Sword Whisperer

"…… is coming."

A woman in a dark-coloured dress smiled temptingly. In her dress, a myriad of thread-like things emanated and touched everything from trees to the ground. The man, who wrapped his whole body in bandages, looked at her with such a strange expression.

"Roxana. The more you look at your abilities, the more mysterious. It's really... unusual."

"Oh, I don't think you can even inhale the sea. Nakhmun."

"This is not the time to scratch each other's backs."

A silent voice echoed. It was something that wrapped my body around a black robe. In the lobe, something seemed to be seen, but it was not seen. Roxana looks at Robe's man with an uncomfortable expression.

"Don't be so tight, okay? After we suck their essence, we'll be able to recover the blow again anyway. And then we can go back to the abyss."

".... What was he? No matter how abysmal, it was really..... an unimaginable monster."

Nakhmun murmurs. It was then. Watching their conversation quietly aroused the body. It was an undeniable beast. If you want to climb with four feet, sometimes you stand with two feet, and on top of that there are countless sharp blades instead of feathers.

"It doesn't matter. I don't know who it is. K'Shatu, revenge when you go back."

"Yes, yes. Of course. But first, you better learn to speak before you get revenge. How long do you intend to keep talking like that? I'm ashamed of being a nobleman."

"…… Roxana. How dare you die?"

K'Shatu grumbles while lowering his stance. Roxana glances at Kchatu with a relaxing smile.

"I don't want to die, but do you think it's time for you to talk to me?"

"Enough. Now is not the time to fight each other."

Black Robe's man opened his mouth. Facing the sheer darkness, Roxana humps and turns her head as she farts. K'Shatu stares at the Black Robe's man with a sharply clenched eye.

"…… Mesha. This accompaniment, it won't take long. It will be over soon."

"I know. Ksatu. But now is the time for this company. We can't even soothe our wounds if we try to eat as much as those who don't live properly. An investigator..... would be a pretty good medicine."

K'Shatu turns his head without a word. Those who were once human and once inhabitants of the closed village..... were all sucked up and became like corpses. The process was simple. It was faster for them to find them than for them to entrust themselves to the Revolutionaries. Looking down at the inhabitants of the closed village who couldn't move a finger, K'Shatu looked at them and said he didn't understand.

"I don't understand. Humans. How come you're weak?"

"Not all humans are weak. Sometimes there are people who are as strong as those investigators."

"Man, are you born weak and become strong? Or, I was born strong, weak."

"Funny question."

Mesa smiled quietly.

"Let's think about it at the end of this fight. This place is too bright. Light makes you lose your wisdom. The answer is always in the dark."

"…… Mesha. I, K'Shatu, will remember this conversation."

K'Shatu nods. It was then. Roxana opened her mouth.

"I'm here."

It was the moment when it was over.

The glow of a giant white salt cuts through the darkness, announcing the beginning of the fight.

§

"Why are these looking for us?"

Kizzle frowned. Mushrooms are so blatant that anyone wants to see them. What the hell for? I just don't like the investigators. Is that what they do?

Siraz opened his mouth.

"I want to eat."

"..... eat? Do you like us?"

"The seeds of the night, especially the nobles, tend to eat people. It's not just about eating meat. It's more like sucking the essence of that life. Many skilled people or great clans are even sweeter in essence."

"You're going fishing."

Kizzle laughs. I never imagined anyone throwing bait at me. He looked back at D'Madpo's moving magician and said,

"Tamby. If you want to make things worse, can you take us to the lighthouse?"

"Of course. That's all I do."

Tamby nods nicely. Van looked back and asked if he knew.

"Have you ever fought a nobleman?"

"…… I've never fought before, and I've never seen one. Once upon a time, the light in the lighthouse went out for a while. There was a guy who didn't miss the gap."

"How was it? Strong?"

"Strong. And different."

Anya added in a small voice.

"In other words, I don't have the confidence to express them."

I didn't honestly get a sense of strength, but I was able to get a sense of how they were different. Throughout the journey to the Cattle Dam, the group had to watch with their eyes the finned mushrooms or mold that had reached the ground, the trees and even the back of the raccoon. Moreover, the ground was dry as if it were a desert without moisture, and in some places the body was weeping hard without dying of a huge bitter bite cut in half.

The closer I got to the dam, the worse the anomaly became. The undead creatures were seen everywhere, and the fungus was like fur, and it seemed like it would reach them even sooner. Every time he did, Kizzle poured out the white salt I had. Such a naughty thing could not impress him more than annoyance.

But at the very least, it was different when half the steps stopped.

"Did you feel something? Van?"

"About five hundred bo ahead."

Van said briefly. I have not yet rethought its length for strength, but there was no one who could follow half of it, at least in the sense of 'feeling'. Is it because I've lived my whole life caring about every little change in the sword? Van could quite easily detect the presence of the enemy even in the flow of air, smell, and humidity.

"Four…… I think there's some kind of ambiguity. I feel the presence of ordinary people."

"... that's it. Now you see. What's the direction?"

