Sword Whisperer

Shadows have become fewer horses. I didn't see his face, but it seemed obvious that his gaze was fascinated by the apple tree field presented by half.

- Strange territory.

Shadows opened their mouths. I had no choice. I was less prepared. This was the first time I had taken out the right words besides those words. But I also did. Lopo's knife, which penetrated deep into Van's body, was such a force that he could never turn away if he were a prosecutor.

"It's Lopo's sword."

— Lopo..... Black-eared Lopo. I heard the rumors. I thought he was gone.

"You have given me this sword beyond all these years."

— Pray for the power of the old ghost to protect me.

"There's no reason to be ashamed of using the power of a ghost to deal with a ghost.

— That's a good horse.

The shadow turns its head. His secret mouth opened.

— Come to the Carlsmori Library.

"Yes." "

— I'm just a shadow at best. If you want to have a proper conversation, find me in the Carlsmori Library. If you're lucky, you might be able to convince me. I'm asking you.

The shadow said in a beastly voice.

— All the swords in this world.

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'..... this is how it works.'

As soon as I woke up, Van laughed in vain. He said he would not be swayed by the old desires of Sunwoo, but all his destiny led him in the direction of Sunwoo.

The Karlsmori Library. Can we walk to it alone? Well, I couldn't be sure half the time. He still knew the North almost as well as the outside lick.

Van looked down at the Guardian's dagger and put it in his arms. It looked like a destination, but I didn't intend to move right now. I didn't know if I could go to the North right now, and most importantly, I still have a lot of thread to unravel with the Sunwoo family. I didn't even learn to hammer properly from Eugene.

After that day, Van looked for Eugene and continued to hold the hammer. Although the hot grass sometimes burned his hands, it didn't hurt to think it was a wound that all blacksmiths had to go through. All swords must have been born through such hot pain.

'Is the Guardian really that shadow man?'

He was different somewhere. He was more like a superhero than a Lopo. Absolute confidence in one's strength, arrogance that keeps up with that confidence.

There is no way to put everything down because it's on the ground. Rather, it was strange that Lopo was so strong that he had everything.

Strength was selfish. If I don't stand up to the world and walk steadily for myself..... I will be forced to weaken Bondi.

'Am I stronger?'

The hammer knocks on the knife. The reddish-brown iron increasingly resembles the shape of a knife every time a fire erupts. No wonder, but hammering shouldn't always be strong. Sometimes it had to be loose, sometimes if it wanted to come down straight, sometimes it had to flow obliquely.

The knife made by Van was, of course, clumsy. I'm sure it will be, but if you want a share of the yard, you have to spend a few years.

However, half still did not think this time was a waste. There was quite a gap between the hammer and the knife, but half felt the knife every time he knocked on the iron. Even in the act of tapping iron, you could find the aesthetic of a sword if you only had a heart.

Perhaps Van is now in a situation of slanting..... and carefully lowering the hammer. Sometimes his hammering could be messed up again, but at least not now.

There were two pairs of eyes watching that class. A pair said.

"How long do you intend to ruin the Guardian? I've never seen him hold a knife."

"You don't have to hold it."

Eugene replies. A man twists his lips across his shoulders, slanting a sack of human spear.

"Do you really need to wrap it up like that? You're just wandering around, no matter who you see. It's ridiculous. That great Sunwoo family is now risking all hope for someone who doesn't wield a sword."

"Ring."

Eugene closes her eyes and looks back at him.

"Don't repeat the mistakes the old adults made. The Guardian deserves the respect of Sunwoo under no circumstances."

"I don't intend to repeat my mistakes. And there's no respect for the Guardian. However……"

The circle frowns and looks at Van.

"Is he really the guardian we've been waiting for? Why?"

Just for listening to Carl's voice?

Wang continued to look at Van with an unconvincing expression. From the first day Van came, he kept making that look. Aggressiveness was not regarded as the glorious guardian who would take back the North to their Sunwoo..

Watch it now. I'm sure he's feeling his momentum, but he's just swinging the hammer. Is it really possible to walk the future of Sunwoo in that kind of deployment?

In the end, the sun turned around looking at Van for a while. After Van has finished making a bag of sloppy knives, Eugene sits next to him and looks at Van's blade.

"Simple."

"…… right?"

"It's a good knife, though."

It was a shortsword. Eugene leans toward the blade with the shortsword in his hand. Thanks to a long enough blade, I had a glimpse of what I thought would be cut if I just took the paper.

".... Why did you leave him?"

"Anyone with a phantom?"

"There's this guy who comes all the time looking for a hangover."

"Ah, that one..."

