Sword Whisperer

Van went outside. It was a fine morning with sunlight. The morning mist left early, and only traces of it remained on the grass, and when he stepped out his feet, the dirt that remained in the water grabbed his shoe timidly.

I smelled grass. The smell of dirt, the smell of wind, the smell of sunlight. Van knew that none of them needed him to ring. So I opened my chest, I opened my heart, I opened my arms, and I made this morning his gift.

"Good morning."

Turning his head, the master was smiling at him. Van bows quietly.

"Good morning. Did you come to see me?"

"I want to join you in the morning. I packed some fists."

The principal lifted the beam. Van smiled.

Sunwoo's food was generally fresh. However, it was never tasteless. I wanted to be bored, but the taste of the fine ingredients was alive, and nothing was eaten, from the spices he packed to the food.

"Is there anyone who listens to the sound of the dish?"

"There was."

The principal replied with a slightly bitter expression.

"His last meal was in the North."

"…… I have many memories. It's in the north."

The master smiled instead of answering. It was a question I didn't have to answer. Peninsula principal already knew the answer.

"You seem to have changed a little bit. Are you one step ahead?"

I don't hold a knife, but the principal reads half the changes without difficulty. It was the librarian who dedicated my life to reading people's lives for the rest of my life. Even if it wasn't written on a book, he had no choice but to see how human life was changing and how it looked in his eyes.

Van looked down at the sprouts I had eaten without saying a word. The sprout of broken and oiled ground did not seem to have been sprinkled with salt, but seduced his tongue with an inviting, yet subtle, temptation.

"I've only seen the world shining on the blade."

Van shrugs.

"Now, I just feel like I know what the world looks like."

"You must have met a good teacher."

The master healed half the knives and said. Van smiles and nods.

"You're a good teacher."

Half of them took a breath for a while. Thinking about what the master would expect of him, it was never easy to get this out. But if there was anything different than before, he now had confidence. Van opens his mouth slowly.

"There will be no such thing as the sword of Sunwoo that I want from the Librarian."

"…… what is the sword of Sunwoo that I want?"

"I don't intend to become oil on the fire of the revolution. I didn't hold a knife to slash someone, I held a knife to avenge. The only step I took so far was to be polite about blood relations, and I didn't come here to put on a yoke that I never promised."

"Well......."

The principal was moaning for a moment. He rolls his eyeballs as if he were looking for something to say, and soon he shrugs and scratches his head.

"I can't let this dry. When I heard you say that, rather than understand you..... how can I persuade you, I only thought of that. As you get older, you become a snob."

"I understand."

"You're a prosecutor, not a knife. Just because you try to hold it by force doesn't make you feel it."

"What is it that you are a guardian.... Are people of the Sunwoo family relying on you?"

At one time, I rather heard the defender clamor. For those who pursue noble knowledge, violence is considered to be the most degrading means. Of course, because of that attitude, when the North was destroyed, they couldn't do anything, but what does it have to do with heroizing the Guardian now?

"You know the family now."

"An unknown family."

"A long time ago, Sunwoo received a prophecy from this."

The principal trimmed his voice. He said as he recited poetry, giving strength to each word.

When the Book of Librarians falls into a pit out of reach, only the light shining on the Guardian's blade will illuminate the bottom of the pit.

"..... you received such a prophecy from this man?"

"It was a prophecy I had forgotten for a very long time. No one thought our book would fall beneath the pit."

That is why it was a prophecy you don't need to care about. Some said it was a false prophecy. A lie created to frighten Sunwoo.

When the North was eaten at night, it was the old guardian who was no longer respected by anyone.

Originally, the Sunwoo family was destined to perish that day. That night, the crowd was poisonous and greedy. It swallowed up everything that touched my body, which was so massive and disgusting that it could not be contained with two human eyes.

The old guardian stands behind the Sunwoo family leaving the refuge. From the monster that stretches out my darkness at every hour, he spends his time devoting his flesh and blood. It was up to the relatively young guardian to break through. He was also the son of an old guardian, and a disciple.

The young guardian did not look back to the last, and the old guardian looked back to the last. And they never saw each other's faces again.

When the librarians of the Sunwoo family who lost everything crossed the border, the young guardian said.

"I've done more favors than you've paid."

He said so.

"Sunwoo will no longer have a guardian. Even if I do, it will be hard for that guardian to regain the old honor a hundred times. The Guardian's sword will disappear with me here now."

With the knife my teacher had heard, the guardian teased me. No one caught him. I didn't catch it. I've already lost everything. Losing one more guardian meant that their wounded heart could no longer come and burn.

