Sword Whisperer

I recall that night when I faced the retreat, the Ghost Corps. A white flame that was as intense as a column falling from the sky.

'You can't push it into a power battle.'

Even with the sharpest strikes, I wondered if I could cut the white salt completely. Even if you cut it off, Dane will be able to spray White Flame once more..... If you enter the consumption war like that, you won't have to think long about who will lose.

It awakens Lopo's senses. The construction became ambiguous, and it seemed obvious that the white salt contained in Dane was swiftly flinging his tongue to eat him.

Van saw the illusion of white salt that struck him dozens of times even at the moment. As he hurriedly stepped aside, Dane, who was about to make a move, continued to stare at Van with a pause.

'What is it? It's like you're fighting with this guy. Are you a private child of this family? No, it can't be. Even if I had the ability, I would have accepted him as a member...'

It felt strange. When he tried to attack, Van's body moved like a sunset, making him move to the hardest part. At that point, he misses the breath to attack and once again enters a silent confrontation state.

'Strange.'

Dane looks at Van with his eyes wide open. Anya's favorite young man. In fact, the reason I wanted to see what he was capable of was more to see if he was capable of doing it than to simply see if he could go to the North.

And the conclusion was that Van was a more demanding opponent than I thought. It was not simply a push-and-pull test with force and skill. An ominous feeling that he was approaching the wrong side of the road, which seemed to bite very tightly, stood in Dane's way.

'.... It's strange. The prosecutor won't be able to beat me.'

He adhered to a very typical Nahar combat technique. It meant that the opponent had a combat style that turned him into ashes before narrowing the distance.

Originally, inspectors and melee oriented opponents were forced to struggle against him. Nevertheless, Van was something different. Sometimes he blew a flame for restraint, but each time he did, Van was rather like a ghost, aiming for his blind spot and stepping closer.

He was not a clumsy man to deal with. So Dane laughed more satisfactorily. It was not easy to confront an opponent who had to pull out his White Flame properly.

Dane's body spills white salt like lava. The overflowing white salt wraps around Dane's body in a spherical shape. In the White White Flame, likewise, the appearance of the White Dane sometimes appeared and then repeated whether it was invisible. He looked like a graffiti roughly engraved on white paper.

"I'll warn you first. You better not try to cut me."

"......."

Van didn't answer. I didn't have to listen to any warnings. I knew that wrapping Dane's body was not just a flame-level item. How many times has he calmed down the reckless Anya?

If you don't exercise properly, the blade may melt just by touching it. But I didn't have to worry. I don't know if he's the one who used to be awkward. He was not a step to worry about whether to put consciousness on the blade now. The hand was the sword, and the sword was the hand. Despite the sword of one stalk, he was now able to mix the doctrine of the sword.

'You still can't feel it.'

It seems to be rewarding for not pulling a knife. Thanks to his efforts to cut nothing, Van was able to kill quite the usual pose as a prosecutor. No, it wasn't just enough to say "pretty kill."

Half of them, as if they didn't pull a knife.

I could make it look like I pulled a knife.

"......!"

Van definitely didn't run. It wasn't even a sudden move. But at some point, Van's blade was halfway through Dane's White Flame.

But Van was also surprised. Dane's White Flame was denser than I thought. And the reactivity was also great. If it had been his intention, his blade should have been cut to the size of Dane's skin, but his blade could not have been dug up or picked up and tied up like it was caught in the mud.

"Ha!"

Dane's eyes shine. Even if you have the qualities, you're older, and you don't expect that much, but it's more important than you think.

Dane's White Flame stretches out like a vine. Some like arrows, some like fists, some like axes. The white salt spilled in dozens of directions seemed to simply turn half into a grilled fish in a moment. Even Van's blade is caught in the White Flame, no matter how fast it moves....

I can't see the answer.

"What, what...?"

One of the soldiers opens his mouth foolishly. He was far away from getting caught up in the aftermath of the fight, and his eyes were unable to grasp the foreground properly. Obviously, Van's blade was buried in White Flame, and it was just about to get hit.....

When did Dane set up all the White Flame Blades?

'.... I cut it.'