Van shrugs.

"What would you do if you didn't let it go?"

"Why don't you flatter me? If the grown-up touches you, the family grown-ups won't say a word."

"I know the Sunwoo family is giving me favor."

Van muttered.

"But abuse of that favor is another matter."

Eugene knew my offer was attractive. Eugene shrugged and wrapped around my knee.

"In fact, at first I was a little bit in agreement with the fantasy."

"What kind of thing?"

"You said you were a guardian…… I feel so mild. I wonder if I can do it when I have to put my claws up."

I would never have listened if I had been half the same. He was a slime with claws even when he walked. Eugene spoke before Van even said anything.

"But now that the hangover always hides the claws, it's more believable. If Sook reveals the claws, surely..... the ground won't end up scratching."

"......."

"I have something to confess."

Eugene looked down at the ground and said,

"Actually, Carl's conception was over a long time ago."

"You did."

"…… If I make you a knife, you will leave the palace again, right?"

Van didn't answer. It was only natural that he would leave at some point. So I thought we could somehow make him stay here a little longer.

"When can the Sunwoo family stop being a drifter?"

Most Sunwoo families have fled all over the kingdom. Some became pedestrians, others became local porcelains. And with that kind of information and funding coming in from all over the world, they're now gathering the power to promote the North.

Van couldn't answer Eugene's question. I wanted to answer, but he didn't know the answer.

It has been a long day for the night not to wait. The communion with Lopo was over, and now he knows where to go from the shadows. Instead of going into bed, Van stood up and spent time in the back of the mountain. I wanted to talk to him by taking off the moon if I encountered the political revolution.

But finding him was not a political revolution.

"I see you're not sleeping. Guardian."

"You……"

"It's an illusion."

The circle fixes the window and says,

"I'm listening to the voice of the spear."

"Is that so?"

"I have a question for you."

The circle aims at the window. It was a tremendous gift. Not a single sack of spear, but a huge column of pressure emanated from him, which seemed to be aiming at him. Van didn't pull the knife. The orb looked at his bare hands and asked.

"Do you hate knives?"

"Why would you think that?"

"I've never seen you swing a knife. If you're a guardian, you should take off your Bondi knife and start with it and spend the day ending with it. I wonder how you're holding a hammer."

The horse was polite, but the attitude was harsh. I felt like I was seeing the old half. Van looks at the light with a sad expression somewhere. The illusion frowned.

"How do you see that?"

"No, just, a little old thinking. Yeah, why don't you swing the knife?"

Van grabbed the glass.

— You're the same kid you used to be. Half.

Smiling with the voice of glass, Van said.

"I've never been swayed. Ever since the day I got here, not a single moment."

"…… Yes?"

"Look."

The voice sounded quietly from behind. Van turned blurry like a fog, and the circle had to face Van who was pointing a knife at my neck right in front of me.

"You're still swinging like this."

The sun turns white and looks back. At intervals, I thought I had an advantage. But it's so easy to narrow the streets.

"…… Of course, the one who listens to Carl's voice is different."

"Are you here to check my skills?"

Van didn't chase the Ring. Confidence flows from his body that he can produce the same idea at any time if he only eats his mind.

"Or are you here to check your skills?"

"Both."

"Didn't you just check it with one count?"

"I was just on my guard."

The sun bites his lips and stares at Van. He's in position. Thousands of spears went through him. In order not to embarrass their memory, the hall could not collapse so easily.

"You better not look at me too much."

'Rather, I think you're making me look decent.'

Van barely pressed the words up to the throat. And I felt proud of myself for not ending it. As a child, it was time to graduate from provocation.

'But I'm curious.'

I have been trained not to draw a sword, but how can I come without drawing a sword against this ungodly beekeeper?

Van put the already drawn glass back into the knife. The brows of the fruit twitched. But he did not tell Van to draw the sword again.

'This time I'll take advantage of your discretion.'

Draws tens of thousands of spears in your head. To pierce through only one man. To stab his carefree heart.

I don't know if you heard the knife. It wasn't a spear that would be blocked by an opponent who didn't pull a knife. At least I believed so. Concerns were as long as chalna, and as short as eternity. When the determination stood, the circle was already moving as a spear, not as a single person.

Faster stabbing than light. A prick with the power to make even rocks out of sand. Throughout my life, no, over the course of my life, the stabbing that I had trimmed was fired…….

Van raised his hand.

"......!"

"I don't hate to fight, but things have changed a little lately."

Van's hand grasps the window of the sun. Just like a child holding a chopstick, not a spear. Van smiled.

"Seems like there's plenty of time, so let's just talk about it."