Sword Whisperer

'Not enough. ’

Van frowns as he looks at the cut side of the rock. The rock was cut rougher than I thought. It also meant he didn't live up to the sharpness he wanted.

Of course, that was a remarkable growth. Gintnell told Van that he would be counting on his hands except for the restraints of the Nine Great Gates.

"Oh…… did you finally succeed? ''

The voice came from above. Upon raising his head, there was a woman sitting on a thick branch, smiling singly. Van frowned.

"... Are you here to tease me again?"

"When did I make fun of you?"

The young lady jumped out of the tree saying so. After landing silently, she pulled out the sword and cut the rock in half. When the knife was swung without any resistance, as if it were a slice of water, there was another cut. Contrary to half that, there's a perfectly neat cut.

”He's a tough guy. How am I supposed to play? The genius prosecutor who raised the name of our early family?"

"Oh, really. What is it that's not making fun of you?"

"No"? I was so impressed. Apart from relatives, I've never seen anyone who can roll rocks so quickly. Maybe it can really be. 'The strongest in the world.' ”

"…… I'm going. ”

”Oh, wait! ”

She was Uyung's sister. Age is half and a half. However, Donghua was never a comfortable opponent. As Wu Liung did, she was also a child of Gaju after all.

The young woman stood in the way of Van. She glances at Van with her knife drawn.

"Let's stick to it. Just one edition. ’ '

"Again?"

"Why? Don't you like it? ''

"…… not really. ’ '

Van pulls out his sword and laughs. The Seconds were not weak in hierarchical order, but not as weak in the battle. Even if you are a sinner's child, it was the law of the Seconds that you did not have to cover your teeth in the battle. In practice, death comes to us without concealing our identity.

"Then we go. ’ '

"No... town! ''

Van swung his sword hastily, rather than trying to say anything. The spirit that came before my nose was wielding a sword.

'I would have stopped it, but...'

Van doesn't take the knife, he chooses the pickpocket. The sword twisted towards the wrong place of the Black Age, and even if it was swung again, it was still caught in a half-stroke and the sword was just twisted.

This was the method against the Sword of the Early Family devised by Van. If they tried to put their swords against the sword, they would almost have blown the quadriceps with it. Only then was there no answer but to keep their own sword from reaching him.

'It's crazy.' '

The young woman grinds her with a relaxed expression. The first thing I found was a half-assed genius with a sword on his arm. C. Environment

Basically, she didn't like someone getting noticed more than she did, and it wasn't welcome that she had a greater talent than she did. So I fought, and I won. She has been with the power of the early family since birth. The woman's body could not even be a disadvantage for her to be examined.

And since then, Van has challenged her. I won again, I won again. No wonder. The restraints of the Nine Great Gates are those who want to lose to the common people who don't even have the blessings of the family.

Yeah, that's right. That's for sure.

I would have.

”Ugh, stop it, stop it! ”

The spirit desperately swung the sword. Of course, even if the rock was iron, it would bounce off like a treaty stone.

But I was getting rid of everything I had to do, half of it without leaving anything behind.

That was a picturesque view. The roots of the trees were uprooted, the storms were broken, and only one sword was scattered.

Van didn't attack. I couldn't afford to attack. But that was enough. He didn't send all those screenings in the first place.

C. At first, once. And then twice. Three times. One day, dozens, hundreds of times.

Their struggle ended with both sweating and exhaling. The Vigilante was unable to feed the Valid Tar, and Van was unable to even attack once. It was a battle where no victor or loser remained.

"…… annoying."

The spirit sighs and chuckles the sword. Van shrugged and said,

"Do you want to keep throwing out swords and then just me? ''

”You... no. ”

She sighed again instead of trying to say something. She murmurs in a humble voice.

"Is this why I go to the academy?"

"If your daughter can't do it, who can do it? ”

"Where is the great gate?" After all, we have to compete with the other nine, no, eight. ”

"You should try."

"I'm doing it..... Live hard in your own way, too."

Don't look at me as a jerk who only believes in talent. She looked pretty. Van thought as he looked at her.

'When can I ring?'

It didn't suit Van's taste. Of course, if you think about what you got unilaterally in the first place, it's a dramatic change, but in the first place, he wasn't so greedy as to be satisfied.

I wanted to beat her. Woo-rung also wanted to win, and one day..... even the second horror was horrible.

Of course, discussing all of that will be after you lose your mind.

"Are you going to the academy this time, too? ''

"Yes, assuming you take the entrance exam. ”

Are you confident? ''

"What do you think?"

"… Well, you can be confident enough. If you can stand up to her, the dizzy won't even think about Dumbley. You can take pride. ”

How childish it looks to shrug when you say that.

