Sword Whisperer

'Well, I still can't touch one hairy tip...'

It was fast to have power. Van was able to shed all or eliminate all of the Age's aggression with minimal movement, but still could not show more movement.

If you read more of Glass's swordsmanship, could it be a little different then? It was unknown.

But it still meant something. Because there was a quite clear physical difference between exhausting all the power and spilling.

"Do you want to use a sword that is so reckless on the subject you learned from the early family? ''

"... isn't everything okay just to be strong? ''

”You have to feel strong! You're so strong! ’ '

"I think I know what you're talking about. ”

Van smiled awkwardly. Even if I told you to deal with it, it would be hard to deal with a glass test.

It was a weakness, not a half-weakness. If the prosecutor is only stronger than that, he will somehow find a way to deal with him, but if the swordsmanship itself is superior to that, Van should see that there is no win. He was able to overcome the difference, purely because of the swordsmanship that prevailed over his strength.

"I'm not fighting you. ’ '

Eventually, she squeezed and turned her back. Van wasn't particularly worried. The people of the Seconds don't budge for long. They didn't even remember they were angry at something when they woke up.

And even if it wasn't the spirit, there were many opponents he could compete with.

"Hey, Van. ”

A man approached. One of the nine great gates, the warrior of the Eustein family, Zeo. He smiles, revealing his white teeth.

"Now you're sticking with me. ”

In sum, Van was quite popular.

§

'That sucks. ’

Van looks up at the sky, lying on the ground. It's not always worth winning, but I thought maybe he was really used to winning because of Hezleck and other early family warriors. The defeat was worse than I thought.

Preliminary second-graders were almost half as difficult to deal with as they were. That's it. I could understand. No, I was rather excited. If an academy class changes people that much in a year, it's also going to be incredibly strong in a year's time.

But the same freshmen had different stories.

From the time the nobles were born, Tagona thought of the 'blessing', it was inevitable that there was a gap between them..... but the power that the blessing brought was so strong that she wanted to be unreasonable.

Especially in the case of the Nine Great Inquiries, there was no opponent who could win by half. Of course, I didn't stick with them all, but just the warrior of Youstein right now..... I was already in the middle of thinking about what to do with him by wielding his long nails like a dagger.

'.... I need to absorb more of the Senior Glass Sword.'

Van deliberately grabbed the hallucinogens more often. I even used that hallucinogeny when I was in a fight. The warriors of the early family wondered why they used a knife that they didn't use all of a sudden, but it didn't matter as much as they knew Van had a bit of a greed for it from the beginning.

It was still a sword that did not shine in front of the nine great gates. She said, 'It's annoying.' Yes. Just to make it better annoying, it's still not enough swordsmanship to take the lead.

I can't help it. How great a piece of fruit can be made with a swordsmanship that weighs heavily on defense.

'What kind of examination did the senior glass..... become? ’

I don't know how long it's been since I graduated. Given that it's a long tradition to leave a knife in a training ground, he may already have graduated a few decades ago.

I wanted her to be strong. Noble or Nine Gates, no one can see it so easily.

However, even if it isn't..... her swordsmanship will help him become the best prosecutor in the world.

Holding the sword of glass, Van was able to shed the sword as smoothly as a dizzy knight.

And his hand will continue to absorb the specialties of so many inspectors.

How to cut. How to stop. How to get rid of it. How to shed it.

How to open the streets. How to narrow it down. How to mix herbs. How to change the trajectory.

When all those specialties came together in one place, what kind of test would he be?

Half could only think of one case.

The best inspection in the world.

When I was a kid, the dream that I had in my mouth as a joke..... now it's the future.

§

The first day I went to the training ground, Hay, who had beaten the other half, hasn't seen a wiretap since that day. But it didn't matter. Now that I'm standing in front of him, I was wondering if I could get a good look at his sword.

Instead, Van focused more on the memory of the glass. In the age of glass, of course, there were nobles, and she had to deal with numerous warriors with blessings.

