didn't want to be able to meet and talk in my dreams like glass. At least like the memory of the Guardian of the Front Line. I wish I could have a half-way unilateral conversation with Shadow.

All Van could do was peek at Lopo's life. Van sits beside Lopo, who picks the land to plant the seedlings.

"Ever since I met Lopo, I seem to have been lost."

Lopo didn't answer. He frowns and looks up at the sun, and then he starts digging again, ignoring my shivering skin. As I watched the pit pie little by little on the ground every time the pickaxe moved, Van quietly spoke.

"I'm not saying that Lopo got me lost. I didn't know what the path was from the beginning, but I only realized it after meeting Lopo. So, if you follow your path..... somehow I wanted to know what I wanted to be, what I should be, a little bit."

In the end, Van didn't even copy properly. Training to lay a knife. After all, Van never did his training. The body may not have held the sword, but the mind and mind have always held the sword.

"Just stay a little longer. Why so……"

Knowing that it was not a problem to blame Lopo, Van murmured bitterly. All the knives of the world could be his teachers. So I thought I wouldn't need a real teacher. But I found out that it wasn't, that Van was a little late, in a way that was a little sad.

Van looked at Lopo for a long time. Lopo's memory was shaken around, unaffected by the time axis. Sometimes before he started farming apple trees, he became a swordsman and cut off his enemies, and sometimes he smiled with a dull smile at the ripe apple fruits. And sometimes, when I carved the apple tree that I had raised, I cried. His sorrow and anger flowed into Van's heart as it was, and Van cried and laughed and was angry with him.

And then, at some point.

'.... What is it?'

Van stares at Lopo quietly. I felt strange. What should I say? It's like Lopo is facing him....

"Who are you, you?"

"… Lo, Lopo?"

"You know my name. How the hell...?"

Van stood up and tried to reach Lopo. The apple tree field has been creased. It was a sign that he was trying to move on to another memory. Van urgently asked.

"Lopo! What the hell am I supposed to cut!"

The answer didn't come back. However, Van was beside Roppo, staring at the caterpillar that was attached to the apple tree. Van looked at Roppo with a look like he was possessed by something, and he was as dumb as he was. He just chewed his memory.

'.... You saw me?'

It must have been an illusion. As a class, there was no way to confirm it. No, there was one way. Dreaming of him constantly, until there's nothing he hasn't seen in Lopo's life.

"Memory retention rate is moderate, and you had a conversation? Well... I don't know. I've never done that before, but let me ask the other adults."

"No other adults have ever done that. He said that there is only 'Dodger Bee' to be able to talk..."

"Did you really have a conversation?"

Van avoided Eugene's gaze at me with a suspicious expression. He shakes his head.

"No, I guess I was mistaken."

"... if you're doing this because you want to quit axing..."

"It's not like that. Yeah. How many can I do today?"

"That's it now."

"...... Huh?"

"Enough axing. I was trying to see the basic mindset. From today, let me show you how blacksmiths touch iron. Watch and learn."

"Oh, yes..."

I felt a little too bad I couldn't see the political revolution. He wasn't a good storyteller, but sometimes what he left behind left behind was a pretty big dig for Van.

Van watches Eugene pick, melt, knock, cool, and melt again. How many times have you folded and folded an iron bar? Yuri said with a smile.

"The more steel you fold, the harder it becomes. It's like our lives. Every time you go through a trial, when you stand up for it, you become a completely different person."

It was a common word, but it was fine. Van watched how long glass spent that day making a sack of sickle. Even the petty farming equipment that I considered to live for nothing in the marketplace, it took love, kindness, and a long time to be born…… I didn't think so.

'What will Carl give birth to? ‘

Death? Pain? Well, the knife he thought was more higher-dimensional than that, cooler than that, definitely..... could have walked his life.

The night came, and Van went to see Lopo again. Lopo was also having a night in his memory. Looking at Lopo looking at the empty wilderness, Van felt a little skeptical for a moment.

"..... You haven't started apple farming yet?"

"! Who are you!?"

".. eh?"

It was that moment. Lopo bounced out of his seat, staring at Van with a frightening glance. Van looks at Lopo with a puzzled expression. Lopo smiled with a real smile. Black-eyed Lopo was a completely different person from the Lopo he remembered. Like a wounded beast, his eyes turned half full of poison.

"Khh... Hahahaha, yeah, it's still a castle, right? Isn't it enough to have a cursed life? Is that why you came all this way to kill us? Good. You filthy kingdoms. Come on!"

Lopo's Bamboo Sword shakes. Van reflectively stumbled on my waist and realized I had a bamboo sword in my hand. The moment a strange shake appeared in Lopo's eyes, Van's eyes were rather calm.

If Lopo's Bamboo Sword was shaken, Van's Bamboo Sword would be scattered. 'The moment of awe in the eyes of Lopo was too late. Hundreds, thousands of stalks of black light were already heading for Lopo.

"Ugh...!"

"…… If I see you again, what can I say? How can I say hello? I kept thinking about it. I didn't know it would happen like this."

Lopo stumbled at me with a dull complexion. Obviously it was a cut, but it should have been a cut, and he was fine without a wound. I looked at Van with the eyes that he couldn't understand. But the same was true of Van, who did not know the answer. He smiled quietly. There was one thing I always wanted to say.

"Good to see you. Teacher."