"It was our mistake."

The principal dared to admit it.

"His hatred and anger was straightforward and deserved. And now it is. Yeah, sometimes I think so. Perhaps there is nothing in my generation that would make me see the Karlsmori Library again..... like that."

Half of the principal said nothing. He looked north and said,

"I wish I could make the night."

"If you could ring, would you cut him off for us?"

"I don't intend to be the one to cut something for someone."

Van shrugs.

"But if that's what you want to cut, if that's what you want to cut, you have to hold the knife."

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"…… the skill of shaping is definitely increased."

Eugene admired it with a strange expression. The knife that Van knocked on at first was something he couldn't call a knife, but now he can make something quite plausible.

Van smiled pleasantly. After Lopo's dream, Van felt like he could face the world more upright. The story of his blade was short and long. The moment he confronted his admiration and affection for everything in the world, Van realized what kind of test he wanted to be.

His mind is also revealed in his hammer. Van shrugs with a fairly well-centered blade.

"Maybe I'll outrun you. Someday."

"Hm, no matter how long a hangover flies, that's hard? Just as much as I'd like to win a hangover with a knife."

"By the way, what happened to the knife you made me?"

"…… don't come too far. I've been thinking about it for a while."

"Is it the knife that originally conceived and made it so long?"

"It wouldn't be. However, if you want to make a knife that can digest all the swords of the palanquin..."

"Even so, the Guardian's sword can be quite tricky to make."

One knife changed too much to digest. How many knives can anyone use after thousands of prosecutors have grabbed them?

"What does the sword of the Guardian of the Front Line really feel like……"

"I don't know, but it would be perfect. Because the Guardian's sword focuses on the point where any sword can be digested. Which means..... soon you will have to make the perfect knife."

The more I heard that, the more I was forced to look forward to the night.

'Today will be different.'

What he went through in Lopo's memory, that 'communion', was a completely different feeling than what he had ever felt. Even the stiff shadow didn't seem to treat him.

'Thousands of lives will be poured back in.'

But I will not be humbled by him today.

Van closed his eyes in a corner. It wasn't easy to sleep because of the tension and expectation. I've been waiting for you to fall asleep whining.

Half a day later, I felt I was in a courteous space.

- You have no choice.

Shadows said the same thing. Van laughed at me like it was absurd.

"How long are you going to keep saying the same thing?"

- Even if you want to help me, you're still young. I only write so much in the atmosphere in my mouth. Where's your juice?

"If you need sweetness."

Van reaches out. One day, Lopo's bamboo sword was in his hand.

"I have to do that."

- You're young!

Shadows shouted angrily in front of Van's blade, pouring out memories as always. One by one was the shape of a cool blade. I almost sliced it into pieces, as if I was facing the wrong way.

Van desperately teased Lopo's bamboo sword. His blade could move faster and more sophisticated than usual, as he did not have to be bound by the constraints of the body every day in his dreams. Beyond the memories of thousands of blades, the Bamboo Sword of Van is constantly growing and is beginning to confront.

'…… knock.'

It's heavy. It's worth it. Because every single one of those blades was a lifetime pile of tests. How can you lighten such a sword?

So, I bled.

Without the use of glassed hallucinogens, Van's bloodshed was already on the perfect level. His bamboo swords, which stretched out into dozens and hundreds of pieces, were poured out one by one. The shadow growled and said,

- Are you not even prepared to face the life of the prosecutor as a prosecutor!

The attack is more intense. No, the rainfall of life is more intense. No matter how enthusiastic he was, even though his blood was multiplied by hundreds, even if he wore a sword that went beyond the passage of time, it was still a level of containment that was hard to digest.

"…… This is my dream. Senior."

Van mutters. The shadow frowns upon his words. And it was the next moment. Around Van's feet, young seedlings began to rise. The saplings grew into logs, and each tree stretched out dozens of branches, and brought forth its leaves. The moment the shadows lost their horses, they watched him.

"So wherever I go, it's also my mind."

- Huh, you brat.....

Van looks up at the sky. Lopo's life was protecting him, as if the branches covered the sky.

Thousands of lives have fallen by the sword, but they are no longer scary.

In at least half the world, Lopo's life is bigger than tens of thousands of tests.

The branches stretch out. The leaves bud. It seems to be a blade, not a blade. It's ringing, I don't think so.

And one of the shadow attacks..... did not pierce the shade of the apple tree.

"The apple was bitter......."

Van opened his mouth.

"It looks like it's time to give the prize. Senior."