Sword Whisperer

There is a saying called cutting water with a knife.

No matter how much water you cut, it doesn't mean anything to you. And it was no different because of the fire. Of course, the White Flame that Anya shot now was so devastating that it could be described as' Fire ', but it was obvious that it was also meaningless because of Vana.

Nevertheless, he cut in half. Like it doesn't matter to him whether it means anything or not. No matter how realistic and logical you come, I will still give my life to this slash.

Glass will strengthen Van's bloodshed, but it does not help cut. But it didn't matter.

Maybe he'll die. It wasn't necessarily a struggle. The heat overheated, the hands slipped, and for whatever reason they were in a world where life could end at any time.

But that could not be the reason for Van to be scared. Of course I don't want to die. Even more so in a battle like this. But if he dies, it just means he's the only man he's ever been. Lack of skill or lack of luck could not be an excuse.

Holding a knife is walking on it.

He can fall at any time, and there is always death waiting for him.

Sieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Van and Anya's life were being confronted. Van's life was cutting Anya's life apart.

Yeah, that was definitely a slash.

"........ This is it, Van."

Even the freshmen forgot to admire it and lost their spirits. There was no way that those who were about to enter the Academy could not have guessed the level of this brawl.

The footsteps of the man who devoted his entire life to the sword were being revealed through one slash. Fire is normal not to beige. That's common sense.

And the stubbornness of one prosecutor surpassed common sense.

Half the knives and the white salt of Ania, which were firmly opposed, rushed towards the end. I think I can heat up half past the blade, but strangely, the whites can't move as if they're held tight to half the blade.

I have no choice. Touching is not just a blade. It was an examination called Van, and it was his life.

No. I didn't want to beat half the blade either. This was a meaningful fight to burn him down. Anya can barely stand the thought of tears and bites her.

You mean to insist? '

Is there a more enthusiastic and passionate rejection in the world? Do you think she should be happy to be able to accept such a rejection?

Should I be sad?

Knowing her in confusion empowers her whites. She wanted to say no, too. Van's attitude, his life, even though she didn't want to.

Apparently, their fight may seem incredibly high. But the inner lining was more humiliating than they saw. It's just a flimsy light. As long as you yearn to look at yourself.

And the young man was eventually cut.

Van's sword pointed towards the ground. The clashes that kept the surrounding people from opening their eyes just by hitting the ground were silent, and the rays that were shot at the ground were not visible anywhere.

Anya boiled her knee without strength. I felt like I didn't have the strength to spread a finger. Van breathes roughly, but smiles by the mouth. He tears open his clothes and looks at Van.

Ha......... admired it, no. When did you get so strong? You don't know when you're going to get the best out of this? "

Yale hates him. I wanted to shoot him like that, but I didn't have the strength to talk. She stares at Van without saying a word. Van slowly approached Aniah's side, and immediately he put his butt to the ground. He smiles sharply and knocks on Anya's shoulder.

'' You're doing great. Just do that in the future. "

"........"

She couldn't say anything. I wanted to ask if it was that much, but honestly, I couldn't help but grumble at the person who responded to her childhood. Anya reached out. She said, robbing him of his burnished collar.

"... I'm sorry. You're all dressed up."

"It's okay. That's enough."

"If you were a free knight, you wouldn't have enough pockets."

"Ordinary freelancers, I suppose."

"Yeah, you're not ordinary. So annoying."

Anya laughed vigorously. Yeah, he used to be like this. From the beginning until now, he was always the same.

All you can catch is this collar.

As it has always been, perhaps, in the future.

§

It didn't take long for Van to complete his graduation assignment. Even if it was the mission of the Royal Knights, it would not have been so difficult. He took on the simple task of dealing with cynics who persecuted people in a village near Citadel this time.

Of course, the cyborg seemed to have its own reputation, but it was not of great significance to Van. Van sold out on training as soon as the mission was over. I found the sword, met juniors, and sometimes gave minor lessons.

