Sword Whisperer

After that day, half a dozen times, he held the dagger and asked for sleep. But all he could get out of that sleep was that the person he was about to meet was on a level that he couldn't even imagine.

'It's just a swing.'

After that swirling, I wanted things to be different. Just holding the sword in your hand, sometimes one holds the underworld…… one has the right to life and death.

"How long do you intend to keep bruising? Come on in and eat."

Jenson said in a loud voice as always. Van looks back at Jenson, then slowly enters the kitchen. And the first thing he saw like that was the look of Quent laying his hands on Suzer.

"· · · · · Have you now changed your path to a meal? That's a good idea. That would be very peaceful."

"Don't make fun of me. I can't even do this much work while getting free food."

"I never thought I'd be four years old."

Van sat down with a fluffy smile. Jenson scrambled half like that, and quietly started eating meat stew. It was a stew orphaned from the morning with cow butt flesh, tomatoes and basil. Except for the pepper I wanted to be a little thick, there was nothing woody.

However, Van couldn't concentrate on his meals as he broke his heart. Jenson frowns as he sees him bruising again instead of opening the meat.

"A crab with no taste?"

"Oh, no. I just have a lot on my mind."

"I'm not thinking about eating. Eat."

"· · · ·"

Compared to when I left to catch a vampire, Van's mood was so different. The boy was like a bungee, so he knew that he could open his wings and escape at any moment, but Jenson wasn't happy to see half the change.

"You don't have to try to grow up too fast."

"Yes?"

"Growing up isn't always a good thing. It doesn't always tell you the answer. Sometimes take it easy. Just give thanks for being given to you, and pray to God. Please let me pass safely just like tomorrow."

"Since when have you been so faithful?"

Van grumbled.

"I don't have too much to worry about, so I'm going to live. I'll try to regret it a little later."

"I don't know what you regret."

Jenson said.

"There is no life without regret. No matter how straight you live, your regrets will be overwhelming. So it's better to think about what to do in the future."

"Going forward?"

"Yes."

Jenson lifts a spoon and points to half.

"You've become a ridiculous prosecutor that no one can say. There's probably not one person in Sionel who can win against you. So, what are you going to do with that sword now?"

"I tried to learn not to cut anything."

"He's also talking about training. Not training. What do you want to do?"

Jenson's voice quietly rang.

"What do you need a sword for?"

§

"Please fight. Van."

It was the night when the moon was invisible. Quint gazes at Van with a new two-handed sword from the forge. Compared to the previous sword, the strength was certainly heavy, but there was no shortage of struggle, at least.

Van glances at Hilgum Quint. He said with a little tired eyes.

"I'm sorry, Quint. I'm practicing not to draw a sword."

"I'm sorry, Van, but I intend to interrupt your practice."

"I wouldn't do that."

"Coming!"

Quint swings his two-handed sword before Van even answers. A sharp blade falls to truthfully cut the throat of half a man. Van approaches Quint and twists his torso to avoid the blade.

"He won't even vote."

"Hmm!"

Quint swings his sword before Van speaks a word. Instead of being lighter in weight, the speed was faster. Nevertheless, it was meaningless in front of half the population. Looking into Lopo's world, the speed of the sword could not be a threat to Van at all.

Quint has swung his sword over a dozen times. But none of it was reachable to half. Quint sweeps his sweaty hair and looks at Van. The shoulders slightly sag in blood, but the tail rises up in joy.

"Van, what have you got a knife for?"

"For the knife."

"I heard it for my mother."

Quint muttered.

"My father was a thief. And he wasn't the only looter outside the silk, he was the looter inside the house. There was no day when bruises disappeared on your mother's face."

Quint shuts his mouth for a moment, as if it were hard to speak. A lifetime of fierce anger was contained within his eyes.

"My father bought meat one day. It was salted pork. Usually, a man would bring me and my mother some leftover debris. And that night. On my mother's bed, it wasn't my father, it was another man."

"Dr. Quint."

"I had to lift a knife."

Quint closed his eyes. The memory of the moment he put his sword on the neck of his sleeping father was not forgotten no matter how long it passed. The neck was not beige at once. My father was frightened by the sudden attack and tried to stop the knife with his hand, but it only made his fingers cut off better.

Even if his breath was cut off, Quint's knife did not stop.

"The mother hanged herself a week later."

