Sword Whisperer

"…… what did no one cut?"

"Doesn't anything come to mind?"

"No, too much comes to mind."

Van looked up at the sky.

"No one cut off the sky."

"I couldn't cut the ocean."

"I couldn't cut the world."

"You couldn't cut me right now."

I would not have bent the coins in his arms right away. Van looks at Lopo quietly. He is leaving this to him. There was nothing I couldn't understand.... Even so, I still couldn't understand exactly what he wanted.

"What do you want me to cut?"

"The sky can be bellowed, the sea, the world, and you..... if a stronger person appears, you will be cut off. Then, no matter how strong you are, what can't be measured by strength alone?"

Lopo's question was not directed at Van. He looks down at my wrinkled palm, muttering quietly.

"Whatever it is, I want you to cut it off."

"..... for the vengeance of the old man?"

"No."

Lopo replied.

"For my dream."

§

The rain didn't stop for a few days. It was quite a long shot. And I rarely saw the end of my life with vampires who thought it would be over soon.

"You have a lot to say."

Looking at the forest of Eustein, Lopo murmurs in a murky voice somewhere. Despite knowing that the end of the story was their end, Lopo and the vampires were neither nervous nor afraid. Some of them even greeted Van with a smile, even though they were wounded to the point of revealing their ribs.

That's why. At some point, only half of them were afraid that the end of this trumpet would end. Van looked at Lopo. He was branching in an apple tree field. Van looks at him as if he doesn't understand.

"Do you feel like going now?"

"I've been thinking about it for a long time. If I could taste the apple on this tree..... I could give everything for the joy of that moment."

Van looks up at the apple tree. The cherry apple seems to be still undercooked. Lopo murmured.

"If the curse is lifted, the moment the years come upon us..... I may be able to eat something for a while."

"Do you want to eat that apple then?"

"I gave him water every day. I could get away with all the fantasies when I gave you the water. It was the time I spent expecting the taste of apples, but maybe it wasn't so important to eat or not eat that apple. Can you understand that?"

"I wanted to cut off the sky."

Van added:

"But just because you can't cut it doesn't mean you can't lose your life in the moment you hold the knife."

Van pulled a knife. It was Lopo's Bamboo Sword.

[I grabbed the Bamboo Sword of the 'Examiner who cuts nothing'.]

Material: Steel

Quality: Artifacts

Owner: Lopo (7-Star)

Memory retention:

Remarks: Originally, it was an ordinary knife, but it was transformed into an artifact by the old master's long training. This knife doesn't rust, it doesn't get dirty. When you pursue the memory of the old master, you may be able to glimpse the flow of time and space.

"Lopo. If you only had a heart, you could have killed me then."

"I'm sure he did."

"It would have been impossible for me to tie my feet so long."

".... Are you blaming me for harassing you?"

"No, I want to endure. I know Lopo's real skill."

The highest level of those he knifed was Lucas. I have never grabbed his sword myself, so I can't tell you for sure the level…… but I thought Lucas' skill might be 6 stars. Half of them didn't even pull out their six-star skills.

Even though Willen, the master of his attitude, had the skill of seven stars, he could not even look at it properly. Van looks at Lopo with Lopo's Bamboo Sword. His gaze contained respect and unfathomable affection.

"Will you teach me?"

"..... I'm greedy. If you are a member of the Sunwoo family, you will one day have everything you need to have my sword."

That said, but Lopo was never in a bad mood. He snorts and picks up an apple tree branch. And instead of swinging a knife, I started talking quietly.

"I had a time like yours. I wanted to be a prosecutor. I hoped that there was nothing in the world that I couldn't say..... and I realized it one day. No matter how fast, no matter how sharp the trajectory, no matter what I cut, my thirst will not be filled."

"…… what thirst?"

"I'm thirsty for you, too."

Lopo looked up at the apple tree in a nutshell and asked.

"What did I hold the sword for?"

Van's finger flinched. And it was that moment. Lopo's knife moved. It was a movement that could not even be compared to half a day ago. Jaw. Ball. Aphrodisiac. Neck. shin. thighs. Armpit. Second and seventh ribs. Back and wingbone. All kinds of slashes and stabs from the angle that can't be there. Hits and pierces half the body.

"Ugh.......!"

Van retreated, frightened. He thought he had grown his skills in his own way since he fought for his life, but Lopo showed his true strength, so it was hard for him to even conceal the black.

'If it was a knife, not a branch...'

By now, he was so messed up that he didn't even know he was human. The cold sweats. The heart is pounding violently, but somehow the blood is cooler than usual.