Seeing the time like that, the day of graduation came earlier than expected.

So many people found an academy to be a knight, but only half of them stood in the square on graduation day. Some have died, some have been cut off, some have given up. However, no one recalled their excuses from their vacancies.

He didn't have to either, but graduation day was a pretty special blame. All trainees at the Academy receive an article title with a graduation. And the one who gives them the title, not anyone else..... King.

Even if he was a nobleman, no, even if he was the son of the Nine Great Gates, everyone had to be nervous about confronting the king. Van thought. Only D'Noa showed that kind of presence. How about a king who looks down on all the people of this country?

If he's strong, what kind of strength does he have?

Towards Pluto Hall, seen on the cliff up there in the square, they all began to walk toward Pluto in time for the heat. Citizens who were on the road stopped walking, took off their hats and took an example when they saw their procession.

It's not fancy. They just walk. Nevertheless, the Citadel of that day was engulfed in an unmistakable reverence. It's like the city itself is doing a ritual.

Above the faces of graduates, the pride that had stood on the faces of other graduates for hundreds of years was revealed. Whenever I take a step towards Pluto, every time I look into the eyes of respected young people, my steps become heavy and my heart grows high.

And when he stood in front of a waterfall that was upside down, the touch reached the pole.

"I never thought I'd get on this..."

Zeo blurred his words with emotion. Reversible waterfall. Of course, it is not a natural phenomenon. This waterfall was nothing but a symbol of royalty, as the King of the Invitation said, making it rise upside down forever. And of course, but it wasn't allowed to anyone.

But it wasn't those things that touched Van. It was not people's gaze or upside down waterfalls that touched him.

Kung!

As soon as they climbed the waterfall, the majestic footsteps welcomed them. It was a royal knight. More than a dozen royal knights stood among the carpets in front of them.

And as soon as he saw them, Van regretted that his decision to become a free knight was wrong for the first time.

Gulp.

I heard him swallow. Someone was sedating the beating heart for different reasons, because of the tension, because of the temper.

And for Van, the reason was excitement.

'Is this strong...?'

It was not just looking at the defeat that the strong were counted in their hands, but it was distributed as hard as a teapot. A royal knight who gathered only the strongest in the kingdom. In a way, it might be natural, but...

The blood boiled. I wanted to put a knife in them, and I wanted to sleep with their knife as a pillow. I wondered what their world was like. Why did you dream of the world? They'll be the world soon enough.

I knew it was a premature idea, but that regret caught me by half. The knights, who felt half awake, turned their nostrils after returning to a few halves, some smiled kindly, and some put out their tongues.

But I had no choice but to pass. Now is not the time. Ignoring his thirst for swarms in his heart, Van passed through the Royal Knights.

"It's a terrible sense of intimidation. '

Just going too far seemed to give me a year's life. Even the moment they walk around with him right now is enough to stop breathing.

However, even that....... was incomparable compared to standing in front of him.

Perception collapses. Common sense collapses. Everything he knew collapsed, and the only thing left was..... the horror, the reverence, the unknown origin.

'........ Ah.'

I don't even think about it properly. That wasn't half silk. All those who walked with him looked at the throne with their focused eyes as if possessed by a demon.

And it was then. Dean, it was Jayden's voice that wrapped them up.

"The Dean of the Citadel Academy, Jaden the Clerk of the Balagoths, has walked before His Majesty the Great."

The answer didn't come back. It was the heaviest silence Van had ever had in his life. Van grips his fist and bites his teeth. What am I supposed to say about that? As a creature...... No, I was close to rejection as a being.

He who is in front of me is not a man on such a line. It is not simply a matter of identity. If he opens his mouth and gives a voice, it feels like everything he has accumulated will be scattered like sand.

'.. No, I don't.'

Van grabs his fist halfway. And I imagined a sword that could not be held in place. He doesn't disappear. It can't go away. There are many that have not been cut yet, and many that I want to cut.

