Sword Whisperer

'' Well done, both of you. "

Whether it was a day of fighting between the survivors of the same family or a 16th grade in its own way, the people of the early family, including the spirits, held a banquet to buy them a drink.

Hezleck looked rather ugly than defeated. In fact, in one corner of his mind, there was always such an idea. If you use the machine to challenge it with power..... I think you can beat Van too.

The day it became clear that it was his illusion. I had a better sense of humor. Rather than a fair rival, not above and below latitude, I'd rather know that the other side is definitely on his side.

"We're just a few minutes away. Are you confident about winning? ”

"Well, it takes one person. ’ '

"Oh, the one with the double sword? ''

As soon as Van pulls out the horse, the young lady nods as if she knows. If anyone draws half the attention in this tournament, it was the red-haired man with the binoculars. What was her name? Before she stuttered her memory, Van opened her mouth.

"Shade."

"... Ah, that's the name. Are you really conscious because you remember your name?"

"I've never seen such a binocularity. And more than anything..... I don't even know how far I'm hiding my skills."

Van narrowed his eyes. It was a beer cup in his hand, but he was confronted by Shade with a knife. His binoculars were odd. It seemed like each sword was a rat to another swordsman.

Two rhythms. With two swords.

A swordsmanship that seems impossible unless you have two brains in one person's head.

I've never seen him before, but if he fights so hard...

'No, it's hardest not to speak Gigi. ’

"Drink, Van. ”

"…… Yes?"

"Don't think uselessly, drink first. Enjoy your victory today, and Hezleck's defeat. ”

"…… You are too much. Your Highness.”

Hezleck said with a dead expression. The spirit smiles and hits Hezlech's cup.

"I'm sorry, but sometimes I lose. How do you always win? ''

"I always lose again."

"… uh, it's a little sad then. Do you want to cry? I can cry sometimes if I'm drunk too much. ''

'' I will politely specification it. ”

Hezleck raises his glass of wine, answering in thickness. The young woman shakes her head with her eyes facing half. And it was then. Lee opened her mouth in a trembling voice.

"....... can I win? ”

At that, everyone looked at Lee Kyung. With Hezlek's current withdrawal, there were a total of 3 martyrs of the early family who survived up to the 8th grade. Van, Yule, and Lee.

And Kyung Lee's opponent was the Eight Shades.

"Good work."

Hezlek knocked on Lee Kyung's shoulder instead of giving an answer. Lee replied depressingly.

"I'll come back alive……"

§

"It's a river. ''

You were great, too. I'll see you at the Academy. ”

The other smiled faintly and fell to the ground with my amputated leg. Van looks around with a long sword in his sword. It was the same cheer I always had.

'Getting stronger. A little.'

If it was a fight, I did enough. However, it was the first time that I had experienced such a short period of intensive practical action.

Death is not far from the Colosseum. You don't have to kill your opponent to win, but it's also true that you don't have a death problem. As he enters the waiting room, Van looks at Shade. I never had a proper conversation with him. No, he talks to anyone.

I didn't lie down. Many people pretended to know him first, but..... there was not one person who could hear his voice.

'Are you pretending to be mysterious? Are you mute or...?'

I don't know. Van stopped thinking. I had too much curiosity about the enemy to deal with soon.

Lee Kyung and Shaid's match was scheduled to decorate the end of the day. After a quite intense battle, Yussel sits down as soon as he enters the waiting room.

”I'm out of my mind..."

”Well done, Yussel. ”

"…… how can you not sweat so much?"

”I didn't move much."

"Good job, anyway. ''

Yussel smiles and pulls out the bucket. None of them had to speak to Lee. Before the battle, I want to make my mind as clear and calm as possible. His appearance, sitting on the throne of the Patriarch, in some ways looked like a monk.

'Maybe Lee won.'

Van thought, wiping the blood on the knife. Although Lee was weak in character and was unable to put his strength into the attack, he was not much behind Hezlek in dealing with Gi. I don't know if it's a fight, but in practice like this.....

Soon after, Lee climbed onto the stadium.

"Can we win? Lee Kyung.”

”If you don't panic, you end up in a hurry, there's a chance. ”

From the start, I had to use my chi to do my best attack. And Lee Kyung did as they judged him.

