Sword Whisperer

It was possible to change the shape of the body as desired. So Van's hand had to be rougher. There is no need to explain how wretched the corpse of K'Shatu was because there was no greater piece than Van's head.

K'Shatu's mouth is slashed.

"Why, lost. Kchatu."

"......."

"K'Shatu, I learned. Loading weight on one knife. K'Shatu, I knew you'd wield. It was the same pose. But why."

"If the sword had been completed in one pose, the world would have been hard to find fragments or traces long ago."

I didn't know where to look. Should I see his eyes cut off? Should I see your mouth? Or should I look at that glance? Van just chose not to stare at him. I couldn't live with all the footprints I had left. K'Shatu's corpse was now in its footsteps.

"Ksatu, are you weak...?"

It was a strange question for Kshatu. When he realized his own weakness, he always evolved one step further. I took off leather that was tainted by weakness and put on a stiff, new outfit. It must have been one of those days.

What made this difference?

"There is a limit to the strength of stealing."

It may be vague for half of them to steal memories. But Van was proud of what he said. He remained faithful to the memory of all the swords he had held. I was not satisfied with merely copying that posture.

He recounted their lives, indulged, and finally moved on.

Therefore, his blade was not shaken at any moment. It wasn't cheap swordsmanship that made the memory look like someone else. Numerous pieces of the sword were very sophisticated in half the world, becoming, above all, an intact and dazzling sack of knives.

"Your blade was shattered before it touched mine."

"Humans, names, what..."

"Van."

That's it. Van stopped talking. I didn't want to talk to the Night Clan. K'Shatu said something behind his back, but ignored it.

'.... Kizzle and Anya don't seem too busy.'

In the meantime, he had already split his flesh and become bloody. I had a tricky fight. The opponent's method of combat that absorbs moisture instantly doesn't make him feel like he has to fight as a spearheader.

"Can I help you, Wang?"

"No, I don't mind!"

The circle replied with a heavy bandage. He was an unimaginable opponent all his life. Just touching the bandage will dry the skin. The ground, which had already dried up a long time ago, seemed to be about to shave his neck with his blood, but he was so sad that he could not grasp his feet.

'Were you trapped in a well and discussing the world?'

Van has already finished my opponent. I don't know how strong he must have been, but at least he's no better than this bandage monster.

'Guardian's place is a bitch.'

I had no choice but to admit that I was a punk before honor. Who are you defending with this power? I'm just trying to fight one of the Night Nobles.

So I couldn't get half the help anymore. I had to prove that he had enough power for one person. Even if the skin is split and rotten, it becomes visible.

However, I thought a little differently about the Nazi question against the sun.

'…… K'Shatu lost.'

He judged the situation quietly. Will there be a chance to continue the battle like this? I couldn't have done that. Of course, Roxana was a situation in which even the Mesa who believed was not particularly prevalent. If the hand of that swordsman who grabbed K'Shatu is increased....

The eyes of Nakbun and Roxana met. They were able to read each other's thoughts without speaking.

'I never thought the Surveyor would be so strong...'

I expected the Nahar family to be strong. However, it was out of the question that even other military members would have this level of skill. Nakhmun looks at Hilgum Van. At first glance, his body was loosened so loosely that he wanted to go through the gap, but even more so, he couldn't help himself. This kind of combat made it hard to get his skills right.

Nakbun sneaks one of his bandages into the ground. And they stretched the bandage from behind their battlefields to those who were half dead. Suck up all the rest of their life...

"Roxana, now!"

"Argh!"

The moisture sucked from the body of the Nakhon Gate became a strong steam storm, covering the battlefield. Fruit twitched in the pain of ripening flesh. Although he had not lived as a guardian, he had lived his whole life in optimism that one day I would become a guardian.

And the guardian he had imagined was not the one who stood back in front of this vapor.

"Grrrrrrrgh!"

Grab the spear. Twist it, throw it. Nakbun waves the bandage in a panic. Originally, after emitting this vapor, the opponent would always step back. I don't know what might be in the steam, but the heat the steam itself had was pretty threatening.

So he was completely defenseless against the piercing spear. In the first place, it was his plan to run away with this vapor.

I heard the bandage in a hurry, but the bandage was powerless compared to just now because I just exhausted steam with all my strength. The Fruit Spear tears the bandage and punctures the body of the Nagmun Gate. One hole became two, three, and ten in an instant. Nakbun couldn't even scream. There was already a window in his throat.

"…… That, freshly."

"It's over."

Creates a rotating force. The windowpane, which rotates fiercely in a spiral, is torn at the same time as bending the bandage of the Nazir Gate. The corpse that had already dried up a long time ago fell down hard and followed Roxana's screams, who had not escaped.

"Nak-mun!"

And that was also her last scream. Anya didn't miss Roxana's gaze. The White Flame of Anya swallowed up Roxana like a serpent with an open mouth. Without spreading the spore's shield, Roxana literally collapses like a dry straw.

And Mesha...

"..... Damn it, you ran away."

Kizzle frowned. While his vision was disturbed by the steam, Mesha pulled herself out like a ghost. No, maybe he was really a ghost. The only thing you can see is Rob's toes. He was close to a ghost.

"Ring."

"Phew, Phew... Brother. I won."

While this place was ripe, Huan laughed like a child. Half of the rings were roughly hunched with burnt hair.

"Don't overdo it. You fool."

"... I can't believe you said that."

Anya, who was watching them, shook her head. Van looks at Roxana and Nagmun's body. They were reaching out to each other while they were dead. Was there even a strange bond between them? Can you feel the seed of the night, the nobility of the night, or something like that?

Van looks back at K'Shatu's body. The fragmented K'Shatu can't even see the twirl anymore. Unlike what he thought would be just terrible and full of malice, he was out of his mind...... to put it bluntly, he had a pure feeling.

