Sword Whisperer

'I'm glad to hear this.'

Van laughs at the stone in my hand. It felt like there was more than one big spike. But if it was Gobi, it was Gobi. This wasn't just plain rocks. It was a stone that could fly at any moment of the day, and it flew hidden as if it were natural.

Van sat down and waited quietly for the angel. I didn't hear his voice, but I knew he would show up soon.

"You're off the hook."

The voice was heard from above. Van looks up at the wall of the prison. And the angel looked down at Van.

"It's a great cover. '

Above all, reading Van's boundaries was remarkable. If he had only come one step closer, he would not have been able to avoid half his senses. Van looked into the eyes of the celestial spirit. A pupil in the shape of a target looks down on half with emotion.

"How am I supposed to walk at the end of this?"

"Your boundaries are too vague."

The angel slowly descends from the wall. In the meantime, he walks over that thin line, as if he were entering the boundary of Van. The words of the Holy Spirit were followed.

"And it's rough. I'd love to read your opponent, but if you read what you want to read, what does that mean?"

"…… I remember that I had never lost a fight before."

"If they're middle-aged, they might not read. Yeah, do you want to stay as a midterm? Then you can hit him."

Heavenly Spirit said cynically. I didn't have anything to say. Van slowly watches the feet of the celestial spirit move.

'Even with a knife.'

"If there had been a knife, the story would have been different. Do you want to talk?"

"I didn't know reading was so special."

"Obviously. It's more foolish to expect a house full of two eyes not to be read."

"What kind of house are you talking about?"

"You know better."

The Heavenly Spirit's Diaphragm has begun to turn around threateningly. Apparently, there is a plain rope and stone blindness, but it can be a weapon more terrifying than a spear, depending on whose hand it goes into.

A stone blink shoots. Van hasn't moved. I knew that stone wouldn't hurt me. The angel twists his tail.

"Yes. Now you can read."

"I have no choice but to distinguish between attack and non-attack."

"Then at first, why did you get stoned so much?"

"…… because you didn't adapt?"

"So, against all enemies, do you intend to be beaten with an excuse for not being adapted?"

"What do you want to say?"

"I heard about it roughly. He's very proud of his life as a prosecutor. There's one thing they have in common."

Heavenly Spirit said coldly.

"If you take the sword, it will fall."

It was the next moment. The sling of the celestial spirit raised dozens of stones in succession to the sky. Van knew that stone was going to rain on me soon. But there was no escape. If you have a wooden stick in your hand, you can try something, but with your bare hands......

Ta-da-da-da-da!

Concerns were not lengthened. The stones that went up to heaven were struck again by a stone fired by the Holy Spirit and bounced off to another place. Van looks at the celestial spirit with a cold sweat. He said that he did not expect it.

"Look, you can't do anything."

"…… I don't have a swordsman, but it's natural to be powerless."

"If there is no sword, is it you who is strong? Or a sword?"

Van kept his mouth shut again. Van felt helpless just because he didn't have a knife. In some ways, the question of the Spirit was reasonable. The power you can only have by holding a knife is really the power.

"It's meaningless to meet a man with a sword in his hand."

"What do you want from me?"

"It's you, not me."

Heavenly Spirit rebelled.

"Didn't you ask me to learn to be strong?"

"But what strength you speak, as I am, only sounds vague."

"Simple."

Heavenly Spirit replied briefly.

"Even when the sword is not drawn, it must not be weakened."

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The words of the Holy Spirit gave Van several resonances. The sword must not be weakened because it has not been drawn. The contradictory words, ironically, reminded Lopo.

Lopo was exactly what he said. He only became stronger by releasing the knife. And Van wanted to follow Lopo like that, so he wanted to understand, and he grabbed the hammer, and he grabbed the axe. Nevertheless, Van still knew that he could not reach Lopo. It was not simply a matter of knife speed, sophistication and sharpness.

'.... Just as the Beast of the Blade was light, so would I.'

K'Shatu depended on the blade leather on my body. Thanks to its power that no one can dare to approach, K'Shatu did not understand what it was like to fight 'carefully'.

In a way, Van also ended up like Kchatu. He was so strong, he grew up so fast. And the landscape that he could not look so deeply into could not be seen.

Above all, half as a person…… is still lacking compared to half as a prosecutor.

Van grabbed his fist halfway, and imagined a knife in my hand. And a few times, he swung his hypothetical knife against the air.

'Every prayer I had, every history I had, was built only through the sword.'

You can't hear voices from empty hands. His hand, which was always holding the knife, could not exert any force when it was empty. Because it was that hand.