It was a textbook swordsmanship. Though it may seem graceful to someone, one of Lee Kyung's screenings had all the basics that the Secondary Family thought were ideal.

Nevertheless, Shade was not pushed.

'.... I also dealt with Gigi.'

Without Gigi, the Sword of the Early Family, which had no choice but to take a sword, Shade stood by my Broad Sword. No, I was ahead. It was hard to resist even if half of them were standing there.

Even if it covers.....

'Lost. This fight.'

I cheered on Lee Kyung, but the reality was harsh. In fact, Lee Kyung was increasingly unable to keep up with Shaid's speed, and in the end….

"Ah!"

Yussel threw up his sighs. Lee Kyung's right arm, holding the sword, fell to the ground. If the therapists were down there waiting, they wouldn't be able to scream.

Van watched as he opened his lips. Lost. Lee Kyung will now fall beneath the ground, and a heavy trumpet will ring for the winner.....

"What?"

And it was that moment. Van grabs the spear in the waiting room. The victory is broken. But why is Shaid still holding the sword? Why, as if I was going to take down Lee Gyeong-gyeong in no time....

"Oh, no!"

Yussel screams aloud. The sword of Shade is still pointing towards Lee Gyeong's neck....

— Stop it.

It was then that the voice rang.

Shade stops as if caught in something. The sound of the late trumpet resounded, and a silent voice resounded in everyone's ears.

— Win and lose. Gather the sword for your honor. Young prosecutor.

Lee Kyung has long since been sucked under the ground. Shade holds the sword slowly. The crowd just shouted the same cheer as when they didn't know that a young man almost lost his life.

Of course, when Shaid comes back to the waiting room, Van stares at him, stopping him.

"…… why?"

"........"

”Why did you try to kill Lee Kyung? You must have already won or lost the arm cut line. ”

"Fuck off. I'm tired."

"What? Fuck off? Where do you come from on the subject of killing people? ''

Yule, who was watching from the side, raised his voice. Shade grabbed a sword instead of an answer. Yussel opened his lips and looked at him like that.

'Good'. Let's do it, shall we? ''

"Yule. Stay still."

"But! ''

”It wouldn't be nice to make a fuss. Whether you want it or not, you and I will fight back here. ”

Van growled.

"Remember, Shade. I won't forget you tried to kill Lee Kyung. When you get to the stadium with me, you better remember this moment. ’ '

"Huh. Good barking. ''

”Hey, you!"

Yussel yells out loud, but Shade passes by them as if he's bothered. Van said quietly, grasping Yussel's shoulder.

"Stay still. Yule, now is not the time."

"... But he's too ridiculous!

"Don't worry."

Van's eyes narrowed.

'' He'll pay for it soon. ”

§

'Why?'

'Why did you try to kill Lee Kyung?'

How far can he go? '

'…… can I deal with it?'

'I haven't been so cruel until now...'

'Was it because of Lee Kyung?'

"When can I be a three-star? '

It was a foggy night. Van swings Lucas' shortsword and is locked in his thoughts. Lee Kyung was fortunate. The arms seemed to have been cut off before, but he seemed a little surprised by the almost dead situation.

The people of the Secondary Family were all angry without a case in point. Trying to kill their man, it's already been disabled. I was forced to feel bad.

Van imagined Shaid's sword a few times and had an imaginary battle. Compatible with Lucas' talent, it was a training method that was not so difficult at the moment. He recalls the number of all kinds of cases in which his double sword would be forged, and the deeper the night, the more vivid the black shadow was drawn.

And the clearer the sword became, the more one answer Van could get.

'We need to be able to carry all the weapons to the screening. ’

The odds were too low to go in a way that took advantage of the momentary force as it is now. Lesson 4. Three days until the battle with Shaid. Can we really cross the limit of two stars that have remained in it?

"Do you have a lot on your mind? Van.”

It was then that my voice was heard. Familiar, but a voice I haven't heard in quite a while. Van raises his head with a dark expression.

It was Uyung. Since when has he been sitting on the wall with his nose closed? He asked.

"Shall I break your wall? ”

"…… Yes? ''

"I don't know anything else..."

Uyung bounces his nose toward the gravel field. Seeing the stone of the coven scattered in powder, he smiled satisfactorily. "Well, I'm good at smashing things. ''