Sword Whisperer

"Funny. I told you I'd raise you all I could, but it was a duel request to get rejected and come back."

Lucas whispered. His eyes were sharply distorted, but that did not mean that he was offended. Rather, it was close to delight.

"What are you thinking? Van? '

To be honest, he didn't know much about Van. When I say memory in town, there was a little boy who was always stealing training camps.

What the hell does this kid want with him?

Unfortunately, Van didn't intend to show Lucas my inner self. The boy who grabbed his shortsword and explored how deep the world of knives was, should remain a secret for as long as possible.

But even so, Van may have wanted Lucas to know everything about him.

"…… Mr. Lucas. This shortsword, isn't it familiar?

"Shortsword?"

Lucas' eyes narrowed. It was after a while that strange smile appeared on the edge of his mouth.

"Where did you get that?"

"I found it and grabbed it in the Guards. It's the sword that Lucas used.... I admired Mr. Lucas."

I don't know how Lucas would accept this. Maybe he thinks he admired me because he became a knight. But Van admired him for a completely different reason.

[I grabbed the short sword of 'Talented Examiner'.]

[This sword has already been analyzed.]

A sword wielded to boredom. Van could not easily remove Lucas' shortsword from his hand, even after he had fully understood it. It's not just because I'm happy to stab the remaining talent in that sword.

At first glance at Lucas' world, half felt hope and vagueness at the same time, when I felt that an inexperienced prosecutor was only one step closer to the sword's extreme.

I want to enter his world.

I want to have his world.

I want to go beyond his world.

Young speculation emanates from half the body. Lucas smiles. He doesn't just like Van because he's from Trend. The moment Van uncovered his claws in front of him. From that moment on, Lucas had already determined that he could not dislike Van.

"Let's do one thing. Van. I don't want to be my own person just by choosing such a pretty horse. It's only a pity."

"I don't think I have anything to lose because I'm getting bigger."

Van grabs the shortsword. A sword made of plain handrail. The strength would be weak compared to steel, but it didn't matter. Compared to the gap that lay between Lucas and him, the difference that the sword would make was so little.

The venue is the quarter of Citadel. With the crowd by his side, Van and Lucas looked at each other. The students of the Royal Knights and Academies, as well as ordinary citizens, surrounded the square and watched their confrontations.

With Van's energy reaching, the ground floor cracks and cracks. The perpetrators looked at it and put out their tongues, but Van wasn't satisfied.

'Unmeasurable.'

Lucas didn't even put his hand on his shortsword. Just like Van, it didn't sound like he was going to lose weight. Nevertheless, perhaps so, Van could not calculate Lucas at all.

I just felt like there was a tree standing there that looked like a man. When I approached and swung the knife, I felt like I would be cut off without any resistance. The problem was that it couldn't be. That is Lucas. A sword that went up to the rank of Deputy Commander of the Royal Knights with only one natural talent, without one blessing from the family.

I can't even measure the spacing. I don't see anything. So, Van gave up what he saw. I didn't think I could win in the first place.

Then I just show you.

How far he's been chasing him.

Hold the knife. The trace on Lucas' Shortsword was no longer helpful to Van. Half of them have grown so much.

Condenses the energy. You don't have to wield great power ignorantly. Exactly the power to ring Lucas, it contains faith.

And, run.

"…… hmm. That guy."

"The deputy commander has a good eye for poison."

"Have you already put your will in the sword..."

When Van wields the shortsword, the knights of the Royal Knights who were watching him nod. I wanted to know why Lucas was dealing with a kid like this, but I thought I might.

It was a good cut. I didn't even have a clump, and I knew I'd trained for a long time. 'The sword that cuts the sky.' The will to cut everything that stands in the way of the sword carries the creeping horror of ignorance.

And the slash was blocked by Lucas' sword.

"........!"

"That's it?"

Lucas did not swing his shortsword. I didn't even spill half a slash. He lifted his sword and stopped it. It's like a kid picks up a ball he threw.

Van hurriedly retreated and sweated cold. I did not understand A lump of iron was just a slice that could be cut. But you didn't spill it, you didn't get rid of it, you just stopped it?

[You are facing a higher level opponent than you.]

[The analysis speed of the sword is adjusted to the lowest level.]

Lucas' defense 'slowly flows into Van's head. But that information made Van even more confusing. The blockage just now was not a special skill. It was really, like, a defensive, blocking.

"You are more powerful than I thought...................... Mr. Lucas."

"So, do you want to quit now?"

"No way."

Van smiles as he reveals it. His eyes were torn to shreds, but not as much as Lucas's. Lucas didn't laugh. He glances at Van with calm eyes.

"Cut it right. Before I'm disappointed."

"…… yes."

Van reinforces the sword. Draws attention to the memory of a lifetime of slaughter, the experience of stealing, and the willingness to put it in this dagger.

The sword is melted. The air flow twisted and twisted around Van's shortsword, so that what he had now seemed like a small whirlwind, not a sword.

"That's amazing."

And looking at the class, Lucas admired it honestly. At that age, how skilled was the test? No matter how many. All of them would have become famous prosecutors the world knows about.

