Sword Whisperer

Scorpion Sword. This swordsmanship, which is the symbol of Side, has attracted quite a number of people within the Academy. He was strange and powerful enough to know who made the Scorpion Sword. It is difficult to read the flow of the attack, but if you do not want to move, the sword that spills out successive attacks at a moment's notice resembles a scorpion.

It was never easy to learn the Scorpion Sword as a class. I couldn't get Side's Sword, but many battles with him helped me analyze Side's Sword more slowly.

And the Scorpion Sword was a half-cooked swordsmanship before he even made the second one.

‘.... What is it? That pose.’

Pose that humans cannot, or should not, take. Muñet frowns and stares at half. It was ominous. The crisis was revering, the feeling that he could be beaten as he approached the wrong place. And in most situations, the test instincts were more accurate than logical thinking.

Nevertheless, there was no other way for Munet. I was forced to bump into her. It struck her like the darkness was pouring out. It was her organs that hid her appearance. If she only cared, she was confident in hiding anywhere in the world.

So much so that a kid like this hides himself in front of you, not to mention me.

"Funny."

And as I watched that mutette, I felt half a heartbeat. It was the perfect hideout. The darkness that swallowed up her body seemed to overwhelm him everywhere.

I can't see. I can't hear. I don't even feel it. But I wasn't afraid of half of it. I knew Munet's hidden abilities were hard to catch with his senses. Nevertheless, he provoked Munet.

"Come on."

I felt the nerve pull like a protest. If you slow down for a moment, you could pierce Munet's black head as it is. Just a moment ago, Van felt her sword and avoided it without knowing the existence of Munet.

The last day of my life as a prosecutor was not in vain. At a crucial moment, his senses would be silent and his senses would move him. No matter how secretly Munette approached, no matter how quickly she presented the sword like a ghost, Van was confident by reading her speeches as she came closer and breathed out.

He stops breathing. Van realizes he doesn't like being ignored more than I thought. In Citadel.

I'm used to being called a genius from now on. Suddenly, the boy was treated as a child, so something inexplicable came up.

‘If you get hit by that kid, it'll be pretty scary. ’

The fight didn't start that easily. She knew that the biggest opportunity I had was now. As much as that, I would not want to waste that opportunity.

And with those two displacements, Eroc looks at the glans narrowly.

‘..... It's a skill that doesn't suit your age. Maybe……'

I've seen a lot of different kinds of geniuses, but it's not uncommon to be about half that age.

I haven't learned swordsmanship, but I have eyes that recognize the strong. He was a warrior who crossed the frontiers of life a few times. So he could feel the peculiar ‘boundaries’ surrounding Van's perimeter now.

That would be a shield. The moment you cross that line, Van's black philosophy will be shot without hesitation.

Munet also knew him. And that was also why she was still hesitant to attack. Though I thought there would be a way, Van wasn't so lax as to show the gap first. I had to admit, he was a robber.

We have to make a gap. How...?

Concerns were not long. I have not always fought those who can't even detect her. She holds the Main-Gauche and takes one hand to the waist dance. The little needle was in his hand.

Shot.

Zhang! Van's Black has moved as expected. No, it moved more beautifully than I expected. Van's Boundary

Immediately after crossing, the needle bounced against his blade before it even went a finger. The quick reflex nerve, the ability to precisely salivate the little needle, was astonishing, but it couldn't be more admirable.

Munet ran like a slip. When Van's hallucinogens spit, she returned one day and stabbed Rapier in the back. She was pushing her "giraffe" to the limit. The power not to be intercepted. He killed his breath, he killed his footsteps, he killed his presence. If she is now, no matter how she entered the boundary of Van..... he will not be able to capture her right away.

And the idea was right. Van only felt her presence and turned around after her Rapier had lifted about two spans within my boundaries. His attitude tries to hit Rapier, but it gets in the way of Munet's Main-Gauche. Her arms are empty. If you plug Rapier in like this, her victory.

It must be a development like that.

'...... what? ’

Muñet seemed to be out of his mind for a moment. I don't know what happened. Two and a half black men have been disabled. But why is her rapier bent? Stuck in what? Stuck in what?

“Spill.”

Van mutters in a loud voice. Five Star Condition, Thought.

The idea of putting "ideas" in the sword was to make your own laws. In the case of wheat, which I met in a mining city the other day, the rule that the regime that I put in place does not stand in the way of anything.

So what's the law of half-shed?

It was a force of pure meaning that the name contained.

Spill what you wanted to spill, spill.

