Sword Whisperer

It's a pretty good name to hear. A free knight. A name that will chase after romance and youth to explore the world and reveal the unknown realm. I didn't know that name, which seemed like a warrior to me, might sound cool to someone I didn't know.

But it was different for those who knew the circumstances. A free knight means no master, and in most cases, it means he's bad enough not to want anyone to reap it.

"... Why did you come up with that idea? The Knights looking for you are all over the world. The Royal Knights seem to be ready to take you anytime soon."

"It's all a good place.

"I understand that I don't want to be tied up somewhere. But Van, I don't know... I don't know. Whether I should support your decision or give you advice. ''

Thank you all for your support, your advice. But I don't think I'm going to change my mind. I still want to know a lot. I know how to get into the Knights and learn one step at a time, but..... you know. I'm in such a hurry. ”

Van smiled nicely. The dean doesn't even know Van's name, so he sighs like he can't help it.

'' I don't think a few words are important…… yes, let's hear the story. What do you intend to do as a free knight? ''

"I want to gain experience. I want to see what this world looks like, and how many strong people it is in my own eyes......."

Strange thing. If you don't have iron, you don't have iron, but it sounds like a pretty plausible idea, as it comes out of Van's mouth. The dean sighed and said to me,

'Yes.' And if you change your mind, say it anytime. I don't know if you're good at it, but I can't help it.

'' Thank you. Dean. Oh, and..... I have something I want to ask you personally, are you okay? ''

"What is it? ''

The dean turned to exhausted face. Van smiled closely.

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When rumors began that Van was about to become a free knight, people's reactions were consistent. They said everyone was half crazy. Some of them came to Van with a noble expression, like a prophet with a great mission.

"Change your mind, Van. ”

"Hey, are you crazy?"

You refuse the royal knights' proposal and become a free knight? Hey, that's a free knight. It's like a cynic! ''

"…… I don't know. If you're hungry, you'll come to your senses. ”

Sometimes even juniors come to me, 'Senior. You've really thought deeply, haven't you?' When I asked him, he made such a big mistake.

"…… said he would consider it. Lighthouse.”

"No, I'm going."

"It's not like that. ”

As soon as she saw Van who had returned, she did not hide the cold colors. It was more difficult to sweat when one looks at the axially stretched shoulders, the fat face, and sometimes even the whiteness that lingers behind the back.

I'm sorry I didn't say it right. But you still don't know. Free Knight means you can belong anywhere. Maybe even a lighthouse....... "

”I just said that, and I knew I'd leave again eventually."

Can't we walk together in the end?

Looking at Van, Anya recalled the thoughts she had always kept in her mind.

I don't know when it started. Maybe after giving him the best place in her heart. She always felt that way. No matter how close you get to Van, I feel like they won't be able to follow the same path eventually.

I don't know if a metaphor would be appropriate, but Van was like a wild dog. I can hang out with her in the yard for a while, but I can never be satisfied with the life in the yard. I've lived in a lighthouse for the rest of my life, and unlike her..... a completely different kind of human being.

So it was. Anya picked up the wand. Her white salt burns quietly over a wand made of white birch. She said with a serious expression.

"... Let's fight. Van.”

"Suddenly?"

”Please.”

"..... Do you have anything to ask? All right, let's do it. ”

Van laughs. Unknown laughter.

The story of Van and Anya's struggle quickly spread. At the training ground, the juniors gathered three times and watched as the battle began. Seeing the half of the hallucinogens that had been stretched out like that, he curled his lips.

'I tried. ’

Retreat. When the Ghost Captain asked her to kill Serifa, she asked me what I thought. Guilt and fear encroached upon her…… and she said, 'Let's just give her over.' I trembled and stepped back.

And then half went out. Even though it wasn't entirely for Anya, Van's horse and knife cut off all their fears and saved Anya.

I want to repay that debt.

"Van. ''

She came all the way here.

Van looked at Anya. I didn't hold the kissin. Kishin's ear against Anya is not only hard to use my power, but even if I did, I could not make such a tremendous earring in such a large amount of snow. There may be others who can guess his power, like D'Noa.

"Awesome. No. '

Van was truly admired. Compared to when I first met her, she was now hard to think of as the same person she was before.

It's not just sophisticated sorcery. The White Flame on the wand usually just wraps my body around the wand like a cloth, and when the target appears, I reach out and try to feed the other person.

"Khh...!"

Van laughed as if he was having fun. Anya's wand is fired. Sometimes he stabs, sometimes he stings. Her weapon was not only a wand. feet and fists,

And her willful white-salt itself has become a weapon, pouring down half of it.

