Sword Whisperer

Karl. Jenson. Is there anything else that doesn't suit each other as much as those two? Jenson was usually a man who couldn't hide his ugly colors when he saw the tests. If there's one thing you'll never be here, it'll be a knife soon.

'Why the hell is this here...?'

'Van'! Are we done? ”

"Oh, you know, almost! ''

Half of Jenson's voice calmed his surprised chest by placing the Hudadak box under the floor again. I thought I saw something I shouldn't have seen.

'Forget it, forget it.'

If Jenson didn't say it first, there must be a reason. The peninsula is that old to be discerned.

However, it was not big enough to completely suppress curiosity.

On that day, Van waited for Jenson to round out his eyes until he fell asleep. Thoughts kept biting my tail and stretching.

'Why is there a sword in there?'

"You're right, aren't you? '

I wasn't curious about one or two. But what remained behind all that curiosity was shame, but greed.

'.. I want to hold it.'

I just couldn't even hold the Chama Sword in case Jenson gets caught. But it was my first facial exam. Whatever it was, I didn't want to miss the chance to swing it.

”Drung..."

"......."

Van cares about Jenson's snoring and takes a quick step. And as soon as I entered the warehouse, I took out my decent sword. It's rusty.

I was so embarrassed that I didn't know the rest. The blade was rusty in every corner, and the pretext as a knife was already unthinkable. But this was enough. When did he ever hold a real sword again?

It was a black sword. I wish the blade were intact, but this was enough. Van reaches out carefully. And the moment he grabbed the knife, he almost dropped the knife, astonished to the point of being so carefree.

"…… what is it. ''

[Recognized the knife.]

[Characteristics of the Guardian, 'Voice of the Knife' is activated.]

[I grabbed the rusty longsword of a good foot-popping test.]]

Material: Iron

Quality: rubbish

Owner: Jenson 1-Star

Memory retention rate: Ha

Remarks: A plain sword made by an unnamed blacksmith in Liung Hui. Due to the long neglect and rust, it doesn't seem easy to stump the traces of the old owner.

[Your swordsmanship level is currently 0 stars. The memory tuning rate is adjusted to the minimum.]

[Requires training!]

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Van had never thought of himself as a special person since he had thick hair. He was neither extraordinarily handsome, nor big, nor smart. All he could do was ride the mountain and pick up herbs, and he would continue to do so.

That is why this phenomenon is now even more unexpected.

[Requires training!]

Van continues to be reminded of the glimmer in one corner of his field of view. It was surprising that this knife belongs to Jens, but compared to this now....

"Swordsmanship Level is 0 Star......

I don't know what 'surname' is, but it couldn't be a good thing to have a low number. It means a level of swordsmanship that doesn't even want to score one.

No wonder he was zero when he never heard the right sword. But it was a pity. I swung my stick so hard, I didn't even want to have a jaw.

Van double-checks that there is no one around and lifts the knife. In fact, I wanted to swing the sword unbearably.

It wasn't just the notification window he faced with the knife. 'Memory tuning.’ It was a strange word, but Van seemed to know what it meant.

Swing the knife. The curve drawn is clumsy as always. But beyond that clumsy curve, the memories emanating stranded like thread seeped all over his body.

I felt like I had never felt it before in my life. When he wielded the knife, he was not alone. He swings as a half..... and swings as a Jenson.

Once swung, he could feel what was wrong with his slash, as if he had already swung more than once.

And soon Van remembered that Jenson's title had the phrase "as good as a slash." He took a deep breath and took a top slash.

'It's different.’

I suffocated. Just by taking a top slash, a qualitatively different sensation tickled him.

So what would it have been like when you cut it?

[Reproducing swordsmanship saved by the owner.]

[Memory tuning temporarily rises!]

"…… come on. ''

Drop the sword, and Van hasn't spoken for a long time. It was a moment that was so ecstatic that nothing could be said. If the previous ordinary slashing or stabbing felt like just two screenings at the same time…… this time, it felt like I had done three or five screenings at the same time.

It felt like the memories emanating from the sword were seeping into his nerves.