The time he accumulates, the time he looks in and accepts, is not that insignificant.

And it was then.

"Long time no see, Jayden. There seem to be a lot of graduates this year."

"Who can't be healed, but there was a deeper connection to each other than the rest of the riders. It pushes and pulls each other, and the result is also good, but in a way, it's not natural."

"Yeah, I guess so."

The king's voice was formal. Sometimes his voice was so blatant that he wanted to be loved, but sometimes it sounded so ignorant.

That was the same after the start of Seo-yeol. The title of the article was not ordinary. As much as only Bondi 'Royalty' can do, the virtuous words that came down with Seoim sometimes affected the life of the article.

"Is that so? Let us not forget the will of God, but may he be a knight of the night forever."

"His heart, which is not to be ashamed, will never lose its light."

"Yes, Yustein always tried to conform to nature's desires. Your life will be the same."

That's how the king called the graduates one by one, and they went forward without even knowing whether they were drawn to the Spirit or walked by my will. And I spoke of my goal as he commanded me, and was blessed to be worthy of it.

And it was time for half a turn.

'' Graduates, half come forward. "

I don't know if it was the Spirit. Van stops his consciousness from turning blurred, and walks slowly.

The king, who looked up close, was an old man.

The impression was clear, but not visible. The eyes were too deep to feel the depth, and the voice sounded so cold as to be self-inflicted.

Nevertheless, his presence was difficult to bear just by standing in front of him.

"Yes, what kind of knight do you want to be?"

I thought I'd talk about Dnoa, but I didn't. Perhaps the king had no idea who Van was. The head of the Academy didn't say it was worth the King's attention.

It was not expressed in the language, but in the attitude and tone of the king, half felt that he had become an unimportant person. So Van grabbed the sword of his imagination tighter, and spoke slowly.

'' Yes, I will be the world's best inspector............. Your Majesty. "

It was so childish to bring him out in front of the king. But because I was childish, Van didn't intend to hide or wrap up my whole life's dream. Half is in the king's eyes. His eyes were plugged into Van from the beginning, but Van felt like the king had only begun to see him now.

"........ the world's best prosecutor. Does that mean it's in a sword rather than a guitar?"

"It was a dream from an early age. The predecessor is an article journal, the root of which must be an examination. So, if you ask me what the story is going to be........ I'm forced to give you an unambiguous answer. I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

Van spoke the longest of the blessed graduates to date. I had to. Right now, every time I said a word, the pressure to say something pressured him.

Nevertheless, he did not step back.

Maybe some other time. It's the moment to tell a dream.

I can show you no matter how shriveled.

The gaze of the other graduates turned half. I knew he was different, but what the hell made me so fierce?

A smile appeared on the king's mouth. Though they did not know, this was a place where invisible spirits carried dozens and hundreds of them. Fear the King. Feel the King hard. Raise your horses. Don't say useless things. Don't take the king's time. Give him your allegiance........

The heart of the sword is so deep that it cannot be taken out even in the presence of the old spirit that history can't even guess.

How beautiful you are.

'' There's nothing to be sorry about. Young prosecutor, yes. In the future, I will go only to the place that makes you bigger than your black head. Gladiators will be your daily routine, and at the end of it you will always grow more. Yeah, be one. "

The king's voice rang.

"The best inspection in the world."

On that day, Van became a knight. Or has it been tested?

It was unknown to Van himself.

It's all over. He is now a knight, and he grows stronger as he drifts around the world. That's all I had left, everyone thought. So, the next day, everyone who heard that Van was fighting was forced to be frightened.

He'll do the same. Van's opponent...

"…… because I don't think it's time or opportunity."

It was Lucas.

"Please."

Van smiles. It's been a long time.

Royal Knights. Deputy commander of the place where only those monsters are gathered. As the class who learned swordsmanship by grasping Lucas' sword, it had to be quite curious.

Now, how many footprints is it?

No, no, no, no.

How many footprints?