Sword Whisperer

The breakup with Armen was not long. He left without greeting, and Armen did not come out of the crowd. Neither was it, and even if it was, their separation did not necessarily require greetings.

'Should I have taken out the knife?'

Walking down the street, Van recalls that moment three days ago. An apple that fell over Armen's head. In order to prove that he was taking the path of the sword seriously, it would be necessary to present such a trick.

Van found out that it was my childish pride that brought out the sword. And as much as that, I had to think of that moment to make my face even more fierce.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

"......."

A rough voice broke Van's imagination. Van looks back. Quint was chasing him hard. Van asked in a slightly annoying voice.

"I thought you had something to do in the woods."

"I did, but now I have something to tell you."

"…… to me?"

"I want to understand your sword."

"I have no plans to raise a disciple."

"You don't have to teach me. Just let me follow you. As you can see, the sword is also a lost body..."

Quint looked at my sack and said,

"I will follow even if I order you to serve as a servant. You're not bad for cooking, standing on fire, and having one of those."

"You're a knight. I can't believe the knight is going to be a servant..... I don't understand."

"It was a sword worth it."

Quint's eyes twitch in passion. I didn't really like that passion. Quint would think I was praising Van's sword, but it wasn't Van who was praising him. As Lopo's follower, Van could not turn away from Quint's admiration.

"…… that's right. A sword like that."

Maybe it sounded like magnetism in Quint's ear. But it didn't matter. Van turned his back again and said,

"I'm going to Sionel, what are you going to do?"

"…… Everywhere I reach your feet."

"All right, follow me. But you're gonna have to be careful."

Van stepped out.

"I intend to walk quite a distance."

§

"...... There is no day to draw the sword."

Quint had a slightly vaporized face. I also did. I have not been on a journey with Quint for days and a half and have never drawn a sword. Van said, facing Quint's gloomy face.

"It's not training to pull out a sword."

".... If someone else said that, I'll kick your ass saying no nonsense, but that's you again.... Huh, really. How can you train without pulling a sword?"

"I understand why you think that. But let me ask you something. Why do you have to pull out a sword to be able to practice?"

"Yup, that's it..... I can't tell what it is just by swinging around."

"You've already swung a thousand times, or tens of thousands."

Van said, leaning on the tree.

"I wish I could have done enough exercises to swing, can't I?"

"… so now it's your turn to do an unwieldy training?"

"Well, it's not your turn. It could be."

Van said that and watched the ants march on the ground. As he had already seen it several times, Quint watched the ants together instead of shaking his head.

The landscape was so meaningless that I wanted to see it. But there must be a good reason for Van to keep an eye on it. Quint continued to watch the ants for boredom.

Strange. Hundreds of similar-looking ants move in rows. Obviously, they were constantly moving, and the landscape was in a standstill somewhere.

I was more frustrated by something. Quint hooks and blows. A few ants drift out of his breath and wander around. However, other ants were busy walking more diligently to fill the gaps that Quint had created.

And finally, the same landscape returned.

"... Do you feel anything?"

"No. What are you feeling here?"

"Neither do I feel as great as you. I'm just trying to feel it."

Van looked at Hilgum Quint and asked.

"You know, do you have the confidence to bellow the march of these ants?"

"... I'm sorry, but I lost the Great Sword because of you."

"So is he."

Van giggles. Kick-kick. Quint replied in a strange voice.

'But if there was, well, yeah, I don't think I could have. I don't think it's gonna be much different from my mouth or my great sword. I may be able to change their path a little, but if I kill all the ants..... I won't be able to make the march itself. "

"What do I have to do to cut?"

"... How can I cut the impossible in the first place?"

"Is that so?"

Van nods convincingly. Quint asked because he felt uncomfortable trying to be cool and positive.

"... I thought you were going to tell me how to ring the bell."

"No, I can't. I'd like to cut it, but I can't. That's my reality."

"Sometimes you look more like a Guru than a Knight."

"Huh, I really didn't think I'd hear that."

Van was proud to be on the exact opposite side of things like "do." I can't believe he heard this story. Is the shadow left by Lopo so vividly covering him?

Lopo.

It was a short encounter, but his encounter left a deeper impression than anyone he had ever met. Maybe it was because Lopo was a test against time. Therefore, time could not be a reason not to respect him.

And Van realized that Quint's gaze on him was just like his gaze on Lopo. Van looked at Quint and asked.

"…… why are you following me?"

"Because it's strong."

"The strongest man in the world is widespread and widespread. That doesn't mean I followed them all."

