Sword Whisperer

The blade flashes.

The power of the Storm Sword was even more powerful in front of the dead, such as Kishin. In some ways, it was a power unlike white salt. It may be a little short compared to white flakes that you can burn without leaving any ashes if you just eat who you are, but at least in front of these people who have had their mark on the night.

'What are you cutting, me?'

For what? '

'…… to be the strongest in the world?'

To get the sword? '

What happened once was that Bondi didn't disappear so easily. Van thought and thought. Sometimes I thought not to think. But at the end of the sword there was more and more thought, and the clearer his gap became.

"Make way."

"You can't do that."

"Do you dare to intercept us with a sword without certainty...!"

"Are you confident, old man?"

Van said with bloodshed. He kept what he said. Those who tried to cross Van's line had to hit Van's sword without exception. Kishin's prayer for salvation of the broken things could even hurt their eternal life.

But that also demanded a price from him. The left arm was already slashed to the point where the bone was exposed, and blood was shed under the torn eyebrows, making it difficult for the left eye to open properly.

It comes from the mouth. I think I'll just miss the knife. I thought it would be harder to find the Holy Corner in my body if I had ever suffered more injuries in my life. I also did. He was bitten, beheaded, and beaten. Of course, that many vampires were grinding their teeth with a banana somewhere, but it was obvious that it was Van's defeat to wait for the end of this fight.

- Things are not good. Half.

'I know, but we still have to pull the clock. I haven't got a signal yet.'

- You have to judge wisely. Whether you're willing to sacrifice your life or your future. Is there any power left to flee...?

"Senior."

Van mutters quietly.

'I don't want to be a runaway prosecutor.'

It may sound ironless. But the 'iron' that the prosecutor had to hear was enough with a knife. Other iron-lifted examinations will miss what you need to hear as a real examination with your hands full.

Once again, Kishin's flame burns. Facing a blue-shining examination, the old man drools.

"…… Can our convictions make you give up the path?"

"I wouldn't do that. Either way, the reason I can't give up the road seems pretty obvious."

The moment Van makes his way, the mission will fail, as well as Munet and Arotep will be in danger. Van had no intention of pushing his colleagues to their limbs because of his concerns. Nevertheless, he was forced to drink water.

"What are you defending?"

Is she guarding the Queen of Courtesy, the Lady? All you can do is drink blood every day and avoid the sun. Keeping that miserable life going.

Or are they defending their own lives? If she goes on living an unstable life, don't they have to face death?

"You have to keep it."

The old man answered so. A firm determination burns quietly over the blade he erects. Unlike Van, there was no hesitation in his eyes.

"At the end of the day, he deserves to reflect on life among those who care about me and want to protect me."

"... Is that it?"

Vampires are not fools. They knew my life was cursed. Sometimes there were those who were just intoxicated by the word eternity and wandered the world as it should be, but he was only a young thought.

All the food in the world is scattered among them in ashes, and under the sun they must feel the pain of rotting flesh all the time. Their eternal life was not an eternal blessing, but an eternal punishment.

Nevertheless, they defend the master in his punishment. Only because I have to.

In front of them like that, how superstitious is Van's black face.

'The strongest in the world..... what is it?'

Van asked himself. Cut them off, get swords, and then become 6, 7, and 8 stars…… so if no one can dump him, then will he be the strongest in the world?

The strongest thing in the world he ever wanted to be was that simple and uncool.

Eventually, Van was forced to confront the question I had put off and postponed. What is it to cut off his sword? What did he want to cut? He became a corpse. Between the sky and the moon, what will he cut?

In all sorts of battles, including the Citadel Academy, Van was the one. There are many who speak justice in the world, and for all of them, I have every reason to be right. But Van could not have listened to all their justice, and could not judge whether one of them was right or wrong.

That's why I thought so. After all, all you have to do is show him your teeth.

But look now. To protect my companions, but those in front of them also want to protect my companions and my master. What justice can he find in cutting them off?

Is justice really a fitting ornament on the blade?

I couldn't put off any more answers. On the subject of putting muddy shoes on people's lives, it was so irresponsible that I didn't even know where I was going.

"…… I will introduce you properly. It's called Van in Sionel Village."

Van wipes away all the blood from his left eye with his sleeve. His expression became incredibly serious. The ear of Kishin fades. And as his ears sank, half his breath began to rise.

"Under the command of Balagoth Eroc, I have come to serve the Lady of Roots. And now I'm standing here to tie your feet, but I think it's more difficult to tie your feet."