In front of all kinds of abilities, including the power of the Earl Family, the prophecy of Jesus, and the fairy tale of Eustein, she heard the sword.

And I've always lost.

Maybe a normal noble family. Among the nobles, the clans of the Nine Great Gates who were known to have the strongest blessings..... were too strong to face a female prosecutor without one blessing.

Sometimes I win, but it's only my younger or younger classmates.

Whenever he slept, Van met the glass.

'I am weak.'

'And it will be weak in the future.'

'That's what ordinary people are. Lower than the nobles, incompetent than the nobles..... and useless than the nobles.'

'I don't like it. ’

'I can't admit it. ’

I couldn't talk a word. All Van could do was listen to Glass's thoughts and concerns. Whenever I wielded the sword, whenever I had to 'spill' the attacks I couldn't resist, I had to feel half the pain that glass felt.

And he realized at some point.

Glass has a talent for 'spilling', so it's not a specialization.

It was just the best choice she could make.

So Van was forced to take her swordsmanship even more seriously.

"..... Are you going to be okay?"

Shoot. Come on. ''

”You don't know if you're hurt? ''

Hezlek shook his face and protested with an arrow. Avoiding arrows is not more difficult. You can throw yourself at a roughly right angle.

But now Van was telling me he was going to spill an arrow with a knife. I'll spill all the arrows without moving a single foot.

Even the students stopped their training for a while and looked at them.

"..... That training method, you look pretty familiar? ”

"That's what we did in the summer. Glass Flow Training."

"I think I heard the story from somewhere.... It's easy to see blood like that. ”

”And with such a thin body? I listened to Kukri on purpose. ”

"Well, if you're good, what's the problem? Youstein spills with his fingernails, and the early wizards grabbed him and threw him in the palm of their hand."

".... Isn't that enough to shed?"

Van didn't hear their voice. He will, because all of his nerves were focused on that arrow.

It was a training method that was in the memory of glass. And through this training, she was able to capture more accurately when the opponent's 'attack' came.

If the ability of the peninsula develops a little more...

One of Hay's swords I didn't even notice.

Maybe you can feel it.

"Shoot!"

Van reiterated. Hezleck shoots the arrow as if he had no choice. Half the pupils have been reduced. In his eyes, only the trajectory of the arrow looked like a sword. Let's pick up the sword, like a spill, so it won't be a burden on the sword. Don't even make a sound.

One foot. Two. Three-foot. Arrows are shot almost ten feet apart. It was about time everyone nodded for a better grade than I thought.

Puck! Arrows stuck in Van's thighs with a sound. All the spectators frowned. Hezlek asked in a panicked voice.

”Hey, hey, you okay? ”

"…… It's okay. ’ '

Van breaks the arrow. This much pain was unbearable. Glass continued her training even with four arrows all over her. Pride didn't allow me to cry with this.

Van is back in position. He looks at Hezleck face to face.

"Wow. Again."

"Hey, but."

”Please, Hezlek. Shoot me. Trust me."

"..... The grumpy one. ''

Hezleck sighs, saying he doesn't know why he's in this role. But in the end he picks up the bow again.

On that day, Van struck two more arrows and spilled thirty-five more arrows.

And the next day, he hit two arrows, and he blew a total of seventy arrows.

It's been a long time since the New Year, when January came and February came.

In the vicinity of Van, not only Hezlek, but also Lee Kyung and Yussel were holding a total of five protests.

There are no arrows in your body. I could only hear arrows and swords cutting through the air around him.

Nevertheless, neither of the arrows touches his body.

You said 'yes', right? ''

Looking at Van like that, Uyung looks back at Hay.

”He's real, too. Like you.”

"..... I used to say half."

Hay had a stiff face, not his usual smiling face. And so Wu Liung realized that Hay was rather pleased.

Hay murmured.

"This first grade is going to be pretty noisy."

And at the heart of that commotion, I'm sure...