Sword Whisperer

A vicious energy emanates from the Desert Sword in the hands of the men. It was clear that it was not an ordinary sword. But that was no reason for Van to be afraid.

"That looks fun."

I don't think all those swords are covered with lizard rain. Is it a sword with a special ritual? Van chose to hide without saying a word. The tension of combat never felt bad. Even at the end of that battle, even when I thought I might be waiting for his death.

So that's about it.

The bandits threw themselves. When I was a kid, I dreamed of fighting a thief, and half smiled. Although he was still not a autopsy, he was.

His dreams are becoming more and more real.

Kishin didn't take it out. When dealing with a vampire, Arotep, Kishin's power over these culprits was overwhelming. A bag of hallucinogens is enough.

.... You don't have a comfortable day.

I heard the sound of glass. It's a good thing I don't have a comfortable day. Van slanted the hallucinogram instead of answering. My eyes move.

Up. Down. Right. Top right. And the bottom left.

Everything that touched his eyes was engraved, and his experience and his senses taught him the way to walk. The prosecutor's fight ends with the beginning. So, Van knew with the start.

He won.

Maybe they're thinking that. No matter how good Van is, he won't be able to deal with them all.

How optimistic this idea is.

Van saw. Heard, felt, and foretold. How their blades come in, where they move, when they walk, behind a sphere that seems too pushy to look at, how they push their hidden swords into the dark.

Then, he decided not to give them the opportunity to proceed with the plan themselves.

"Clean…!?"

"Hey, what..."

"Big!"

I swung Van's hallucinopathy dozens of times at a time. And all those slashes were for "spills." Trajectories wrapped in the air and wrapped in the air immediately took shape and began sucking everything away. It was a moment when there was a whirlpool in a cavity where there was no wind.

In a moment, they float like feathers, and they burst into the ground like iron. There were no people who suffered major injuries, but unlike before, they did not intend to attack Van easily.

'Roughly 3-star.'

Even though there was something worse or better..... on average, it was about that level. Regular Territorial Units were capable of holding weight by pretending to be strong, but unfortunately, half were not strong enough for regular gratuities.

"Why? Why don't you keep coming? ”

Van is dead. They don't drip into that provocation. After hearing this, I knew that the painting I had just drawn would be over and over again.

And so was Arotep.

"…… yes. Clearly, you're good at free knights."

"Right? I'm curious."

Van shrugs.

"I'm sure you're good at hitting Munette."

"Father! I've never had a son-in-law like you."

"... No, not that kind of father..."

"One day, when this moment comes, how many times have I imagined it?"

Arotep shoots half with eagle eyes.

"And in all that imagination, I've never been so kind."

"No, I mean, why is this so..."

"No excuses! You want my daughter, you have to take me down!"

Arotep lifts his nails and reveals it. The power of life, taken from so many, was flowing from his body. In a way, the Eustein clan was reminiscent, but the atmosphere in his body was so ominous and evil compared to the spirit of the Eustein.

'Still strong.'

Instead of continuing the nonsense conversation, Van unveiled his blade with it. Above Arotep's pale skin, the blood vessels grow. The muscles expanded as if they were bursting, and the extended nails looked hard as if they were tearing even if they were steel.

And between that short rush he took out the Kishin instead of the glass.

"Let's borrow some strength. Kissin. '

I don't know if I've read Van's mind or if he's just a vampire in front of me. But Kishin's guilt burned to the ground. I felt the ghosts of Kishin seeping into my body. It feels like the world is his power. Arotep's eyes changed.

"You sold your soul to the yoke. Adoungi!"

Of course, confirming that was a misunderstanding was enough as a first strike. Arotep felt something of a disguise the moment he hit Van's knife. Seeing that it was swallowed by the yoke, Van's eyes looked serene.

'You didn't get eaten by this level of yogi..?'

It was inconclusive, but I couldn't afford to continue thinking. The long sucked blood gave him the power to tear even the supermane, but it lost its light in front of Kishin's blessing. Van's strength was a little insufficient compared to that of Arotep now, but it was still hard to believe it was human.

'Definitely comfortable.'

When holding the chisin, Van could not expect any other effect than the strengthening of the flesh from him. Just grasping it was different from glass, which gives more force to the law of spills.

But, nevertheless, he had enough of it.

Power. Intuition. Reflex nerve. Auditory. fuselage vision. All of those things have developed incomparably. I feel so much better than usual that I can't adapt. Nevertheless, the blade is still sharp, because in the meantime, I have peeked at Kishin's memory several times. I've already stolen a few times how it feels to move in a completely different body condition.

I can read what I couldn't.

You can stop what you couldn't stop.

You spill what you can't.

Impossibility touches a possible area.

‘.... It's strong.'