"That's not true. But..... from the moment I first saw your sword, no, from the moment I felt it, I realized. If I don't follow you, I'll regret that decision for the rest of my life."

Quint said decisively.

"Your swordsmanship was something I hadn't imagined in my entire life. Understanding that sword, I think I can grow a little more than I do now."

Quint certainly resembled Van. If anything else, Van met Lopo, had the power to read his sword, and had his sword. So Van was forced to do good to this poor comrade.

Van raises his hand on the bamboo sword. Facing Quint's sparkling eyes, Van opens his mouth quietly.

"I know I speak this sword, but I don't understand."

"... How can you speak a sword you don't understand?"

"I have confidence in imitation."

And there's the energy of Lopo left in the Bamboo Sword.

Van's mood has changed. Quint opens his eyes. A sword that I couldn't even feel at first. Those who stayed at the Forest Wind Inn said Van's sword was an invisible pleasure sword. But really?

The answer was now in Van's hands.

The sword is drawn. Slowly. It was picked for countless moments, but it was never picked at the same time.

'Against the flow of time.'

That was the reasoning Quint had before. But right now, as I watched Van's sword in front of his eyes, Quint realized that my reasoning was completely wrong.

"Ah."

It is not a sword against the passage of time.

Neither the overturning of time, nor the myriad of simultaneous existences, nor the drawing of the sword of the future, were either.

However, time simply did not contain the sword.

Above Van swings the Bamboo Sword, the ants he watches overlap. Forgetting what I looked at, what I cared about, I was just so ignorant that the moment I left my consciousness behind over the course of time.....

It looks exactly like Van wielding a sword.

"…… what is this?"

Quint's face became zinc. What kind of world can you peek at and have a knife like this? Alternate. Alternate.

Quint couldn't beat the nervousness and asked.

"What the hell are you training these swords for?"

Van answered.

"To cut nothing."

Like some old prosecutor did.

§

Mua's Sword.

Van gave that name to Lopo's sword. The black that the prosecutor forgets himself wields, sometimes even the world forgets.... and also makes the world forget that I was cut.

"... Is this the place?"

Via the town of Sionel, Van and Quint arrive at the Stony Mountain where Eroc stays. Van glances over the rocks with a complex expression instead of an answer.

Eroc didn't cheat Van. He never said he was justice, nor did the vampires say he was evil.

Nevertheless, I feel deceived because I thought that the 'Teacher' who came from an early age was the owner of a completely pure and virtuous personality.

"…… I understand you. '

However, understanding is not a way to invoke the heart of a loved one. Van slowly took a step. Quint followed Van with an uneasy expression.

"Hey, hey. Something strange here... Something, something... Feeling like the world is bent?"

"I saw it right. This is the realm of a man with a twisted heart."

"If it's a realm..... are you referring to that realm?"

Quint asked with a frightened expression. Van faced the shield of Eroc, who stood in their way instead of answering. It was already a familiar shield. However, it was also a shield that failed to be destroyed.

The former half drew Eroc's attention by adding stung, adding and adding to the slaughter, in order to break through this shield. If then Eroc decides and says, 'Close.' If he had thrown his will, he might have fallen back without even seeing Eroc's face.

"Premature."

And it's probably not that different now.

Van grabs the Bamboo Sword. I felt the life of an inspector holding a farming implement for hundreds of years. The weight of that life gave Van the power to move forward.

I don't take out the black. What is a shield? In the end, it was the spirits that made Eroc retreat from the world.

In the end, what Van had to cut down was not the world that the spirits contained, but the spirit itself. But is that something you can read? Is it true that you can build that day in front of the horse?

'I don't think so.'

Then you can change the question.

Is the Spirit a necessarily cut silk?

Van walked forward without a word. The stickiness of the world seemed to be watching him, but he walked forward quietly. He stepped on the same path several times and again, blurring my consciousness little by little, but at the same time making it clearer.

Walk towards where?

His steps are heading for the summit now, but one day he will head down that mountain again. Why are you tied up right now?

If you can make dozens of apples with one slash, what can you not walk dozens of paths with one step?

Quint, who had been chasing after Van, was sometimes caught up in the illusion that I was crazy. I wanted to split half a shadow into dozens of pieces, and sometimes they all walked in half. At some point, however, Van was behind him again, not in front of him, and when he looked back, he was constantly stepping towards the back, not against him.

In sum, Van himself was the blade of Mua.

And in front of this unintelligible, unintelligible visitor...... would even Eroc's shield hold his hands?

The boy, who had become a man, said in a loud voice like a knife.

"Long time no see, Eroc."