Anya's eyes widened. It was a skill I had never seen before. At first, I wanted to know if it was the third sword of Van. A scattered sword. But what Van is holding now was not even a decent iron sword, and most of all..... the remnant contained a mystery that was incomparable to the scattered sword.

I knew it intuitively. Van's blade was too fast to be seen. His knife really is a moment, but it has been stretched to dozens of sacks.

'Far away.'

It's not just his mood and attitude that has changed. I felt the essence of being a prosecutor was different. We spent years together. So I thought if I hadn't seen him for a year or so, I wouldn't have missed him.

However, if you look at me now, I can understand it even if I don't want to understand it. How long that year was.

Between the class she knew and the class here now, how big a gap there is.

Bang!

Dane's fist falls. It was a fist made of white salt. When I realized how meaningless a petty attack was, Dane chose to swing one giant fist instead of doing dozens of attacks. A giant fist, rather than a dizzy bull, seemed to make everything ash just by touching it, but half of it was not even muddy in front of it.

'It's not all power.'

After all, fighting is about who breaks each other's hearts first. Even if I swing my mighty hammer, it doesn't mean anything if it doesn't reach my heart. And to quote a few of the advantages Van has against Dane, reading the number of people is just ahead of the number.

'This is what the limit of white flakes is.'

Even if one step went wrong, Van reads the situation happily, in a situation where the size of the flesh is crushed. Dane wasn't too young. He had so great a power that he wanted to be allowed to man, he thought he could handle it quite skillfully. Maybe that was enough for the night seeds. First of all, his white flakes were reluctant to go near anyone at night.

If you really try to kill me..... I can't stand the dizziness of releasing that white salt.

Due to its enormous power, Dane was forced to show a weak face in his natural minor movements. He did not have the finesse to decide life with a finger difference. Of course, those who are dizzy will not dare to come near him, even without his meticulousness. He won't even cut the white flame around his body right now. Not even half of it was done with the white salt right now.

'.... I think I can Bell if I just like it.'

The problem was that I had to cut it to Dane. It wasn't a good thing to do in a fight.

It didn't take long for Dane to realize that this battle couldn't end. Soon he summoned the white salt that was wrapped around me. He shook his head in half, not a drop of sweat.

"I didn't know the level of the Citadel Academy would go up like this. No, are you just great? I don't think I'm tired at all."

"You seem to be overflowing with energy, too, Dane."

Van smiled. Dane was also making a mess of his surroundings, but he wasn't sweating as well as half a drop. Dane's eyes sank.

"You think you can ring me?"

"... Do you not think that you can burn me if you just eat your mind?"

"Ha, they think I'm very good with each other."

Dane laughed. He was clumsy and didn't want to see the end of this fight. They had different kinds of strengths. The power against the night and the power against men were different.

Dane looks at Van's Bamboo Sword. I must have just pulled it out before, but at some point, his blade was already in the blade.

'.... You seem possessed by a ghost.'

Unknown swordsmanship. Dane had to feel like he was fighting hundreds of prosecutors against Van. What kind of training would allow you to learn such swordsmanship? On that night, eating together and asking about him, Van laughed and replied:

"I had a training session where I didn't hold a knife."

It was an unknown answer.

Since the battle with Dane, Van's name value has had to rise considerably among the people of the lighthouse. At first, Van was no more than Anya's puppeteer, but he had almost no choice but to have a fierce battle with Dane.

"Who would be stronger with the captain and his friend?"

"Ask me some questions! Is there any way you're stronger than the captain?"

"But didn't you have an advantage, too?"

"That's what you did!"

".... I even came to 'White Flame'?"

Occasionally, when such a conversation was going on, the phantom coughed up and explained in various ways how strong Van was. Not everyone paid particular attention to his words, but once the flaming dialogue burned out, half of them got a little bigger in their minds.

Nevertheless, permits to leave for the North have not fallen so easily. Sometimes I wanted to just sneak over the wall, but I didn't have to make trouble. I didn't want to do any more harm.

Fortunately, there was one small incident that bored Van.

Van asked with his hand on the Pommel of Long Sword.

"What?"

— Get me some blood! Fresh and Warm Demon Blood!

The self-proclaimed Holy Sword Kishin awakens from sleep.