Arotep was someplace screwed, but at least he was strong enough. His hand must have ripped off countless human strangles. His teeth would have sucked the blood of countless people, and his kick would have made many people invisible for the rest of their lives.

But Van's sword doesn't mean history is short.

No, I can also say that history is incomparably long. If he were to stretch the time of the swordsmen he had glimpsed, there would certainly be a line long enough to be able to reach the end of a few lives.

It was not just a battle of strength, but, in the face of history, Van was not pushed by anyone.

'It would have been hard without Kishin.'

Kishin's power was maximized when dealing with the seed of the night. And the stronger the opponent, the stronger the power Kishin gives him.

Without Kishin, Van would not have been able to confront Arotep so tightly.

"How did you..."

And that was one of the reasons Arotep panicked. He penetrated Van's skills quite accurately. Nevertheless, if he had not looked at anything, it was half the power that could not be held by the existence of Kishin, or even a powerful yoke such as Kishin.

A short life, Arotep prides himself on meeting many enemies. But this was definitely the first time I faced someone like Van.

'No way...'

I remembered one thing that I had forgotten for a very long time in Arotep's head. Those who read everything in the world one by one and may one day become true masters of the world.

Sunwoo family.

It was an absurd guess. But only those ridiculous speculations made sense of the situation. Arotep laughed and said,

"Yes, is their progeny still alive..."

Van was flawed at the moment, but he sharpened his sword without answering anything. Ever since the power of Kishin was revealed, I've been wondering if I might be able to identify myself. Only the Sunwoo family, the owner of the Dozenby, could control the power of the yogi beyond my level.

But the more confrontations persisted, the clearer the superiority became. Kishin's aura can give him enhanced health, but he can't give him infinite health. Arotep, who for many years sucked people's lives, showed little or no fitness.

Half the black is slowed down. Arotep gets closer and closer to killing his nails, and from one day on, Van's body gets one or two sneezes. It was a crowded situation, no matter who saw it. Van was not afraid at that moment, but delighted.

The realm of life. The world where Charlna's moment dictates everything. Van's consciousness indulged in more pleasure than was given to man. When I felt that I was strong, when I felt that my body was slowing down, Van's consciousness sank more deeply than ever, and I looked away.

Not enough. What's not enough? Power? Speed? Health? Of course, not all of them will be enough. But the most essential reason for being pushed to Arotep was not physical. Fighting ends with the beginning.

Van beat Arotep's men with the start. Then what happened in the fight against Arotep? Van wins or loses. Was he able to see the results? What could the number of arotheps be? Before Arotep's plan came to mind on his unconscious, did he read it?

Arotep is not an examination. That's why it's relatively hard to read him. Maybe he's a natural baby in a way. But Van couldn't convince me of that. What he's been looking at isn't all the back of the prosecutors. Through the face of the enemies they confronted, their strength and weakness, Van felt both through his eyes and the skin of his whole body.

"Let's be honest. It's a great skill. I didn't expect to see the power that I only heard from rumors..... like this."

Arotep said in a pretty relaxed voice, whether I was sure I had a chance to win. Van wasn't really sticky. Arotep was strong. He didn't know what his laws were, but his instincts seemed to show him what the best moot could be.

Non-human beasts, moose as predators. It wasn't just about believing in physical abilities. If that were the case, even if he was twice as fast and strong as he is now, he would have fallen by Van's sword.

Van frowns.

'Physically, there's no winning.'

'Strength and speed are over there.'

'I'm ahead of technology, but... I can borrow the power of Kishin in Gigi, but I'm inferior.'

'What should I do?'

Are you forced to lose? '

Can't you win? '

If it was Woo Ling, if it was Hee Ra, if it was Lucas, what would you do in this situation? Van unfolds a few hypothetical developments in his head. But in any deployment, he was forced to become a loser.

'.... I haven't been rolling around like a dog for the night here.'

I couldn't tail him like this. Van lifts an empty glass in his left hand. There was a technology that I had never experimented with before. A skill that can only be drawn in your head because you need an opponent who can maximize the power of Kishin.

Glass in the left hand, Kissin in the right hand.

It gathers together a body drawn to its limits, a trained spirit to its limits, and the spirit of an examination that devoted my life to shedding a very long time ago.

Van's mood changed momentarily. Kishin's ear soared high as if it were burning him, and Arotep's impression hardened. After meeting Van, the most bitter feeling of crisis was warning him.

That's dangerous.

It should not be faced.

But how could he show his back in front of his daughter? Arotep sets his nails with his fangs open. Whatever it was, it would look torn apart, I thought. And soon, he had no choice but to cancel the thought.

".. Huh."

It's a technology I haven't even used yet, so I didn't even name it...

If you have to name it, yes. In the harsh and harsh weather, the stormsword.

I hope the Storm Sword works.