Sword Whisperer

'' Argh, Argh, Argh... "

I can't breathe. I breathe like I'm being chased by something in the moonlit forest. No, in a way, he seemed to be after something.

He hid himself between the souffles. Even though it would not have been easy to get out of the bush, he nevertheless looked around with anxious eyes as if something was constantly watching him.

”Please...... Oh, my God. What am I supposed to believe now? The sheep were wolves, the wolves were friends of the sheep, and I am the only sheep in the land...

God didn't answer. Dory, the true god, has been silent ever since. The man trembled. I didn't even know if it was cold, anger, or horror that made him tremble.

”We must punish false sheep and wolves……. We have to punish. Burr, bee..."

A quiet murmur filled the bush.

Still, that voice couldn't get out of the bush.

§

"... don't think the Academy will be watching your back for long!"

"If anyone sees it, they'll die on purpose because of the academy. ”

The spirit replied in a loud voice, robbing him of the blood on the sword. There were already quite a lot of people around her who ran a thousand on her blade.

They were slaves. The spirit of seeing young children trapped in wooden spears frowned even more. That's why I didn't have a situation in my hand when I ended up on the line to cut off my arm. They were not the ones who lived to help the world.

There were quite a few of them who knew how to handle Gigi. As a dizzy guard, he was a tough opponent to confront.

However, it was those who dared to put themselves in the strongest position at the Citadel Academy. They could not resist the White Flame of Ania, the power of the Spirit, or the wilderness of Zeo. Not to mention Van's black.

The slaver mercenaries trembled and tried not to come to Van. His black venom was heterogeneous. A scattered sword. In front of that sword, they were forced to slash to the ground without even knowing what was cut.

”I think I've taken care of it all. ”

"…… good. Let's send a signal."

Anya nods and shoots her white salt into the sky. Her white salts, whitening the sky by the evening sun, would be visible no matter how far away.

Van's sword moved. The wooden prison that held the people was cut down like a leaf, and the slaves in it stared at half with frightened eyes.

"…… a lot of work. It's safe now."

Despite Van's remarks, they were still not reassuring notices. Van only realizes that he must be a bloody devil.

”Van.”

It was then that Anya called Van. When Van looks back at her, she puts the white salt in my hand on Van's body. Once the white flame that burns only blood burns, he looks a little better than he just did. Van laughed bitterly.

"Thank you."

"Anytime."

Anya shrugs.

The Lord's soldiers came with torches before sunset. The lord could not speak easily when he saw the lost slaves. When I heard that I didn't need reinforcements, I wanted to know why..... but now I understand. They have long overlooked the strength of an ordinary knight.

"... Thank you. Everyone, thank you so much!"

It was a blessed family that fermented liquor tastefully. Their family's troops were a little better than the village where half of them used to live..... and because of that, even though the slavers nearby grabbed the place, they didn't intend to run into each other.

"It's all a tough time. You have to help and live. ’'

Van quietly replied. After they let Kane go, they had four more missions. And one thing I realized through him. The world was vast and peace was not natural. Misfortune could be wrestled everywhere…… There are too many helpless people in the world.

Lord Tyrell grinds his teeth and says,

"The king gave all the people the right to be free..... but there are still a lot of thieves in this world. Knights like you have a future for this kingdom. Please..... this country. ”

That evening, a banquet was held. The lord laughed as he sliced the beef in the skewers himself.

"I wanted to be a knight when I was a kid. It was also my dream to go to the Citadel Academy. In the end, I only live here making wine."

"That's a good wine. I don't even know how to get drunk. ’ '

Zeo said with a truly admirable expression. Sensitive, he understood well how much Tyrell's wine was worth. It's actually quite famous in Citadel.

Tyrell smiled softly and replied.

”A life that doesn't fight has its flavor. Thanks to you, I'm in a good mood today. ’ '

"The slaves will no longer be in this area. ”

"I hope so."

The banquet ended briefly.

When I go back to my home, I get the same time as I always do. Whether he was hugging glass or hugging another sword, his night was always with the sword.

"… why can't I have that idea yet? ''

[Well, maybe that's why we talked about it before. It's not just about silk technology that I'm thinking about spilling. I was obsessed with spills to overcome my physical weaknesses, and basically whatever I did to people, I was the kind of person who spills everything. It was a sword that suits me in many ways. But..... are you?]