Quint's face was hard to see. Carl, who was trying to save her, eventually killed her. Quint looked at Van and asked.

"Why did he lose his life? Seeing your son kill your father, did you hate this world so much? · · · · · · Or, even if it was so cruel, was it my husband who said he loved me?"

"No one will blame you. Quint."

That was all Van could say. Quint said.

"Every time I dream, my father comes out. And I'm just a kid who's still helpless in front of him. I don't like it. Even with a bigger sword and a stronger test, I still feel trapped in those days."

"I thought if I got stronger, I could get away with it. If his shadow gets strong enough not to be afraid, he could sleep more comfortably. But Van, it's your report. Okay. Maybe being strong isn't just the answer."

"You should say you are happy to help."

"But you'll know the answer to that."

Quint's eyes quietly gleam.

"Because you can hear Gdan's voice."

Quint said.

"Because you carry a knife for the sword, you will surely hear what the sword truly wants to say. How we can use him most wisely."

"Do you really think Carl knows the answer?"

"It all started with a knife. No conflict, no kingdom, no revolution. The end must also be in it."

Quint said.

"Heaven sent you to this world.... to give you the answer. So, I understand my mission is to help you. I'll help you find the answer."

"It's hard to expect what you want."

Van laughed.

"But I can't say no, I'm counting on you."

Eventually, Van's hand was full of swords. It wasn't a bamboo sword. With the glass in place, Van slowly poses. There is someone here who looks directly at him. How can we keep avoiding it? Quint also smiled face to face.

"I know your sword is out of time. But I've seen you for a long time, too. Now you can chase that knife."

"There is one misconception."

Van smiled as he posed.

"All you saw was some of the swords I had."

§

On that day, Quint was overwhelmingly pushed by Van. In terms of speed and technicality, Quint was hard to keep up with even half the heels. Nevertheless he laughed. Even if it can help Van, it makes him happy enough.

Van often double-checked the conversation with Quint. Quint's words were in many ways different from his own. I can't believe Carl's carrying what he wants to say to people.

Do you have something you want to say? As a knife. '

— Well, I call it the Dobby, the Knife.

Glass said in a embarrassing hue. Although her self was not made up as a sword, it was made up as a man.

- But if there's something I want to say to you, would it be a little more comfortable?

Do the swords say the same thing? '

- Maybe it is. Maybe the swords want to throw themselves away. Maybe vice versa, but... It's a little black, asking you to bury your blood.

"It's like Kishin. '

Van stroked Kishin. Kishin hasn't heard a single voice yet. I would also like to hear his story once, but the aftermath of being forcibly swallowed by the voice of a knife was quite large.

'What do you mean I haven't figured it out yet? Guardian.'

Van looks at the Guardian's dagger in his arms and is locked in his thoughts. The goal of capturing him immediately was to gain the recognition of this guardian, but I was not inspired by how that would be possible.

'You have to leave. ’

It was once a big Sionel village, but now it feels like it's a narrow place to hold him. After all, Van was destined for the wanderer. I felt free to leave here and there like the wind, without being tied up somewhere.

And so, Van was forced to tremble even further before the encounter.

It was a different day. The weather was sunny, and the town of Sionel was enjoying peace as it had always been.

It was time to enter the house. Half saw about five black-haired guests coming in front of Jenson dressed in gray coats. Today seems to be a good day for business, and I tried to pass, but I couldn't. Jenson was rarely seen with a surly expression, and their eyes turned to Van, flashing with an unidentified cheer.

"Is that him?"

"Well, if you come to me like this without saying anything,"

"A lot of knives, and this energy, oh, you really resemble the guardian in the story."

The black-haired woman first kneels and bows. And the others also began to bow slowly like one. Van couldn't hide the embarrassing colors and watched the amount of work they were doing. They politely bowed their heads.

"It is an honor to see the Guardian of Sunwoo, who will inherit the voice of the sword."

"Who are you?"

"It's called Sunwoo Eugene. I've only dreamed of seeing a day when I was a kid."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh, you didn't hear the story. I always asked Jenson Elder to tell me a story. He was a newcomer.

Eugene stares at Jenson with a slightly heartbroken face, but Jenson doesn't even give her eyes. Eugene laughed, coughed and said,

"I'll formally introduce you. Adult boarding school. It's called Yul and Ari's maid, Sunwoo Eugene."

She said in a grown-up voice.

"I'm here to see a boarding school adult."