Sword Whisperer

The cloth was evil, defending our front and looking at the half of the line. I wanted to know what kind of pathetic thing it was. I was thinking about running away from someone who wasn't even a ninth-grader.

The cloth looked at the others. Hey, no. Hezleck. Lungil. McDead. Millet. And a serifa that died so vain.

”Back off, Van. ”

"Senior……!"

"I'm not running away. Change of plans. ”

The cloth looked back at the number of all kinds of cases in its head. And I judged the situation slowly.

'His strikes were hard to react to. ’

'But is that possible? That we're moving at an unrecognizable speed?'

'There's a trick.'

"When did he move? '

'.... Yes, when he spoke for a moment, I did not raise my foresight for a moment.'

To break my foresight? If we really could not react at this rate, we would not have had to be conscious of my foresight…… 'and no more attacks. Why?'

'No way.........'

The cloth trimmed his face. He opens his mouth, lifting his foresight to the limit. Whenever a drop of sweat seeped into my mouth, it tasted salty.

"... Van, hey. I will devote all my strength to foresight from now on. So you must be my sword and my shield. Can you do that?"

"We have to stop it. We can't do anything else. ”

Hay growled and said, After Serifa died, his black hair became a little more rough than before, but that's how much more negligible it was. The cloth opened its mouth.

”I'm going to do everything I can now. Van will be the shield, hey, you'll be the sword. And no, you take care of the other junkies. If it's really you..... they won't hurt you. ”

"…… I understand, Senior."

Anya nods, holding the flaming white rod.

”Lungil, Millet, and McDead. You take the throne of Ania. And Hezlek, you need to go get backup right now. Don't worry about the boss. The three of us are gonna make it somehow."

"…… Very well, Senior. ”

The cloth grinds its teeth and stares at the Ghost Captain. He grinds his teeth quietly and says,

"He blundered like he could kill us all just now, and now he's quiet. ”

[…… This prophecy has always grasped my ankle.]

The Ghost Captain said quietly.

[But that would be it. You can't hang up on me if you want to grab my ankle. Until when…….]

"Hey, up! ’ '

Cloth hung up on the Ghost Captain and cried out. And it was that moment. Certainly, the Ghost Captain's sword, which he was just talking about, was being thrown down just above Hay. Screening seems to have been omitted. It was the sword that ended the Serifa a little while ago.

But, Hay got rid of it.

'What is this?'

The fingertips are flimsy. It was a fast and strong sword. But the strangest thing was that his body also appeared as if the sword had suddenly fallen out of the air.

"Half, top right! ''

The cloth raised its voice again as soon as Hay had just thrown out the Ghost Captain's sword. You're attacking again already? Doesn't make any sense.

It was time to think that way. Hay saw the new Ghost Captain turn blurry and reappear in front of Van.

And then I realized he was a ghost, not a man.

'.... Ghost was normal to have no form, damn it, is that it?'

Hay's eyes turned half. It was a heavy and fast strike. Just knowing the direction in advance, I wondered if half of them could get rid of it. And half of them thought the same thing.

Suddenly, the Ghost Captain appears with the blade in the air. Facing the sword that was about to cut his throat from the top right, Van grabbed it tightly.

Even at this moment, the memory of the glass flows. Between all kinds of seeds of the night, or knights she dealt with..... there was no one as strong as this Ghost Captain.

And she spilled out their attacks as well. Whether it's fire or lightning or fists. None of them appeared like a black in the air.... but still, still.

Swing the sword. Believe in the sword of glass. It was her will that spilled everything. The life of a knight who devoted his soul to the North. And that belief in her led half to draw a cleaner line than ever.

I could not believe that the sword and the sword clashed. The power of the sword wielded by the Ghost Captain remained. However, I just didn't reach Van.

'Please, Van.'

It was too heavy a burden to leave to the first grade. But there was no other way for them. I didn't even see the winning water for now. All you can do is survive. As long as his forecast can't be stuttered right now…….

'Whenever it is, the Lepidoptera will come. No, even if they are elsewhere..... the professors will come.'

Ten minutes is all he can expect. But in other words, they could be here in 11 minutes.

Anya and the four other first-graders were doing their best to keep the other ghosts from reaching the three. No, in Anya's case, she was fighting almost as if throwing herself. It was also because they were confident that they would not kill Anya, and now they are angry about this situation.

"You said you wanted me. ’

'It's because of me.'

'.... Then, did Senior Serifa die because of me?'

I called for useless accountability and useless self-defence. And that sense of indecency became even more furious, nurturing her fire.

"Let us, please, leave us alone! ''

Whenever the wand is swung, white salt burns the dull skin of the ghosts. The flame that burns the soul will not cease to work, at least not the foreground is certainly flowing in quite a positive direction.

'All that's left..... is to believe.'

I hope Van and Hay show you the best moves. And, hopefully, support will come before they reach their limits.

Blood was already flowing in the nose because of the excessive activation of the foresight. I had no choice but to weigh all the cases without slowing down the tension for a moment. Direction should also be cautious. Even if I told you the direction a little earlier, the Black Ghost Captain turned in a different direction and tore Hay and Van apart.

How many times have I seen a future where the difference of one second makes Van and Hay die?

Over and over again, the cloth found one surprising thing.