The attitude of looking only at strength is, in a way, not the same as that of a prosecutor.

'..... whether the essence of the examination is at night or just this guy.'

Van smiled bitterly with that thought.

But the bond with him didn't last long. On one side of the dam they were waiting for, there were corpses that were as dry as mira. Hearing the shrieks of the man who was guiding them, Van was forced to tear his lips again.

The night is, after all, incompatible with them.

…… If the test resembles them, it also means that the test is a parasite rooted in human society.

"Why, why, why, this only happens to us. Huh? Tell me. You can tell me!"

The man hugs and blushes the body of my dead friend. He cried for a long time and blew his eyes, but his tears did not show any dryness. I was busy going, but Van and the group did not rush the man. There was no one among them who could not even give the man who lost everything time to grieve.

So the man was relatively stable after a period of screaming. He lifts his empty eyes and looks at them. He mutters quietly.

"…… You said you needed the home of the Revolutionary Army."

"I can help you if you need more time to remember."

"It's okay."

"Is it okay if I don't take care of the body?"

"…… if possible, could you burn it with white salt?"

The man looked at my neighbor with a blurred eye.

"These are the people who have lived their entire lives in the dark. By the time you die, at least you want it to disappear in the bright light."

"... I see."

Anya rolls her feet. Then the white salt blooming like a flower around his feet slowly began to envelop their corpses. A man murmurs as he faces a burning white light.

"I'm sorry for being alone. I didn't know this was gonna happen. Really..... I was very little, but now I'm the only one talking like this. If you have something to say, save it. If you go to my death, I will listen to you."

"...... living in the realm of the night, but believing in the afterlife, God?"

Kizzle quietly asked. It was quite surprising that the man who lived at night believed in God. According to the Bible, he who entrusted himself at night could never tread the land of paradise. The man laughed.

"It's not your god I believe in. I believe in other gods. There is a God who tells us there will also be a place. God tells me you did a good job. I don't believe in a god like the pawnshop owner who's too busy to just put us on a scale, just to cover up the value of our lives."

"Ha, the ministers will be terrified to hear it."

"Fortunately, there is no pastor at night."

The man muttered autonomously. If you cannot hear preaching in a land without a minister, you will not be saved naturally. Maybe they're all dead because they don't have a minister. Abandoned by God..... and if the ministers are here, they will tell them again. For the sin of being forsaken by God, you will go back to hell.

A man opened his mouth. Hatred and despair for the world melted away.

"…… after accusing the better revolutionaries, will the world get better? Or worse?"

"Well, from the kingdom's point of view, I have no choice but to say that I will be more peaceful."

In Kizzle's words, a man shed a blank smile.

"Funny story. What I've felt in my life is that the people who say peace most often have weapons in their hands."

"Are you going to argue with me? I can give him time for silence, but I don't have time for him."

"…… The Revolutionary Army is in Pendel."

"Pendel? Pendel can't be........"

"Yes."

The man nods.

"The worst prison in the kingdom, Pendel Prison."

§

"Kchatu."

K'Shatu said. No, I thought he said. But it's been a long time since his mouth has been damaged and hardened. He realizes that only a dizzy beast has ever diminished in size. He twirls like a caterpillar, making a new little mouth and starting to eat hard pieces of my corpse.

He was slow. He ate, he crawled. But it was fast enough to see the body grow. After some time, K'Shatu had an eye. He looks around, and he hears something blurry under a burning piece of bandage.

"…… I forgive, I don't forgive, I don't forgive. Absolutely...!"

A small mushroom was there. Mushrooms that are swelling my body with multiple twigs, no, Roxana. K'Shatu slowly approaches the mushroom. And it was then. The eyes of the mushroom turned and faced K'Shatu's colourless body.

"You, you, K'Shatu, are you alive?"

"…… Kchatu."

"Well done. Hey, come here and help me. We need to spread the spores, but we don't have the strength right now. Please, huh? I can't die because I'm so angry. Nakhon Inquiry, and if you don't take my revenge..... huh? Now, wait a minute. Kchatu, what's wrong? You, no way..."

"Kchatu."

"Oh, no. K'Shatu. Please, please..."

K'Shatu's mouth opened. A sharp tooth bites the mushroom as it is. Roxana's screams echoed only in K'Shatu's throat. The Malatwisted bandage that wrapped around Roxana, whether by chance or not, clogged K'Shatu's throat, but K'Shatu swallowed Roxana with a bandage around my neck.

Power flowed in. It was a level of power that allowed me to recover from a blurred reason and a dwarfed body. K'Shatu stood up slowly on the ground. And I realized that I was seeing a human being with hands and feet.

"Kchatu……"

Between the fragmented memories, I remembered the image of a corpse. A man with a knife. I don't know his name. I don't even remember his face. But I definitely remember that the trajectory that his knife was drawing was so beautiful..... that I could only think of him.

"…… Kshatu, there is no knife."

K'Shatu mutters. And it was then. Not that a pile of blades were seen in his eyes. It was part of the blade leather he used to wrap around like an armor. K'Shatu slowly picks up one of those blades. The skin was cut open and black blood gushed out, but K'Shatu smiled.

"There you go, Carl."

K'Shatu swung his sword into the air, and soon he raised his head. It must be a knife, but in the trajectory he swung, he did not feel the beauty of what he remembered. K'Shatu was a long time ago and swung his sword again. Blood flowed out of my hands, but I didn't care.

But still his knife was humbling and naive. K'Shatu became depressed and sat in a furious position. And I thought, "How can I swing a knife like that?"

"…… ask. Methods."

To him. Where is he? I don't know. K'Shatu ended up raising his body. I have a goal.

I find my dad.