Possessing Nothing

I understand it's late.

The sword takes a few steps back. The spear that came through your chest was long out behind the back of your ear. He squirms his eyes and looks down at his chest. The fork is red with blood spurted from the wound.

Eyes a little lower.

It is slammed down with no black force in its hand. The Red Sword spreads in the dark. The sword opens its mouth to say something, but what comes out is not a voice, but red, sticky blood. I saw Lee Sung-min with trembling eyes when he vomited blood several times.

“How?”

The sword asked. It was a short question. It was also a question that Lee Sung-min asked himself.

How?

How did you do that? I don't know, just when I'm losing my mind. The question followed by yourself.

I know I'm weak. So I did. Why did I do it? I didn't want to stay weak. I didn't want to be embarrassed.

I didn't want to give up I didn't want to hesitate. I wanted to be different from my previous life. So, here. I have a reason. I have a different experience from my previous life. I have a different thought. I have a reason now.

Is this the heart.Did the winds of the mind move the body? Unknown. I have not experienced much of this experience. When I gained strength in the battle against Eine, I was a little more... sure. There was such a sense.

But not now. Like a cow stepping back and catching a rat. Unconscious acts of unconsciousness pierce his body through an unintended second of sword attack.

This is just a few seconds ago. It was faster than the Black Reaper's spear. It was shorter than a black isomer's spear. Nevertheless, it did not save the advantage of the streets and allowed the sword to approach. In the end, he couldn't stop the sword, so if he did, his body would be crushed by the sword.

But the result is this: Lee Sung-min's spear pierced the sword of the sword. Lee could not understand that series of processes.

What the hell did you do? ’

“Cough!”

The sword vomited blood. He grips his teeth and swings his sword. It was slow and late to go after the Black Reaper who was swinging powerlessly, but sharp enough to cut through the spear that was piercing his heart. A few more steps, the sword grabs the spear that pierced your chest as it bled out between its tightly closed lips.

“What... are you...? ”

The sword stutters and asks. We didn't really understand each other's situation. The sword was surrounded by self-defense. Even though the attack was faster than the sword of the sword, it should have been blocked by self-defense.

That's right. Of course I had to.

But it was broken through.

How so?

“Grrrgh...! ”

What is clear is this: The sword has a fatal wound. Despite the increasing immortality of the vampires on the eve of the full moon, the sword is not very high, to say the least. The reason why the sword was so powerful was because he was an early bloomer before vampires.

That's not all. The blade has never been properly drawn. What he wanted was a body that wasn't old, and by being a vampire, he got it. Flesh at its peak. Although they wanted a young flesh, it was hard for a swordfight who had lived as a human to do so.

But by the time he got here, the sword had cut off his own humanity. I wanted to live. I wanted to go farther and farther. When I killed Holy Father Doin beyond the volcanic mountains. The sword cut off the least persistent personality that remained in the mind. That's why I came all the way here to suck the blood off the body I killed.

I drank quite a bit of blood, but it wasn't long enough to incite me as a vampire. Severe lacerations to the chest. A human wound would already be dead. Nevertheless, it was because today is the full moon.

But it's not long.

I couldn't take it.

It is not just a penetrating wound. Lee Sung-min's spear was filled with strength. The force that pierces the body destroys the blade's bloodstream and destroys it. Until death, the right kind of damage is sustained by the life force of vampires.

The wound does not regenerate. He pulls out his spear, but the open wound continues to spit out blood. The sword tried to stop the wound with a trembling hand, but “Huff-puff... Hahaha...! ”

In the end, I laughed. The sword, which was coughing and vomiting blood, raised its hand and closed its mouth. Continuously swallows blood coming up the throat. Move the halted hand again. The trembling hand finally found blood and forced the blood to stop.

“I feel like I'm... falling on a rock. ”

The black ear mutters with a pale face. The redness of his eyes has turned pale.

“Yes... I feel like it. Obviously, I was running ahead... I could have gone further... I fell down. I got stuck on a rock I didn't care about...”

The black ear twists its bloodied lips and chuckles. The staggering sword lifts up its lower blade.

“But… huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-huh- It was something you could never... unfold at your level. Your spear... Ah. I just saw your spear through my body. It was faster than the sword of Holy Master, stronger than the sword of Holy Master, and quieter than the sword of Holy Master... Ah...”

The redness disappeared completely from his eyes. The black eyes were not vampire eyes, but human eyes. At the same time, a white stream gushes from the blade's body.

“S-show me more. ”

I spit it out in a boiling voice.

“The amazing thing that never seemed to reach me. Show me again. ”

The sword triggers the oscillator. The sword has given up on running alive from here. It is impossible to heal this wound anyway. It will be difficult to save lives unless you drink the blood of a few dozen people, and it will be impossible to kill several dozen more in your current body.

That's why he grabbed the sword. Then I step forward. The whole body is heavy. The weight of old age, which I haven't felt since I became a vampire and became a human, becomes heavier than that, and presses the sword into its body.

