Sword Whisperer

"…… Can I really wear it like this?"

I don't care. A garment that symbolizes the Cho family. No one can think of it as seemingly formal. Because if you think about it, you'll get knocked over by us. ”

Wu Liung laughed. Van stares down at my black porch with a steamy expression. Thinking about how often this tapestry was bowed to sweat, it was strange to go to the admission ceremony in these clothes.

'' You're half of the Seconds. "

Looking at that class, Uyung said in a nutshell.

"Your wounds are revealed by you, not by the clothes you wear. So don't freak out. You're not going to get punished, you're going to get a prize, right?"

'' I guess so, huh? ''

”I do.”

There are several sectors in the admission examination at the Citadel Academy. In the article, the two sectors are divided according to whether they are near or far apart, and if you include several kinds of disciplines, it's about ten.

That evening. Van entered the Grand Chamber of the Academy for the admission ceremony. And as soon as I walked in, I twisted my tail.

"Khh... That's horrible. ’ '

Immediately after, Abid murmured. It was a landscape to say that. A grand hall with over a thousand people. Next to them, hundreds of students, each wearing an academy-specific black cape, stood and stared at them.

But the problem was not the number of people. Half of them were capable aristocrats from birth, and the other half were skilled enough to learn in the same place as such aristocrats.

Hundreds of monsters.

The eyes of those monsters.

Van licked his lips and stabbed me in the waist without knowing. I wanted to hold the knife because of the tension, but unfortunately there was not even a dagger on his waist.

"It's not touching. Citadel Academy. ’

I can't believe you're trying to kill him in a place where you have to celebrate admission. Van walks more confidently, even as he breaks down. Sixty-three other main lines follow him quietly.

Of course, this was not an admission ceremony for nobles. The noble newcomers of the year, including the youth, will already be in the crowd. I didn't like it very much. They deserved it.

'The nobility is strong enough for its own lineage. ’

All he could see was that he had ended up not beating the old woman. Can we win now? I don't know. Even if I can handle Gigi all the time..... it will give more power to the spirit, but it may be over.

The problem is…….

'How many of them can I win?'

Maybe there isn't. Of course, with the exception of the scholars, among those who are special to combat..... there are not many who are weaker.

I wanted to be strong as soon as possible. Stronger and stronger…… no matter where you go, it's hard to find someone stronger than him.

Swordsman Van. The dream is now beginning to come true..... but so Van felt how far it is from reality.

"Representative of Knighthood and Proximity Combat, Van."

It was then that the voice rang. Just as it did in the competition hall, it didn't sound that loud, but it rang in everyone's ears. Van took a step forward. On a statue, an old man with a long white beard looks at him with a small smile on his mouth.

"I looked deeply at your black impression. You can see that this Citadel Academy was built for someone like you. I came here without the blessing of the family. Where are more gluttonous than this? ”

"Thank you, dean."

”The Citadel Academy welcomes you. So we should have a present. ’I give you the cloak of Citadel.' ''

It was the moment when it was over. Where it came from, Citadel's cloak suddenly rises above the body of the newcomers. When everyone looked embarrassed in the same landscape as the magic, the dean smiled satisfactorily.

"Welcome. To the academy.”

§

".... Are you Van? ''

"You're half"? ''

"Oh, it's you, right? The winning kid."

There were quite a few who were looking for Van. There were many people, but the auditorium was wider than that. Nevertheless, Van had to feel like the auditorium was still full due to the crowds around me.

After holding on to him for so long, he barely escaped, and the spirit looked at him with a strange, proud expression. Van looks at her with a trembling expression.

"…… why are you looking at me like that? ''

"No, I wanted to grow up well."

"You seem to be my mother."

"Don't raise your voice anymore. At the academy, you only raise your voice to the senior. Have you forgotten? ''

"No matter how..."