Lopo continued to swing the branches. Sometimes the fallen leaves, when they touch his blade, are crushed to the ground like dust within.

Should I say it's ridiculously fast? No, it's not about that dimension. His blade was not strong because of speed.

As the voice of the sword suggests, his sword could move without any constraint from 'construction'.

"…… The prosecutor who can make his own laws, one day…… the laws of the world will also be negligible."

Van put in his mouth the teachings he had learned in Citadel one day. The power of the Fifth Star is to melt my own 'law' into the world. These are the ones who cut steel into branches after a long training. Their slash, powered by the law, is already different from the usual slash.

And according to the knife that Van has been reading, the standard of six stars is to contain my own concept of rejecting the common sense of the world in my laws. A sword whose flesh must rot unconditionally. A regime that shocks an opponent out of reach. In a way, the White Flame that burns what you want is basically a six-star power.

If so, what about 7 stars?

"I want to see Lopo's territorialization."

Five stars are putting their laws into the laws of the world.

Six stars seem to impose my own concept of ignoring even the laws of the world.

So what's 7 stars?

Lopo laughed.

"You've been in my realm for a long time."

Van slowly stretches the Bamboo Sword. One of the lost trees sharpens my branches like a blade and aims for half. I could feel instinctively. Even if he had a blade, these apple trees would be hundreds and thousands of blades at a time and cut him off.

Early in the seventh century, this early in 'territorialization' …… can make a part of the world my realm.

"..... This apple tree field was Lopo's realm."

"Funny thing. When I insisted on the sword..... I didn't even know what my world was, of course. I don't want to die without being a stronger prosecutor. My world that I didn't even have when I was a life-saving life-saving woman began to water the tree with a dead-end sword."

Lopo said.

"Van. After I put the knife down, I can hear you. I want you to find it."

"…… is that also a simple kindness?"

"I would have done you a favor already. To cut what no one in the world could cut."

"I didn't even understand what it was."

"I don't understand, so I don't know."

Looking at Van's confused face, Lopo laughed.

"You already know the answer."

"…… I don't like the answer to the question."

"I'm sorry about that."

Lopo shrugs.

"I like it."

§

The longer the time spent with the vampires, the heavier Van's heart became. They were not the ones who drank innocent people's blood and shed evil laughter, as he thought. I drank the blood of animals to appease my thirst, but what difference does it make to humans eating meat?

They were largely indifferent to Van, but they smiled quietly when they encountered the youngest face. Faced with that calm smile, which contained neither resentment nor reproach, Van was disgraced and shunned as if he had been struck by an indescribable curse.

'.... I've become stronger.'

Van swung a bamboo sword in the apple tree field. Lopo's thoughts and memories slowly flow into him. Lopo's view of time and space sometimes gave Van the illusion that he could turn a single slash into dozens of pieces, but that always ended with the illusion.

But it didn't bother Van that his training was slow. It was my helplessness that really bothered Van...

'What was the training for?'

I wanted to cut off the sky.

…… the reason he wanted to be a prosecutor, is that all?

No, that's not it. When I dreamed of half a sword, half of my heart was filled with joy and emotion that could not be expressed. His appearance in the dream was not just a man who cut off the sky. An examination that is incomparable…… really cool and wonderful, so…… I have no choice but to admire it.

But now he's a prosecutor?

I remember when I graduated from the Citadel Academy. He was a senior graduate, but at the same time he was nothing. Zeo walked with my dreams and goals to protect the forest of Eustein, and Anya to shed light on the lighthouse.

At that time, there was no such thing as a goal for Van. The goal of being the strongest in the world was not something I could say.

'I don't want to be tied up anywhere.'

As I said, how humiliating it is to look back now. What's the difference between the back of an examination that I don't know where to point my knife, and the back of a half of a bayonet...?

Van's knife swirls the air even harder. All the visible rain drops were cut off, but in the end some of the rain drops pressed his nostrils, brows, shoulders and back. Whenever his clothes were wet and heavy, his mind was also wet and sagged together.

"Where should I go? '

Van's sword stopped. Where do I go? When I think about it..... there are many places that come to mind. But that's why he couldn't go anywhere. Any path could be his, so there seemed to be no place for him to move his steps.

Van stretches his shoulders axially. Yeah, let's find Lopo. Let us lean on his wisdom. Perhaps you will harass him with an incomprehensible answer, but sometimes there is no answer in the answer?

Now, look. The feeding clouds are also now opening. As all the rain finally stopped, his troubles.....

"Huh?"

It's raining. The eating cloud disappears. The sun that doesn't even remember the last time I saw it, followed.....

Van's complexion changed.

"Lopo."