Sword Whisperer

"…… failed. ”

"I'm sorry, Captain. I think the students at the academy were stronger than I thought. ”

'' It's fine. Where in all the world is there anything that can only be done as we wish? If I had, the North..... wouldn't be like this either. ”

A man called Captain slowly looked around. It was a collapsed building. No, it might be more appropriate to call it a collapsed castle. The bookshelves, or walls, were all over the place, and the gray ghosts looked down at the torn books with a gloomy expression.

"Have you come to the spirit of benzene? ''

"…… Yes. Here I am. But I think I've been hit by a white-salt..."

"It's okay. If there's any debris left."

The commander accepted that the luggage should be handed over. The captain smiles bitterly, looking down at the ominous black energy in the small wooden cabinet.

”After all these years of hard work, this is what it looks like. I'm sorry, benzene. ”

Whenever he touches the commander, Benzene's spirit roars. I wanted to see a glowing light in the commander's eyes, but soon the voice fell helplessly.

"And I apologize again. It means you can't easily send even the last remaining spirits. ”

It was that moment. I was wondering if I could hear Benzene's tearing screams, and soon I started sucking into the palms of the commander's hands. Benzene

Everything I left in this world was slowly absorbed. Mind. Memory. Starting with the diet, all sorts of detailed memories.

And I was surprised the moment I watched the captain's face. A look I haven't seen in decades was seen on the commander's face. It's like, 'I must be alive'..... that look on my face.

The commander opened his mouth.

"..... you're here."

'' Yes..? "

"I'm finally here. Here he is. He is..... the one who was promised. ”

Sadness. Cheer. Misses and guilt. Usually the emotions that a person will express throughout his or her life, he or she touches beyond his or her voice and expression in a blink of an eye.

"The Savior will end this filthy history. ”

§

It was a misty day.

Seeing the remains of a burning serifa, the Academy's trainees said nothing.

There are still three missing persons out there. I didn't know if they were missing because of the Ghost Corps that Van's group encountered or for some other reason…… but I was as sure as I could no longer run the retreat.

”Do you have any last words? ''

”Hm..... the kingdom is rotten. My family is waiting for me. Let him go!”

It wasn't that hard to find the warehousekeeper who spilled the white coal. The storekeeper was laughing even as the axe day slit my throat. Though the horror drenched his face with tears, the glowing eyes beyond the bites clearly contained the pride of doing the right thing. It's like I just did what I had to do.

That arrogance upset Van.

'.... Senior Serifa was not a cheap man even if he died.'

But how can I die laughing as if I were the only one who helped her to die? Why do the villains look at them this way so slowly?

War was always like that, but he just didn't know it. I didn't know. However, the weight of the sword on my back..... is just a little strange, unlike before.

The strong wins and the weak loses. The strong live and the weak die. It was logical that I thought it was natural. And it was also my favorite logic. If the logic of medicine dominates the world, all he had to do was be strong. It was much simpler to formulate all sorts of herbs, and then to worry about human body and side effects than the path of a medicinal drug.

I thought so.

"…… I feel lost. ”

The way back to the Academy. It was the night I was standing on fire. Anya hugs her knee and mutters.

”As a member of the Nahar family, all I have to do...... is set fire. I thought so. That wasn't all."

"…… we are still students. Of course it's not enough. ”

”Maybe so. But is it true that Senior Serifa is dead? ''

"I decided. Van.”

"What?”

”It's going to get stronger. ”

Anya grabs her fist. It was a small, white fist. Nevertheless, half of the fists did not look small. Anya cries. She cries and grinds her teeth.

'' I will be strong, so I will never let anyone around me die again. ”

"…… yes."

Van couldn't see Anya.

"Then."

Half of them rarely slept until the fire broke out. Van pulled out the hallucinogram of glass he hadn't held in his hand for a while after the border incident.

[I have the hallucinogram of the spilling lizard.]

Material: Steel

Quality: Legendary

Owner: Glass 5-Star

Memory Retention Rate: Award

Remarks: The spirit of the prosecutor who spilled all the attacks was contained.

It was a different explanation than before. But that didn't surprise Van. Surprisingly, it wasn't just a few letters.

— You're finally holding me. Have you cleared your mind? Junior.

"…… good to see you. Senior."

Van said in a low voice. Complex gaze turned to his sword. I have a story I'd like to hear about. Will you answer me? "

§

"… so, you don't remember the North?"

- I think I remember..... I don't know. I remember everything when I had this sword..... but I didn't hold it after graduation. Maybe that's why?

”They said that. The kingdom has abandoned the North. It's like...... the North deliberately made the North perish. ”

—... I don't really want to imagine.