For what reason? Well, you have to protect your colleagues, take responsibility for your duties, and get the Guardian's Sword…….

Van said as he recited it.

"I will break the curse that you did not break."

Vampires slowly aroused themselves. Those who would say that the world is evil and evil, even if they only heard its name, looked at Van with their eyes open. The spirit of Kishin cried out. You can count on my strength right now. Then I'll give you the power to burn all those vampires.

But Van's eyes never went away more than ever. It is time to simply get drunk and reveal your teeth.

"Unbreakable curse..."

Sometimes, even from curses, a person seeks a reason to live.

A vampire who still thinks of himself opens his mouth.

"My name is Lopo. Remember this name. I'll remember your name."

"…… please come."

Lopo reveals his fangs. Van's momentum threw down all evil and rather calmed down. I thought I'd just tie my feet, but that clumsy angle only increased my wound.

The number of vampires is no less than 30. But the problem is that each one of them has strengths that are incomparable to humans.......

In the case of Lopo, the test is never lower than half.

The trajectory bends. If you want to head for Lopo's Bamboo Black Head, you turn like a snake and aim for Van's feet. It was a more difficult sword than anything Van had ever encountered. And sometimes.

Van's double sword swung. But the next moment, Van's clothing was neatly cut off. I could not catch the movement of an old man with a sack of sword, even though I swung the double sword. The sword of the three incoming stems, aiming for all the squares of Van. The old man swung his sword once, so that he could ring it three times, four times, and five times.

"…… It's a fun sword."

The hesitation is gone. What kind of heart rate has changed since then? "

"I don't seem to hesitate to deal with it."

Not with skill, not with decency. They were worthy opponents to be hit with all their might. Van glances around. Vampires gathered to besiege him, one or two.

'What about Saint-Ro?'

Nothing. Now they seem to be sure to finish him off before he passes half. Seeing them like that, Van rather calmed down. The air surrounding him told him things he could not see. Who's swallowing the saliva. Who's after him in what pose. How their toes sound.

Everyone didn't jump in half the time. At that moment, they already understood that my life must end.

"... Too bad. I wish I had confronted you in a more refined state."

Lopo said so and listened to the bamboo sword.

Since then there has been no dialogue. Only the sound of the blade striking, the sound of the skin splitting, and the screaming of the deafening silence were with them.

The vampires died one by one. But the more I did, the more I found out Van couldn't get away. It wasn't just a matter of fitness. In front of those who threw everything at me and tried to bite him, I couldn't take such a clumsy attitude of tying my feet and running away.

Victory was an impossible fight. No matter how powerful Kishin was, even if he could instantly have the same power as the 6-Star Examination, male inferiority was still a problem he could not overcome. I didn't intend to fight in the first place, and the original goal was to run away as much as possible....

Every time his health fell, every sword weighed heavily, Lopo's bamboo sword became harder to chase, and every breath of vampires sounded more and more frightened, Van pressed his heart close to fleeing.

Flare's up, but it's too late. At some point, Van was already left with no strength to flee. I couldn't. I didn't want to confront them with such a clumsy mind. Even if I ran away in the first place, given the vampire's health, it might have been harder to disappear faster than they did.

You might die. You might really die. And at that moment, it was Anya's face that came before Van's eyes. If I'd listened to her, if I'd gone north, if I'd been a lighthouse there, I'd be a little more secure.

You can't do that.

Van's blade trembled. I didn't know if it was the fear of death or if it was too much blood. I remembered what I said to Yuri confidently. I don't want to be a fugitive prosecutor. Yeah, come and think about it. Was that bullshit or not?

Van bites his lips and thinks. If he dies, what does he die of? Die as a dumb prosecutor who doesn't even know what I'm fighting for. Or just die as a pure prosecutor who sought the power of the sword.

This was the first time Van faced this degree of fear and anxiety directly.

Just run, Van.

Did Yuri say, or did he talk about the weakness in his inner self? Unknown. Van slowly inserted the kissin into the knife, holding only the glass in his hand. Kishin's ear has been burned for a long time. The only thing you can count on is his power, that's all.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Van cries out. The feeble roar of terror and foolishness disappeared beyond the forest, and peace was restored over Van's face. Yes, I wanted this life. Burning everything, fighting, and ending up as a flame bigger than any wildfire.

There was already no fire left in him, but Van gained a strange comfort from my empty stamina. Everything was meaningless like that, so there was no need to be afraid. Wilderness, obsession, and young stubbornness all disappeared.

The rest of the vampires, seven.

Which side will fall first?