No, it wasn't the weight of old age. The weight of death, as long as I wanted to see it at the same time but couldn't see it.

“Show me. Show me you. ”

Nevertheless, the sword was not a resigned expression. Rather, he was looking at Lee Sung-min with brighter aspirations than he had ever seen.

I don't know.

[There's no need to fight. The Sword's power burns its life away. It will self-destruct if we do nothing.]

I don't know.

[Haha, by the way... Amazing. I can't believe Seong-min won against the sword! Has this fight led to great progress in the field?]

I don't know.

The sword approaches. Lee looks down at his rotten spear. Lee Sung-min dropped his spear. Then I took out a new window and grabbed it.

I don't know, I really don't know. I don't know anything. I don't know how "my" just did that. How the hell did you pierce the sword? He himself could not understand what the sword said, that it was nothing beyond understanding.

Nevertheless, he couldn't back down. Because I didn't want to run away. I didn't want to be embarrassed. The sword sees reason. The two eyes of the sword wanted to ask Lee Sung-min a lot.

I'm not sure I can answer that question. I don't know what to say. However, he did not avoid the eyes of the sword.

Oh, I see.

You are not a dirty, dangerous man with law enforcement. Nor is he a deserter who turned his back on his limits by giving up. I just wanted to overcome him by any means possible.

It's different from me.

You said you were jealous of me. In my youth, I said that about talent. My youth and my talent are also lies. I am a disfigured fugitive, a hypocrite who pretends to overcome his inferiority, a weak, little man who only has selfishness for himself and self-satisfaction full of contradictions.

A spear and a sword collide. The steel of the sword that sparked the oscillator shined brighter than ever before. But it is slow. The dying body cannot draw the sword that the sword wants.

Towards such a sword, Lee Sung-min spread his spear so fiercely that he thought it was cruel. He did his best. To kill the sword, to satisfy the sword.

I don't like this victory. I feel like I fell on a rock. That's what the sword said. Lee Sung-min empathized with him. In the nothingness that the sword has reached, the existence of a rational person must have only the value of a stone. It was only a stroke that Lee Sung-min's spear was able to pierce through his ears.

I know. I... hate it. But you mustn't run. Even if we are not proud of this victory, we must not deny it.

The sword will die here today.

Wijihoyen will die here.

The Holy Father, who should not have died, was killed by the sword.

None of this would have happened without Lee Sung-min. With self-satisfaction full of contradictions, feeling that responsibility.

I'm also responsible for your death.

I don't know where the thing you wanted to see is. I'm not sure my steps can reach the end of what you've always wanted to see. Nevertheless, I must. Look into the eyes of the sword. With eyes full of aspirations, close to death. I gave up being a human and the eyes that I wanted to go to disappear.

I will kill the man with the eyes.

“Ha.”

The Sword of the Sword falls down. Lee Sung-min's spear was embedded in the belly of the sword. He looks down at the spear embedded in his stomach. Lee Sung-min sighed and looked into the eyes of the sword. The workshop for a few seconds eventually led to the victory of Lee Sung-min. The sword that provoked him to the March March March was dying quickly, but it was not an easy victory.

“You...”

The sword staggers and kneels.

“You... deceived me at the end...”

Lee Sung-min's hands were stiff.

“Your spear... Ah... Your spear that killed me... should have been better... than this. Faster... than Holy Father Guru...”

A mumbling word.

“Why am I here...”

It was a curse. It was a curse. Lee Sung-min put down the spear. After taking a few steps back, Lee Sung-min looks at the sword with a mischievous look.

I knew this would happen. The attack by Lee Sung-min who pierced the sword was impossible for Lee Sung-min right now. In the realm of unconsciousness, he made an attack that surpassed the boundary of evil. In order for Lee to reach that level, he will have to refine his heart several times, reflecting on the benefits he gained in that moment.

“… I'm sorry. ”

Lee Sung-min apologized in a small voice. I did not give the final satisfaction of the sword. I wish I hadn't fought the Sword. If I had kept the sword from destroying itself with time... at least I could have kept that unarmed man from spilling his moans and curses in the end.

“I... wasn't as great as he thought I was. ”

I was looking forward to meeting my expectations. I... think I've done my best. It was just not enough.

I'm too weak myself.

“I... more...”

The sword makes a sound as it sweeps its lips. That was the last thing I said. What's left is mourning and cursing. The sword was not satisfied with Lee Sung-min. Until the moment of death, Lee Sung-min was a sudden stone for the swordsman. Lee Seong-min sat down on the bridge because he was relieved.

“I...”

My body trembles. My weakness. My shortcomings. What if it was someone other than me who was here? If it was W. Hoenn, if it was geography, if it was Kwon Nam! Could they satisfy their swords? I thought I could keep that unarmed man from unleashing a curse on him in his final moments.

“Priest.”

I wanted to cry. I felt like it. But I endured it. Angry at my weakness, but I didn't want to cry. I felt like I would break something important in my heart if I cried at this moment.

“You've grown so much. ”

The voice was close.

She smelled of flowers.