Glass said in a bitter voice. It was a lifetime dedicated to the kingdom. After that, he was thrown out of the kingdom and died? It wasn't a very nice story.

Van was left speechless. I recalled what the Revolutionaries, no, said to me by the rebels. I don't know how ugly the kingdom you have in you is.

Honestly, I didn't really care about that at the time. The village he grew up in was peaceful, and unlike the border, it was a place where even the seeds of the night could not be seen.

But when I met the Ghost Captain this time, peeked at the sadness and pride behind the negative energy of Han..... and saw the warehousekeeper facing death without regret, Van realized that he had not thought of the most important thing as a prosecutor.

Who will be the sword for?

People call him a martyr of the early family, but it was difficult to see Van as a martyr of the early family. He could receive the teachings of the early family in exchange for helping Uyung, because he promised to belong to the early family and was not their martyr.

Then whose sword is he? Is it his own sword? Is it the sword of the Kingdom or the sword of the Academy? It was an unspeakable problem. There's only one thing he can say with confidence.

'..... the rebellion must be over. ’

That's what Van came to the conclusion. Maybe their definition is really right. But if that justice caused people to die like Serifa..... Van didn't want to care what they meant anymore.

As Anya said, I have to protect the people around me.

For the people of the early family, for the people of the academy.

I met his friends.

§

"The power is too strong."

"The attack is so honest. Aren't you overreacting? ”

"Don't run too fast. The advantage of the wand is that it can be kept away. Why are you giving up on your advantages? ”

After returning to the academy, Anya asked Van for a duel. To be precise, I was close to an extracurricular man wearing the robes of a battlefield.

If you don't use the power of White Flame, Anya's wand was not that threatening. Because in martial arts, I was, honestly, half overwhelmed. No, when I only learned martial arts, all I could do was hang out with half of my first grade.

It was day after day that I learned everything about being strong. Van lived all day grabbing a knife. The reason for weakness is that sometimes it can also be a reason to lose everything. As much as that, he couldn't stand my weakness any longer.

I regarded it as a shame that it didn't come out of my mouth.

No matter how strong the opponent was, he took all defeats indiscriminately.

I stopped thinking because there was no blessing in the Nine Great Gates of Nobility.

The Black Spirit was heavy. The Black Flame of Cloth is exquisite, and Anya's White Flame burns so hot that it is hard to reach.

Zeo's playfulness, assimilated to all kinds of beast sensations, was overwhelming, and Zeo was physically on top of him for a long time.

If I was a classmate, especially a nobleman..... I had one reason to be stronger than that. It's fast, it's hard, it's flying in the sky, it's going off to the ground.

So, Van had to find out why I had to be stronger than them.

And the reason was set from the beginning.

I did not stay in the hallucinogram of glass. I grabbed the short sword of 'Examine only what you want'. I grabbed the rapier of "Steel Piercing Inspection." The 'Examiner of the Unquenchable Fire’ grasped the Kukri, and the 'Examiner of the Swallow' grasped the plot.

Not all the memory of the sword was intact. The physical condition is different, there is no blessing that the test has, so there is no memory left intact, so the level is too high.

That's right, it was a shattered sword... It wasn't a sword.

I fixed a sword that didn't fit him. I embraced the experience of the old seniors. In front of all sorts of monsters they had to confront, Van also stood. The high rate of memory preservation made all the experiences they had experienced his as a servant, as they were in the middle.

It was not up to my classmates, it was up to my seniors. Even Shade, who didn't even mix up the conversation, wanted to inscribe as clearly as possible his experience with double-edged swordsmanship.

It's up. I saw it, I felt it. From the lectures of professors, from the experience of seniors. And as Gigi did to anyone, he certainly rewarded his efforts.

Van was able to run at almost the same speed as Junma. The sky allowed me to look at the bird's eyeballs.

That way, I was about to spend my third grade winter.

The Black of the Early Family with Strength was still heavy.

So he was able to shed that weight completely.

Looking to the future, the family reads his sword as always.

So he learned a pleasure sword that he didn't know how to react to.

To fight Youstein with tireless stamina and savage agility,

You had to know how to fight with your stamina.

To deal with those who are purely stronger without blessing,

He had to grow my swordsmanship to the limit.

That's it, third-grade winter.

"... That's ridiculous."

Zeo looks down at my broken fingernails and swallows his exhaled breath.

One day, the story began to be taken for granted.

Everyone put their mouths together and said, "The strongest of the third graders is the young man, the most persistent is the zeo, the most spectacular is the know, the strongest is the half.

Half of the Five Swords.