Nevertheless, all of that is untouched.

It was a terrifying period. Honestly, Anya's White Flame was level enough to get into the White Flake right away. Nevertheless, Van's knife splits and spills out all of it, never letting one of his clothes slip.

Looking at that class, Anya choked and felt something wriggling from the inside. What you want is not that big. I just want to get a little closer. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to give her time, my heart, everything she had built up. For a very long time, put it in this flame.

But her half just spilled all those words. As if it's natural that you can't touch your words and your heart.

Why aren't you coming to the lighthouse? '

"You didn't know what that meant? '

'Or, you...'

'Look at me. Van.'

"Me."

"Half-!"

White Flame eats her stupidity and obsession and burns her flesh. A white flame begins to burn over her hair, twisting like a cotton ball. As she moves the wand, a dozen times the length of the wand bursts out and tries to hit her half.

The future of the kingdom depended on the academy because of these people. But the inner lining was rather humbling compared to its splendour. Van smiled as he felt the heat that had not flowed through his body.

'It's getting hot. I like it.'

Do you want to have a fight or do you want to make him dinner tonight? Anya's attitude, which seemed to grill him quickly, was rather thankful to Van.

Each of Anya's attacks contained something that could not be expressed in words. Although Anya's swing was not black, he was too brilliant to see her mind contained in every single one of them.

'What did I say?'

White salt masked half a complex smile. I was happy and sad. Anya's thoughts were not wrong. Van was a wild dog. Anya's yard could not be his world.

But that's why she couldn't avoid it as much as her hand did.

— Van, don't overdo it.

The glass whispered. The herd. Yes, it was a crowd. Spilling is not invincible. His spill can bring most of the attacks back unnecessarily, but not all of them can be spilled. Needless to say, it is a white salt that is so widely spilled.

But, still.

'Anya's overreacting. Senior.'

The northern border zone. It reminds me of a girl who squeezed without a look in front of the monstrous ghheads. She became quite an adult looking woman, and she was able to make a fire so spectacular as to turn her eyes.

There were gaps. There were quite a few opportunities to bleed and take a knife to her heart. But Van didn't. He spills all her whites one by one. I felt the weight in that white salt.

The things I thought Anya would not reach, little by little, Tina by little, were definitely reaching Van.

”Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Anya takes a deep breath. I felt like I had scratched all the whites in her veins to the root. But she still knew. If she burns her heart, this White Flame will rise again..... and spill over to Van.

At the end of her wand, a round white salt begins to form. It was round enough to be on fire. It's like condensing a little sun. Looking at that sun that repeated when it got smaller and bigger like a heart, half raised its tail.

”I didn't know there was a hidden number. No, I don't think I've ever seen this technology before. ”

"..... a secret or two to a woman is not a flaw. ”

Anya replied. I wanted to speak in a dry tone like an adult, but unfortunately the voice felt a little wet. She opened her mouth, trying not to cry.

"It's all mine. Take it. ''

"Whether or not. ”

Anya opened her eyes. The sphere of White Flame that grew up eating all kinds of debris in her heart. Compress and compress. The white salt that I punched was as small as a bean egg, as rice egg, as dust....

Shot.

A long solid line is drawn over the void with a strange sound. The solid line towards Van, at some point almost as thick as an elephant, burned everything around and tried to swallow it.

"Arghhhhhh!"

"Shit, what, this!"

"No, what level of struggle...!"

The spectators who were watching were frightened and busy avoiding. But not half. Ahead of that white light ray, he grabbed the hallucinogram tightly.

'Senior, I'm sorry. You don't think it's gonna spill this time?'

—... do as you please.

The fat voice of glass returned. Van sweated and laughed. I don't know if it's because of the heat or because of the idea that I might really die. If you want to avoid it, you can't even spill it..... I didn't want to.

It's an old friend's heart. If you don't confront it head-on, it doesn't mean anything.

I have never used this technique as a sword, not a chisin. It was a technique that was difficult to use if not fully strengthened with full ears. It would make sense if you couldn't handle a shy woman's heart.

He believes in himself. Even if he doesn't have ears, the training he builds is still with him. Even if you still can't cut off the black sky, this sun made by Anya.... Fortunately, it is in front of him, not the sky.

Then it's just a slash.

The anticipation, resembling a sense of tension, pushed Van's back. When the heat of even the air came before him, the heat in his mouth also darkened.

Van ran. Looking ahead, feeling the weight of the sword, Benda.