Muñet realized that the trajectory he painted when Van's hallucinogens bounced off his saliva was still in the air. And the vortex wrapped around that trajectory, twitching around her rapier.

'You calculated this in that short time? ’

Strengthens. To avoid getting caught in the vortex. To stay out of it. But the vortex tore Munet's Rapier open like a living snake...

At the next moment, Van's hallucinogeny was located on the neck of a new mutt.

“I think I won. I'll take care of it.”

Van raises his tail.

Muñet stares at Van with an enchanted eye. She bites her lips to the ground as if inconclusive, and soon looks back at Eroc with something frightening. Eroc shakes his head with a tired face.

"I can't dry it. ”

"Elder, I..."

“All right. I'm sure this punk has some pretty good skills. Rather, it's a pleasure for us. Either way, it doesn't hurt to get help. Unless it's just a favor to hold on to your hopes. ”

"I don't know what to expect, but I want you to act as a guardian of the people in town. I think my teacher is there. I'm a little worried about the commotion in town these days. You almost got in trouble this time. ”

“…… have you ever been through the night? ”

At that very moment, Van raises his head. That night doesn't mean the darkness that comes every day....

“If you're talking about the seed of the night, you're a little bit northern. I see ghosts, I see seeds. ”

“Then the story will be quick. It's the vampires who are after me. ”

“…… Vampires? ”

Van looks puzzled. It's not like you don't know what a vampire means. But unlike things like seedlings and ghosts, vampires were treated only as a kind of superstition. It was also because of the insistence that the light of the lighthouse could not stand in their way, but because they were destroyed hundreds of years ago.

Eroc smiles with a strange face.

“It has been decades since my rumors have spread in Sionel. But how do I look like a young man? ”

“The Spirit... wasn't it?"

"It's not an impossible story. But it's not. My Spirit is not strong enough to perpetuate nature's guilt. ”

Eroc looks up at the sky. The crescent moon looked down at him with a smile.

“I stole eternal life from them. ”

He mutters quietly.

“And they won't stop until they get it back. ”

Half still couldn't paint the whole picture. He stole eternal life from vampires and is being pursued by them. But why don't you go to the royal palace and hide? A royal, he can ask for royal protection at any time.

And if he stole their eternal life, how can he now be the seed of the night? I don't think so, Kishin doesn't really react....

‘… I don't know. ’

Van stopped thinking about getting complicated. After all, there were only two things he needed to care about. The town needs Eroc's protection, and Eroc needs Van's help.

"How can I help? ”

“…… let me tell you in advance. Vampires aren't that melting. I know you're strong, but the moment you feel powerless will surely come. Then I'll go and regret it. I'm late. ”

"As a prosecutor, how can you walk on a stone bridge? Sometimes you walk on the signet, sometimes you jump over the cliff. ”

Van smiled.

"But if you have more work than you think, you can make an extra charge. Are your pockets okay? ”

“.. Huh, Goyan. If you'd just heard my story, you'd have heard that I'm older than your grandfather's. ”

“I think you live young. And I don't even know what the courtesy is for my grandfather."

"It's a long story. It's a long story..."

Eroc mutters in a melancholy tone, but he can't help but laugh at his mouth. Van's attitude was not mild.

“Yes, that's good. If you can solve my long-standing concerns, I'll let you know what I need most. ”

"You talk like you know what you need from me. Elder.”

“…… I've seen a lot of people hanging around with weapons like you. It's also a lot of poisonous hand weapons. ”

Eroc's eyes are already piercing through half of the swords. Within his realm, there was not much that could deceive his perception.

“They preferred weapons with lots of memories. Especially the ones with the memory of a competent man. Sometimes it wasn't a weapon. Some of them were collecting sculptures, and some were wandering around looking for a scarlet with a scabbard. ”

“…… is that so? ”

"I think your case is a knife. He's Sunwoo's child.”

At the end of the day, Munet, rather than Van, stares at him in surprise. Van looks at Eroc without saying a word instead of denying it. Eroc whispered, saying he couldn't stand it because it was fun.

“But you know what? Normally, Sunwoo's people leave me a book that I wrote for the rest of my life before I died. ”

"I heard.”

“And with that book, I also leave my" cuckoo bee. "”

Your case must be a knife. Accumulated over hundreds of years. A knife like that.

When Eroc said that, Van's eyes burned with a strong desire that never existed. It's the tradition of the Sunwoo family. It wasn't known to him, but Eroc couldn't turn his back.

Eroc's eyes are bent.

“If it's a clue, will it be rewarded? ”