Sword Whisperer

'If you don't get this level, you'll never see Zeo.'

Though it has the same grand name as the elixir of salvation, the opponent's level was still weak compared to Zeo.

And Van was a man who couldn't even be beaten.

Despite being intoxicated by the energy, the face of the corpse became increasingly wasteful. It was quite uncommon for the knight not to have suffered even after taking this medicine, but I knew it only now that my senses became more sensitive.

'How could a man like this be here...'

Sionel was a town of all kinds of humans, but given that, Van's strength was exceptional.

Even the stone has the strength to crush it with its bare hands. His eyes could even see the shape of dew falling under the grass leaf, and if he listened a little, he could even hear the sound of Van's heart.

But why is it impossible to even touch him?

"I'd rather get better."

Van muttered in a loud voice. There will be no defeatist power like now. It was a neat slash. But right now, the black man was just intoxicated by the force that was constantly flowing out of his body, and he was in a rush to just release that force.

But that power is no thief compared to the power of the Seconds.

There are no roots compared to Nahar's White Salt.

So, I didn't want to play anymore. Van's hallucinations have been curled. I wanted to see if the inner machete was stuck to the ground as it was, and half the blade was placed in front of the unbalanced inner nipple.

"It's less medicinal than I thought."

"... Oh, my..."

The man shook his voice as if he could not believe it. He stabbed his coat again, but at that moment the attitude of his left hand, pulled out by half, cut off his wrist.

"Hah!"

"That's all the pranks. Tell me, where did you get that medicine?"

"If you tell me that..... will you let me go?"

"Well, I'm glad to see you do it."

Of course I had no intention of letting go. The man wouldn't even know that. He lowered his head for a moment, staring at Van with furious eyes.

"Do you know what seed lives in this town?"

"I'm not even curious."

"It's a place where a servant who fears his owner's daughter, a drunkard who killed my child, and a beast who killed an old friend to take a gold ring. All my sins are washed away by the blunder of the past..... and no one is responsible for my sins."

"Not necessarily. One of those guys who was constantly killing people, he's going to be punished today."

Van shrugs. The man stares at Van with a staring glance.

"How can a knight have such a narrow field of view...! This town is a sin in itself! I just wanted to punish you."

"I'm not even curious about your definition."

The man who says he is right in the world is wide enough to put his foot on it. Van no longer wanted to hear the stories of those who talked about why he was right. Look at him. Now even a serial killer doesn't have the right reasons.

His eyes narrowed. The momentum that we were hiding in the dairy

"The owner of this medicinal bottle. Where is it?"

"What if it's already dead..."

The man couldn't talk. It was because of the horrendous momentum emanating from Van. I felt horrible. More horrible than the blade that touched my neck, half of it felt more horrible.

Dozens, hundreds of prosecutors seemed to be staring at him. Van's face belonged to a woman, then to an old man, then to a child.

The two arms of the corpse were stretched without strength. What the hell was he dealing with? Something gigantic, not perceptible by the senses, was staring at him from the inside half.

Van opened his mouth.

"Then you'll regret it. For a very long time."

In a calmly sinking voice, the unfamiliar anger growled. Even the spectators who were watching their battles around him were swallowing their saliva and shaking their bodies.

"... I'm alive. Very well."

"Yes, you will."

Van's voice fell down.

"You shouldn't have touched a hairy one."

§

As Van and his men moved forward, ten guards followed them. If a man showed even the slightest bit of suspicious movement, he would have overpowered it, but he didn't have to. As long as Van was by his side, if the man ate anything, his leg would be severed soon.

The inner sanctuary was in a cave a little further from the village. It wasn't a natural cave, and it looked like a cave that a man made with my own power.

"Huh, really. Is this possible...?"

While looking at the remaining caves, the guards put out their tongues. I wondered if this could be done by human power. They were surprised to see Aidan cut down a tree with a knife, but in this case, it was not about a tree, but the ground was dug into the rock....

The problem was that such a monster fell in front of Van like a child. Those who remember half of their childhood were forced to feel strange about the change of three and a half generations.

"Teacher." "

Van's voice rang. But in the dark cave, nothing came back. Van looks back at the man with sharp eyes. The man said in a panicked voice.

"Me, I don't know. I did nothing......."

"Half?"

And it was then. The old man walks out slowly in the cave. It was Jenson. Van said in a choking voice.

"Teacher!"

"Hey, you. I'm going to fall deaf.Quiet down. Quiet."

"…… were you okay? I heard he kept you in custody for a while..."

"I wanted to die, but now I'm ready. But sometimes he didn't even get a boat in a barrel that brought a bunch of coconuts."

"…… don't be raw. You son of a bitch."