Half of them sold out in their training even after the young lady left. From the Sword of the Seconds, to the Five Piercings and the Slash of Jenson..... He was able to carry all the weapons in his screening. Nevertheless, I still wanted to stay at 2 stars, maybe because of the small number of times....

'I wish I could handle it more freely.'

And three days later, Van was on the road.

It was a journey to the capital.

§

"Oh, Van! Look at that! That's the King! I can't believe there's a castle on the cliff. I didn't expect you to see that with my two eyes...!

'' Well, I see... "

There were no events on the way. No matter how stupid the bandits were, they didn't even recognize the mark of the Seconds. Recognizing the sign of the Great Gate was one of the essential virtues for bandits to survive.

Thanks to this, half and half of the younger generations of the early family were able to enter the capital in a fairly neat amber. Of course, there are still traces of villagers in the landscape of the capital.

"Brother Van. Hey, look over there. This is Master Ferguson's workshop...!"

'' Oh, did you say that the sword was that sharp? ''

"Is it just clever? If you want to buy a knife, you won't have to pay our yearly food bills."

"…… a year? I'm starving."

"Tea, hold on! Brother!"

Lee Kyung shook his head and dried up half. Van was one of the few friends who entered the early family. When she saw those two, she filled her tongue with tsk.

"You two. Don't look so agitated in the clothes of the Cho Family! It's embarrassing.”

"…… Sin, sorry……"

Lee Kyung quickly died. The young lady looks back at the warriors, not the blood of the Early House. Unlike those who were invited to attend, they had to take the exam one by one.

"You all pass the test. Don't even think about showing your face when you fall. Do you understand? ''

"Yes, I understand! ''

"Everyone go apply for an exam. We'll go in first. ”

As the blood tribes departed, the warriors sighed, looking at each other. Traveling with the nobles was not a pleasant and comfortable experience, even with jokes.

Shall we go right away? ”

Van asked first. The time spent in the temple of the Seconds was the shortest of them, but compared to that, he was quite remarkable. In the mouth of the same martyr, it was not easy to hate him who only devoted the placenta of the day to training.

The academy was under Jupiter, next to a cliff. Without a bird watching that famous upside down waterfall, they all stood before the judge. Not necessarily, they were all busy.

"Hm.... Did everyone say they came from the early family? ''

"Yes, I'm here to apply for an exam."

"I don't think anyone can apply. Even if the House of Seconds is standing behind you, we need a separate verification."

"What do you call verification...?"

"Well, it's not that hard."

The referee smiles as he looks at them. It's funny to be so tense, I used to put my voice down on purpose.

"See that wolf over there?"

".. the ones in that spear?"

"Surviving against one of them for a minute. That's enough…… whether you're skilled, tenacious, or lucky, you deserve a chance. ”

The referee winks. Van looks at the wolf the referee pointed at without saying a word. He was much bigger than a dizzy man. The referee put another word on it.

'' And you can't take a flying bag. Wooden sword. Wand. That's about as much as it takes. I may be a volunteer, but it's a little hard for a wolf to get hurt. But will you challenge me? ''

The referee laughed meaningfully. The fishermen were usually filtered at this stage. Whether you are skilled or not, facing a wolf naked or otherwise is a considerable psychological burden.

But Van wasn't floating.

He was a prosecutor.

"It's a wooden sword, right? ''

I'm sure. "

”Let's take the test first."

It was a voice that felt no more nervous than I thought. The referee asked with a strange expression.

"Have you thought enough? I like the idea that we'll save our lives. Because I don't know how many bodies I cleared yesterday right now. ”

"You don't have to worry about that. I'm going in.”

"…… good luck. ”

Van turns his back on the referee's words and walks into the fence with a sack of wooden sword. And before he even took a few more breaths, a wolf entered the stadium.

'.. I still can't hear the voice of the sword on the wooden sword.'

I don't hear any memories. And just as the wolf does not wield a sword, so should the wolf's attack pattern be easily read. But it doesn't matter.

Van calmly took the rider formula. I smelled the wolf's saliva all the way here. The voice of the sword made him strong. However, the absence of a knife's voice did not weaken him.

No matter how it went, the experience he had permeated his entire body.

You want to save her from the wolves? '

Van's eyes became thinner. I didn't like it. I'm sure you're saying that because I didn't show you anything, but that didn't mean anything. It's like a clown in a fence like this, making fun of a wolf. It was a shame.

He was the best prosecutor in the world.

The wolf rushes. The teeth that break the human cervical bones instantly glow with horror. It was appalling.

Facing the wolf, Van twists his hand with a wooden sword.

The referee said hold on one minute. But he had no intention of doing so from the beginning. No one makes time against ants. Stab.

Just one stab was enough.

Van's wooden sword shoots like a ray of light.