Van lifted his finger without saying a word. Kizzle did not doubt Van's judgment. I knew he wasn't just that level of examination.

"All right, then we'll take the player."

The next moment was a huge white-salt storm that Kizzle blew out of his fist, swallowing all kinds of spores, corpses, and dry branches. The distance of five hundred Bo was not a problem for Kizzle. In the first place, he was more specialized in street fighting.

'That's a tremendous force.'

Van had no choice but to rely on the power possessed by the Three White Salts. Even though Dane and Anya felt it when they used it, White Flame gave them too much strength for their efforts.

Even the Early Family, who had the power of Heavenly Father since birth, could not harness that power properly without sufficient training. But just spilling white salt is enough. How many of them I'm proud to be a good warrior can strike right in front of that White Flame?

'.... I don't think so when I'm thinking about this.'

Van held the glass in his hand. Kizzle's whites stretched so frankly. Though he was quick to stretch out, he did not seem to be the one who was so discouraged by the other.

There was no greeting. Spores of thread poured down at them like waterfalls, and the cleavage of the ground swallowed them up. And.......

".......!"

Gather the chaff! Before you even chase it with your eyes, your hands react. Van throws out all the myriad screenings that were poured on me.

"Screening?" No, no. Unlike that, …… '

Van's body turned and naturally chased after the man whose eyes attacked me. A tiger or a leopard. I can see a blade beast with a shape that I don't know. The beast opened his mouth.

"…… have you stopped it. Humans."

"I stopped it. You're having a good time. Hmm... Cheetah?"

"This body is Ksatu."

"... I don't mean to make a full statement."

Van smiles and poses, revealing four nobles one after the other. Concerns were not lengthened. Van realizes that it's up to him to take care of this Kchatu. If you're a physical force opponent, Van is probably the most imaginative.

"Welcome. Rental of the lighthouse. And farewell. You must be our food here."

"..... I can't believe there are four nobles on this side. What's going on? Did you get pushed into a realm fight?"

"There is no time for dessert."

Mesa said coldly.

"When you see God dead, tell them the day is far from over."

"Anyway, the nobles of the night are the problem."

Kizzle growls.

"I don't have a pretty face."

"Oh, my God, am I?"

"I don't like fungus women."

"Go, mold?"

"You don't want a conversation? All right. I'll keep you from opening your mouth for the rest of your life."

Kizl and Anya emit white salt, as promised. The forest that was locked in darkness began to brighten as if the day had come at once. And it was that moment. K'Shatu's body shoots at Van. And the glass was gloomy.

Sirling, and instead of the sound of the blade hitting, something like a bell rang. Ksatu looks back half-heartedly. It must have touched something, but I didn't feel like I hit it right. K'Shatu murmured.

"Strange."

"Well, in my eyes, you guys are even more."

"K'Shatu, rip and cut everything. But I can't touch your sword."

"I touched it."

Van was talking.

"But I couldn't tear it, cut it, or cut it."

That's why I spilled it. Van felt a strange confidence to be with him. After such a journey, there was not much time to reflect on his skills properly. But now that I'm facing K'Shatu with a blade like this, I think so.

Maybe now, he's a lot stronger than he thought.

How dare you touch a bunch of innocent people?

"K'Shatu. Strong. Are you strong?"

"Is it strong......"

Van pondered for a moment. Thinking about it from an absolute standard, he may be strong. But this absolute criterion is also, in a way, the criterion of the culprit, and given that..... he felt he lacked something to classify himself as strong.

— Pull me out. I'll give you strength, Van! Tear that shit apart right now!

'Quiet, Kissin.'

Van dardogged Kishin and listened to the glass. The power of Kishin was not to be seen in front of the people of the lighthouse. Needless to say, especially in front of Shiraz. I couldn't even pull Lopo's sword. Now he thought he would escape the construction flow without leaning on Lopo. Then it might be better to hold the sword of familiar glass.

'Most importantly, the Sword of Time and Time is a bad match.'

Van looks at the blades around Ksatu's body. If only the number of blades were to be counted, there would be more. Then, it might be better to pierce through all those blades with just one knife.

Secondary Slash. Jenson's Slash. Five swords he raised, no, six. Scorpion Sword. Storm Sword. And the tens of thousands of swords that he had read and learned so far flowed through his consciousness.

'.... Half of the Five Swords.'

Returns the old title. With so many swords in his hand, he was called only five and a half. What a shameful past this is. He who is loved by the sword of the sword can only handle five swords.

You must spread a sword that is not bound by any sword. Half lowered and grabbed the glass.

K'Shatu rushes with a roar. Hundreds of blades on his body stood still as if they were about to tear him apart. But I'm not afraid. Each one of those blades had no idea..... no life, no doctrine.

"It's light."

Put the knife up. Pull it down. Pull it down. Funny thing. After standing in front of the light, Van learns how hard my sword is. And how hard my arm was holding that knife.

K'Shatu's weight touches.

This beast is lighter than the knife he holds.