I felt a lifetime of unimaginable excitement from the weight of the knife. It wasn't just a checkup. At the time of the former owner's hand seeping into the knife, his mark was being reproduced clumsily at his fingertips.

It's not a perfect slash. I saw the owner's downcut, I saw his downcut. However, the current slash was qualitatively different from what he used to practice with branches or wooden swords.

Once, he could feel where his slash was wrong now.

The memory of the corporation, which had made thousands of failures, was telling us what had failed. So even half the failures have come as a pleasure.

In the end, half of that day I could not let go of the sword so that the moon would rise.

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Since I got the knife, Van sneaks out of the house every time he breaks a gap and falls into retreat. I knew that if I had a long tail, I would end up being caught, but even with that, I couldn't beat the charm of a skilled swordsman.

Van's slash is better today than yesterday, now than just now. He learns not to 'fail' by slicing it down a little. It was hard to even catch how perfect a successful slash would be.

But whenever he felt that the trajectory he drew, the force distributed to the muscles, was getting closer and closer to balance, he became so happy that he couldn't even think of a muscle ache.

Of course, that did not mean that the question disappeared. The closer I felt to slashing, the more free I had to hang on to the mystery on this side that Van came to me.

'Why did you stop using the sword?'

Van recalls Jenson in the memory of the sword. A man who spills everything into a straight cut, just enough to see how a man can do that. Jenson's skill was not enough to be astonished, but I felt even more extraordinary in swordsmanship..... so I felt even more extraordinary. Despite that slow growth, Jenson's efforts were unbearable.

I couldn't ask myself. And there was a separate issue to be sure of now.

"…… what? What did you say now?"

"Lend me a knife. Wait a minute."

"Are you crazy? You're asking the guards to lend you a knife?"

I stare at Van as if Dolby is absurd. One of them bluffing from an early age was the other. Dolby shook his head and said,

"Hey," man. Don't dream in vain, just build a pill. Carl doesn't hang out with a sandwich like you. ”

"All right, let me just touch it for once. I'll buy you a drink. ”

"Sue, how about a drink?.. Ah, no! Carl's like the D.A. 's body. ''

Obviously, I remember being the worst performer on the field. Stonebee retreats while pretending to be a heavy burden. I didn't understand. The guards will have their own rules.

However, as a class, I could not stand down. Touching his knife was more important than I thought.

I had to be able to tell if I had read the memory of the sword, simply whether it sounded like a ghost... or whether it was his own ability. That way you'll know which way to go.

Of course, if you look at the situation so far, it's more likely to be his ability, but isn't it a good thing to be sure? He had to knock on the stone legs to relax his instincts.

I had no choice. Van took out the number of withdrawals.

"When you're with Yuri these days, you say it's cool?"

"… yes, how could you not do that?"

”You don't think you can spread such rumors in this small town? Okay, I'll make it. 'Men's Elixir.' How about it. You're still going to subtract it? ''

"Me, man's elixir? ''

Dolby's eyes turned round. Half smiled. Yeah. If you don't get caught in this rice cake, it's not a man. Jenson used to say that such a vulgar drug would only degrade the quality of the pharmacist, but the quality of the situation is a problem.

"You can't make the glass roar. Just let me hold your knife for a second. No? No. I'm looking for someone else. ”

”Hey, hey! Now, wait a minute. No, you don't have to give it some time to think! ’ '

"I won't give you long."

"... are you just holding it? ''

Dolby hesitated to the end and handed over the knife. Van nods and quickly picks up the knife. In front of Van with a knife and a brief look on his face, Stony raised his voice in a restless tone.

"Hey, why don't you slow down?"

"......."

"Van? Hey, Van!"

"… hey, Dolby."

Van said in a dark voice. Unrepressible cheer and sentiment were twisting his purchases.

"I have to examine."

"What? What nonsense is that? ''

"I have to examine,

[I grabbed the crude Longsword of the 'Unspecial Football Examiner'.]

It was the moment Van became convinced.

He knew he'd be a prosecutor.

It's not an ordinary test, it's a very special test.