Van stretches his fist against a wooden doll. I learned basic fighting, but it was really basic. His fist strength was nothing compared to his sword strength.

'Once we get out of the eyes of the celestial spirit.'

No matter how thick the wall, it could not stand in the way of the eyes of the Holy Spirit. In other words, no matter who was by Van's side, Van couldn't do anything stupid. For the same reason, Van could not find Siraz, who would be submerged somewhere.

'.... Ubou has a favor for me, but I still don't know how much that favor will affect my colleagues.'

Anya asked me not to leave her behind again, but honestly, all I could think about was leaving her behind in this situation. Of course it is possible to run away together, but if you do so.....

'Maybe it's your last chance. You can't miss the Karlsmori Library like this.'

In conclusion, the best Van could take was to make them all safe and then he left for the Karlsmori Library.

And all he could do right now was be strong.

Do I have to say that this is getting stronger? '

Van slowly squirms his palms and spreads out. How much power there is in his hand, how the nerves move until they give him strength, how the touch of air touches his fingers, and all those sickly things float and sink on his consciousness.

In fact, it was more about realizing my power than it was about getting stronger. If Van is a knife, he's already done enough hammering. He was firm and well centered. All that's left is to set that day up.

"Meditate."

It was Anya's word.

"When I was meditating for a long time, I thought I had a pretty good understanding of white salt. But if you look back now, the truth is, I still don't really understand what a white salt is."

"… but my power is not white salt."

"Then what?"

Then what did he say? Van couldn't find an answer.

So he was forced to meditate whenever there was a gap. The words of Anya and the words of the Holy Spirit were also correct. He didn't really know what his power was. Swinging a knife, I thought it was a bad test now, but the opposite was true.

It was he who swung, not the prosecutor, but the knife.

Jenson.

The slash presented by his teacher was so perfect. So many years later, even now, half of the time, when I cut down, I think of Jenson.

Auburn.

The five stabbings were now so slow and incomplete that they were difficult to compare with half the stabbings. Nevertheless, there is no need to deny that half the time was spent stabbing and five times more. Five stabbings was my life, and everything. So, Van still owed Orban a stab.

"Shade."

Side's Scorpion Sword formed the basis of a half-speaking binocularity. In a way, Van's binocularity was nothing unusual, even if it was rooted in Shaid's land.

'Glass Senior.......'

Glass spills were the most characteristic part of Van's sword. It was Van's basic tactic to shed any sword and dig into the gaps it created. Perhaps because he had the best swords of his childhood, Half of the time he was in transition gained skills to become a glass-like swordsman.

Lucas told me what his talent was. '

When even the basic concepts of knives did not form, Lucas's shortsword told Van how his talents could change his examination. There were countless talented prosecutors' swords held since Lucas, but the first thing Van remembers when he speaks of talent was Lucas' world.

'Lopo...'

Not to mention the case of Lopo. His knife completed half. No, I thought I'd done it. But only now did Van realize.

'Where's my black in there?'

I brought everyone's sword. And I made it all his. But unconsciously, Van thought it wasn't his sword. Compared to what they had poured, half paid so little. Added so short a thought and deliberation. Perhaps it was inevitable that anyone who listened to Carl's voice would have to do so, but what he wanted to be was a prosecutor, not a guardian.

He had to find himself. If I didn't have one, I had to build one. Van got up from his seat, acting as if he was really holding the knife. His invisible sword was sometimes so sloppy, sometimes so beautiful. But neither of them, Van, could find himself.

I had to hold. I had to meet. A passion close to obsession prompted half a step. At the boundary of consciousness and unconsciousness, Van looked around for my power, looking for what he had never seen before. At the end of those half-hands, sometimes the visions seemed to be really grasped and I repeated them to disappear.

'.... Are you already peeking at the land of the unsaponified?'

The Heavenly Spirit watched the class quietly. It was a time when clumsy instruction would only be disturbed. While the sun was rising, setting, and rising again, half fell into the exploration of self without touching a sip of water.

And that's how the third sun rises.

"......."

Van looked like he was about to collapse with a corpse. As he watched the class, he turned his dialyzer. Just turning the dialyzer makes the sound of air tearing. Even with a shield, the power to tear the other person apart with a shield is contained within the stone.

And that stone shot at Van was a real moment.

It was a stone that was hard to even chase. The stone that flew over Van's neck seemed to send Van to that world in no time. But it was the next moment. Van's hand was like a piece of cloth.

The Stone of Heaven loses its power and spills like a feather.

"...... Your pranks are evil. Heavenly Spirit."

Van said in a powerless voice. Over the uneasy eyes of the celestial spirit, a twitch emerged.

The man who was Carl finally became a real prosecutor.