Van strikes the head of a man who looks strangely confident. He looked at Van with an unfair expression, and immediately bowed his head with delicate eyes.

"That's it. Take me with you."

"…… Ah, yes. Ah, no. Well, yeah."

The guard, who knew Van, slowly began to ambush the man. The man raises his head with his knee boiled. His gaze was on Jenson, not Van.

"You will know. I know I did what I had to do."

"Shut up, you murderer! If you think of those who died because of you, I want to play Zuri right now..... but expect it. You're never gonna die alive."

The guard smacks the man. Van didn't even ask for his name. I didn't want to remember the lives that would pass.

Jenson looked up at Van and said,

"Are you all right?"

"I'm flattered."

"Well, it's me. I didn't starve, I couldn't sleep..."

The silence came to an end. It was not simply the silence that had arisen because we had met for a long time. Van had a lot to say, and Jenson seemed to be waiting for them.

"Hey, would you like to take a walk? Teacher."

§

"You can stop saying Teacher."

After a long, speechless walk, Jenson speaks out like that. Van looks at Hilgum Jenson.

"Come now, isn't it ridiculous? You are no longer a pharmacist, and what you have learned from me means nothing to you. Nevertheless, why do you call me a teacher?"

"I don't think what I learned from you is just pharmacy."

".... That one."

Jenson laughed bitterly. Van is gone again. Then he hesitated and asked questions.

"Teacher, are you really a pharmacist?"

"…… yes. It's a medicine."

"I've had a lot going on for five years."

Van didn't explain everything that happened to him. But I just quietly took it out.

"And I found out that maybe I wasn't just an orphan."

"Where can an orphan be?"

"I'm not just an orphan, I may have suffered more precious blood than I thought."

Jenson didn't answer. But that silence was telling Van quite a lot of things. Half of them stopped walking. It wasn't because the river was blocking their way. He opens his mouth slowly.

"Did you know?"

"…… okay."

Jenson said quietly.

"And so, I hope you don't know for the rest of your life."

"…… I understand."

I deserved it. Sometimes there are better things you don't know, and Van's birth is on that side too. All he can find out about my lineage is the extent of old grudge and grief.

"Did you not say, 'Live as a medic?'"

"You misunderstand something, but I'm not really dissatisfied right now."

Van grabs the hallucinogens. Yuri didn't say anything, but her life was flowing into him even now, even if she didn't.

This is also a gift from his lineage.

"Sunwoo Van..."

Van mutters. Jenson is shocked and laughs bitterly soon.

"Did you even know that?"

I wished I didn't know. I didn't want Van's life to be swayed by Sunwoo's old grudge. But Van was looking unexpectedly bright.

"I bought it from the Carlsmori Library. I read and recorded all the memories of the world. Hm. If my family was alive, I might have been living with a swordsmanship or something. I don't really like writing."

"Yes, it wasn't right for you."

"I am grateful for the blessings of my family."

Thanks to that blessing, Van could come all the way here. Van grabs the hallucinogens. A one-handed sword looks like it won't even cut the tree properly, but the story of Van's hand is different.

"But I don't want to carry family responsibilities. You know, I'm not really responsible."

Half smiled and grabbed the hallucinogens with both hands. Spread your legs, breathe a little, and hold your breath. First Slash Pose I ever practiced. Jenson's mouth opened in an unfamiliar posture, but I don't care.

'No matter who says it, you're my teacher.'

I still have good memories. Cut down on an ignorant examination as long as there was no talent, no tricks. Without even knowing what to ring, there was the back of the examination, as long as I was just constantly practicing slashing.

The lack of memory made Van the first sprout of the examination.

The shock in Jenson's eyes chased the tip of Van's sword. No, I didn't chase him. That was too fast to chase. When I turned my eyes to find the sword that had disappeared from the end of my gaze, a half-blade pointed towards the ground floor…….

The river split, the river split.

Just as he laughed at the sense that the water was not cut, the strikes emanating from Van's sword constantly moved forward at the bottom of the river. It was marvelous. The fish in the river were dumbfounded in front of the wall of the sudden catastrophe, and the catastrophe...

After going halfway through the lecture, he disappeared.

"........."

The scar marks left on the river were buried in the water coming out of the river in an instant. But in Jenson's eyes, the trail did not disappear easily. It was something he dreamed about for the rest of his life. The naive dream of a man who believed that he would be given a fruitless effort..... became a reality at the end of Van's sword.

"We haven't cut this river yet."

Van said so. On the subject Jenson had done something worthy of drawing from his dreams, his voice contained regrets.

"But one day I will cut it completely, leaving unscathed wounds on this river. I don't care. I don't want to be half of the Sunwoo family, just..."

It's the best test in the world.

I'm still a kid.

So, Jenson may have been able to smile.