Van's blood was flawless, but as a man..... or as a prosecutor, Van was really close to 'warrior'. He enjoyed the battle and felt the moment he stood in front of a strong man who might give me death.

Since the basic structure of the accident is different, it may be natural not to put the 'idea’ of glass in his sword. In the first place, it wasn't that much of a thing to think about in the morning.

[I grabbed the Kukri of "Dusty Scan."]

Material: Steel

Quality: General

Owner: Davidson 3-Star

Memory retention rate: Ha

Remarks: A blood-loving swordsman. You can smell the blood if you smell it.

[Your current swordsmanship level is 4 stars. Memory tuning is adjusted to the limit.]

'Hmm…'

It was Ben Mercenary's sword today. Van almost absorbed the swordsmanship of the exam just by swinging it in the air a few times. Bad habits, good habits. Individual necessities, even that.

Of course, it would take some time to fully absorb without being lacking, but it was not enough. Just looking at the essence of the swordsmanship, Van could only get what he needed to get out of it.

"I feel like my body only grows sideways. '

Obviously, the kind of swordsmanship he could speak was getting more and more everyday. I could even read the opponent's sword when I touched it, so I thought there might not be a better test in terms of 'surprises'.

'I'd like to try to get Siraz's sword...'

If the Shiraz family had an examination, and traces of swordsmanship accumulated over so many generations remained in their swords..... half could grow incomparably by understanding it now.

[Don't be nervous. Van. You're strong enough now. At least not to me.]

"…… is that so? ''

[It's not uncommon for an examination to capture ideas. At least the one who does it before graduating from the academy..... well, not so much historically.]

You were right. In fact, in the training grounds of the Academy, a sword containing the memory of a 5-star owner was very rare.

But what I wanted to be half was that rare test.

"…… Senior. ”

[Why again.]

"I'm going to ask you again today. ’ '

Van smiles shyly with a glass hallucinogram. Yuri sighs.

On that day, half of them died five times in a dream.

§

Ugh, hey, look. Hey, Van Sunbae! "

"…… what? How long has it been since you left the mission?"

”Do you honestly mean something like mission difficulties at Van Sunbae Joe? It's hard to fail unless you're right with the knights. ''

Didn't you say you had a failed mission in the beginning? "

”Ah, that Shiraz family thing? I heard you let it go on purpose. ”

"... Although, the Shiraz escapees are pretty tough. ''

As soon as Van and his group returned to the Academy, the juniors began to murmur. I also did. It hasn't been less than a year and a half since they turned fourth grade. Nevertheless, they have already completed their sixth mission.... There are only three missions left until the ninth mission.

”The mood has changed. Certainly.”

”Even in the previous year..... the fourth graders seem to be a little different from the rest of the mission. ’ '

In fact, it was only half the time. His barbaric atmosphere remained, but now he also remained calm beyond the wilderness. Watching the prosecutor grow up was quite amusing.

And, of course, that was enough to stimulate the minds of still curious juniors.

"Let's stick to it. Senior."

It was the strongest progress in the third grade. She was also the younger cousin of the young woman. And of course, he also had the power of the early family.

He admired Uyung from an early age and, like Uyung, used to use his bare fists. However, its strength, compared to that of Wu Liung, had to be hand-coloured. With the eyes of the juniors in the air, Van thought with a fist of truth.

'.... Was he this slow?'

Exactly half as fast. No, it would be better to say that the criteria have changed. On a mission, Van really tried to kill me.

I had to face their blades a few times. Of course, they were not faster than Jin-o, but..... each one weighed differently.

So, Van only seemed to understand why the fourth graders were so strong.

The half blade draws a soft line. As if he were painting in the air, Jino rolled over the ground with his fist.

A drop of sweat flows over Jino's forehead.

Jino's fist is full of sneezes.

Jino's clothes are already dirty.

But half was different. He didn't sweat a drop, and his collar wasn't dirty. I didn't even make a speculation against Jino. The progress was not strong enough to burn the speculation.

"... I was overwhelmed, but I became stronger. ''

They groaned. I wondered if it was possible to be that strong as a student. I don't know how to deal with a tough punch of Jino with that thin, thin hallucinogeny.

But Van still didn't like my strength. For him, "strength" was not meant to be stronger than anyone else. To put it simply, this is it.

He still can't ring the moon, can he?

That's why. When I entered the pavilion to pick up the mission, there was one thing that caught Van's eye.

It was a mission to the 'Mage Sword'.