'Van is doing better than I thought. ’

I was swirling with blatant darkness to the black eyes of the Ghost Captain. Nevertheless, Van was relatively good at shedding his sword. Of course, shedding is a swordsmanship that allows you to confront a great power with a small force, but even so, it can't easily roll like that.

But why does Van, rather, feel like he's getting used to it over and over again?

"Same thing."

Van thought. Before he could learn to shed, he had to be able to face the sword of the Spirit. I don't see the Black Spirit in any other sense than this Ghost Captain's sword. Fast, strong.

So he had to learn to let the sword of the Spirit slip away from me with all my might.

Half the power gap has always been through. Despite this enormous blessing, Van always had to face those who were stronger than me.

And that, now, was keeping him alive.

Half of them now had a glass spill. I had all the experience glass went through. It's a familiar thing to shed a sword. Even if it is a sword that suddenly appears and swings without any preparatory action.

Besides,

[I'm sharing the sum with the owner of a better skill than you!]

[Analyzing opponent's knife!]

[The swords you use and the swords your opponent uses are largely consistent.]

On one side of the eye, such a window continued to emerge. Of course, I didn't analyze the other person's swordsmanship in the meantime. Van faced that spear as soon as he confronted the Ghost Captain.

And as soon as he saw it, Van realized what his swordsmanship was.

'Sec…… Sword. ’

Because of the omission of the preparatory movements, I couldn't help but notice the identity of the sword. But the sword drawn by the sword protruding from the air certainly resembled the sword of Secondary Swordsmanship.

I don't know why a prosecutor who has mastered superswordsmanship is a Northern Ghost and is trying to kidnap the Nahar clan. One thing is for sure, the second-generation swordsmanship was the one he was prone to shed above all else. He was always supposed to be a practice opponent.

Even if there was no preparatory movement, the second swordsmanship was the second swordsmanship. As the Inspectors of the Early Family had a better understanding of how the Sword moves than anyone else, they sometimes felt like they knew how the Ghost Captain's Sword would move without a thousand instructions.

— Reduce your strength.

I even heard an unfamiliar voice in my ear. No, I thought I heard it. The voice of glass. It felt like the sword was whispering to him. What is shedding, how much power to give, to the owner of a force stronger than me..... what position to approach.

The half-drawn sword softens little by little. It's not because I'm out of power. He moves without delay whenever the voice of the cloth rings, and falls helplessly every time he reaches the Black Van of the Ghost Captain.

Despite being in battle, Hay felt something strange looking at the class. Is it growing even here? I don't know what he looks like.

And at that moment, the Ghost Captain's sword stopped. Eyes half full of complex emotions.

[You, no way.....]

His words did not end.

Cuang! And a huge trunk of light is plunged down from the sky. It was as white as the sun was plugged into the ground, and it was a flame of purification. Despite the brightness that seems to be blind, the eye does not frown. No, none of it hurts. They too, the trees.

The only thing that burns is the ghosts.

[Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr]]

Not even a scream was burned in the fire and left in the world. Facing the sacred fire, the cloth lifted up its bloody face and smiled bluntly.

"Beer..... persistent."

Support has come.

§

The fierce battle with the Ghost and with the Ghost Captain ended so freshly that the fierceness felt ridiculous. It was the moment I understood why 'White Flame’ was said to be absolute against ghosts. Even the powder has not been properly found since the Ghost, the Ghost Captain, and the White Flame Sun came down.

"That's it. That's it. Runga. One student. ''

”Yes. I am a serifa from the Houston family. Can I take care of the body? ''

"…… It's only the second grade, and you've been through a lot. This kid, you too. ”

The White Flame Captain, Nahar Dane, mutters loudly as he looks at the body of Serifa. The professors and the original 'support staff' appeared shortly after. They looked down at Serifa's body for a long time and said,

"... I never thought I'd meet these guys at the border."

”Don't blame yourself. This is unexpected. ”

"I was sucking my fingers while my disciple was dead. How can you not blame yourself? ”

I should have anticipated it when the kids went missing. Under the blessing of the lighthouse, the ghosts are wandering around openly..... what the hell is going on? "

"…… things have already happened. Three are missing, one is dead. ”

”Is it true that the rebels held hands with the ghosts...?"

”I don't know. But whoever it is will pay for it soon. ”

They were all attacked that day. The white briquettes that carried the whole sky suggested something unusual was going on, but at the same time they made us not know where it was.

Van looks around quietly. Dane burst into tears and quietly stroked Mannhua's head.

"... I told you to train a little hard. You'll be beaten by a ghost. ”

”That's …… Hick…"

"All right, well done."

In addition, I heard such a sound. Why those ghosts could use white briquettes if they didn't even know they existed. We have to find the traitor. We need to find out if the rebels are involved or not.

But all that noise didn't ring in Van's head. Van looks down at the body of an apprentice serifa. Few rapporteurs. I just watched it turn into a fist stone in the training ground, and there was something like that in the blessing.

I don't cry.

But I feel like I've lost something.

"Van! Hezleck! Are you okay? No one's hurt!? ”

A late visitor breathed heavily and looked at them. How hard you've been running, your face is already red. Van and Hezleck looked at each other. The inevitable futility has formed on their faces.

"…… it's okay. ”

It was a short retreat.

Nevertheless, Van thought he would never forget this retreat for life.