”'The discipline of the Academy prevails over all the rules except those established by the King.' Read the doctrine properly later. ”

"I see..... No, I see. ”

It wasn't easy to change the tone suddenly. The spirit looked at the half and raised his mouth.

”Stronger?”

"A little."

"..... should I stick to it sooner or later? ''

Speaking like that, he was an early family man who had no choice but to hold his eyes full of hope.

And him, too.

"Of course.”

I wanted to find a place to wield a sword right now. Van smiles like that and puts his gaze on one side. Shaid looks at him. Thinking about the skill he showed in the competition, no one would say a word, but there was no one around him strange enough to say it.

"He made a mistake. ”

I touched the man of the '' Seconds family. ''

”Well, I won't do anything rude to say that we're close to her, but... it seems like it's hard to get our beauty. And we're pretty much in love. ”

I wasn't really in the mood. I'm just being paid for what I did. I also wanted to thank you for being alive in the first place. 'Then, killing people..... why doesn't it feel so hard?'

Van never felt guilty about killing Auburn. I didn't even feel sorry. Just fought, won, killed. It felt like it was just a story.

I don't know if murder is that bad. Or if he's a poison freak. Or is there another reason....

It wasn't something I wanted to think about for so long. Van asked the young lady.

"Have you ever been with anyone? ”

'' Huh? ''

"Student, no, I mean. Fight..... Have you seen it?"

"I've fought."

What do you say to "I"? ”

"Funny. A lot."

The spirit pulls the tail.

"And they'll want to fight you."

§

He was assigned a place to stay, and the next day, half of them met the morning sun with meditation, and half headed to the training camp as soon as the sky became a little brighter.

I wanted to swing a knife, and I wanted to fight. I also wanted to buy a beautiful sword with the money I received from the competition prize, but I couldn't stand it if I didn't do this stubborn body first.

However, when I went to the last training camp, Van was forced to open his mouth, forgetting to wield his last sword.

"…… what is this? ''

Sword paradise.

It was a landscape that could only be expressed. On one side of the training camp, there was an endless proliferation of weapons exhibits. It was more of a landscape than I had seen in the nature of the early armed forces. And Van was able to choose all of them.

[Grabbed the Great Sword of the Weight-controlling Examiner.]

Material: Steel

Quality: Rare

Owner: Denton Dade 4-Star

Memory retention rate: Ha

Remarks: It would have been an ordinary great sword, but it seems to have been lightened by the long training of one prosecutor. Maybe, sometimes it's heavy.

[Your swordsmanship level is currently 3 stars. Memory tuning is adjusted to 'Normal'.]

[Requires training!]

[I grabbed the autopsy of the "twisted arm test."]

[Grabbed the Bastard Sword of 'Examiner with thousands of Souls'.]

[I grabbed the reverse blade of the test that doesn't see blood.]

"No way. ’

In the early family, Van used to think that sometimes. What if I could hold all those weapons in the warehouse..... innumerable weapons in the nature of the Secondary Ghost. If you could read the memories of all those kinds of weapons. If I can make it his....

But no matter how you think about it, it almost seemed too suspicious. The Sword of the Seconds was mostly in the form of a Longsword. It must be the same longsword, but if you can see that it's changing.... Even Lucas' Shortsword or Five Long Swords were hard to pull out so often.

But if you have a knife of this kind, If there's just an excuse for wanting to get used to different kinds of weapons..... no, even without an excuse, I just couldn't bear to go on like this. If you just pass by looking at these tasty guys, isn't it rewarding to have these abilities?

Van looks back one by one at the weapons stacked there. Even if most swords could not, the 4-Star contained the memory of its owner.

It was fun. Van was convinced at this moment. No matter how good a swordsman is at the Academy, you can't be a better teacher than these knives.

And so, it's also true that Van can get the best class no one can get at this academy.

Van searched the knife for a long time. I wanted to absorb all the memories of the knives in my mind, but the time was limited.

And at some point, half of those who took a knife smiled.

Found it.