But even so, Lucas was still not nervous. He was a little strong to be nervous.

"Suck!"

Van's slash is inflicted. The storm of Gigi, which seemed to tear apart with the knife, wrapped around his sword, but Lucas still only lifted it.

Different levels. It was everyone's idea to watch their glare. With a small disaster, Van's Black Lucas loses his strength every time he touches his sword.

Van also knew that. Far away. Much more than I thought. But that wasn't a problem. Van's ability was to narrow that distance.

[I am analyzing the sword of 'God Blessed Examination'.]

[Your opponent is insisting on "blocking" only.]

[Increase understanding of 'blocking'.]

Little by little, little by little, Van understood Lucas. How many sufferings and sacrifices he has endured to stop the attacks of others, every time he stops them. Slowly, but without rest.

Lucas was constantly insisting on stopping it. He didn't do a single attack. It's like the Van that spilled Anya's attack. Like asking me to show you what's right.

It would have been thanks to him.

There was no gap for Lucas. It was up to Van to create a gap. The whirlwind on Van's sword disappeared just before it hit Lucas' sword. The moment Lucas' eyes frown, he swung in a completely different direction, touching Van's Black Lucas' sword.

Spills.

Arrows or fireballs. Whether it was a sword or a fist, Van's spills could spill whatever the object was. It was not an exception because it was a sword that stood still. The sword of Lucas, which touched Van's blade, spilled outward, and at that moment Van's black was literally towards Lucas' prestige....

"Ah."

No, I didn't get stabbed.

Lucas' eyes shine. Until just now, on a subject without a smile, he was facing the same beast as the other half.

The light shines.

Lucas' black, felt by Van, could only be described as light.

Lucas' Shortsword split. No, silk wasn't his only shortsword. Van choked and vomited blood. From the long wounds on his chest, blood began to rush out.

"Holy shit."

Lucas didn't look sorry. Because the prosecutor doesn't need any sympathy.

"You surprised me."

"....... large."

The knee trembled. The wound was deeper than I thought. Half of them don't kneel as hard as they feel the hand holding the knife getting stiffer. He chuckles and laughs. Between the red teeth, the blood and saliva stretched stickily.

"I can't believe you're harassing my brother like this..."

"I didn't think it would come to this. I was thinking of taking down my defenses there, and there was a wicked side to it. Compliments. That was a pretty good base."

"Mr. Lucas. How strong are you...?"

"Well, I don't know. A lot?"

"In the world…… how many times?"

"…… I can't count it with my fingers, so I'll be a little behind."

Van's eyes are bloody. Got it. I knew it. It's a fight I'm forced to lose. And yet, I was upset. I wasn't just upset because I lost. I thought I'd been catching up a lot in the meantime....... I can't help but notice that the gap between Lucas and him seemed to be between now and when he was a guard's boy.

My heart is pounding. I don't know if it's the wound or the thirst. Van looked at Lucas. As loving, jealous, in front of his eyes, Lucas admired his generosity.

'.... It's been a long time. Such eyes.'

"Life" was in his eyes. Van laughed.

"I told you..... that. I promise to be the best prosecutor in the world."

"I heard it. It's crazy."

"....... I knew I would lose and asked for a fight."

I think I'm going to fall. This is just a slash at a time. Van was silent on his own weakness. Maybe it's just a bluff, but there are times in a man's life when he has to bluff.

"By the way..... it's strange. I hate losing."

Young people are contradictory from birth. They fear that old age will come, but the immaturity of youth is unbearable. Half of them were not different either. He's still young. He's young. Time is on his side, and Van is confident that his sword will reach Lucas at any moment.

Nevertheless, this is where he lives now.

I can't stand that I can't reach Lucas.

'I'm sorry, no.'

I remembered Anya's face. The face that looked at him and thought he would cry soon. I was just guessing...

I also felt I knew it now.

If that's how it felt, I'll tell you a little more kindly then.

Van is back in position. Despite all the blood flowing from his chest, he did not hesitate. I couldn't.

Lucas' look at the class was strange. He seemed to be happy, and he seemed to be sad. He said in a quiet voice.

"Stop it. You can't cut me."

"The slash I showed you before...... I named it the sword that cuts the sky."

But he also cannot cut off the sky.

What the prosecutor wants to cut is not to be able to read, but to read. Lucas, who understood the words, finally burst into laughter. This sour junior was cute and quirky. Van draws Gigi back.

"Stop training, not when you can't cut…… when you can."

"...... why you attract me to your training. He doesn't know anyway."

Lucas shakes his head. He raises his mouth.

"Yes, that's good. Let's see if you can ring, if you can't."

A trunk of coalescence. Sprayed blackening. Lowered elasticity and groaning. Blood that damps clothes, sweat that damps hair. The knife that hits, the stirring year. A crowd that doesn't take their feet off easily, despite what needs to be done. A sword that doesn't fall...... and a young inspector who throws eggs constantly on the rock.

That day, it won't matter that Van didn't cut Lucas.

At least that day he was looking at the face of the prosecutor he was drawing.