Sword Whisperer

'Well...' '

The mind is dreamy. No, I thought so, but the mind was fine and dreamy was the world.

The world was dreaming. As if drunk, or asleep, the winding lights wrapped in half. The earth is like a swamp, but it is like water. In the sky, beans with all kinds of fragrances are poured out like rain.

Again, it was a dreamy world. No wonder Van felt like I was dreaming. In a dreamy world, it was normal to have a dreamy spirit. That's why half of us haven't been dreaming yet, so we have to be more realistic.

"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

Normally speaking, the voice grew. Half looked at my hand slowly or quickly. The hallucinogens in his hands sometimes looked like branches and sometimes like hammers.

'Senior Glass.'

"…… Wake up, Van."

Glass said in a tough voice. And at that moment, half had to be a little surprised. The voice of the glass was heard in a very physical voice, rather than being passed on as usual.

"Can you tell?"

"That's it, yes."

The voice was cut off from time to time. Rather than stuttering her words, she paused for a very short time while she was talking and then felt compelled to flow again. Van grips the glass and looks around.

"Mountain."

No, the desert. Or glacier. Every time he took a step, the landscape turned like a whimper. When Van didn't keep his eyes around, his world turned white like blank paper.

'It's like holding a knife and dreaming.'

Of course, the landscape hasn't changed so much. Sometimes Van stood beside the stars, beyond the sky, and upside down on a giant white-bellied whale's boat in the depths of the sea. And after that, what he encountered was Citadel's Plutocracy.

"......."

Van habitually grabs the glass. But soon I realized that the feeling of being wrapped in his hand was different from what he had expected. Turning his head, a woman with black hair stretched out beside him looked at me with a trembling expression.

"Senior?"

"... It's amazing that it's Sam."

The glass murmurs with a sobbing voice. In Van's dream, the situation itself was different from what he was talking about in his mind. The world was so unrealistic now, but it was nevertheless real. Her flesh was real.

Glass raised its hand. One day, she had a hallucinogeny in her hand that she always carried.

"…… Suck!"

Glass swung the knife. It's been a long time since I grabbed her, but her body has moved skillfully, as though she had never laid a sword. The rainbow that was floating in the sky, the clouds, began to move her knives at once. Van whistled.

"You haven't rusted yet?"

"Yeah. It wasn't always like this."

This Sam certainly seems to have wiped out even their limits. What would be so difficult to break the boundaries if you could make a knife-breaker as a person?

Van raised his hand. He had a knife in his hand. The knife was the hallucination of glass, Lucas' shortsword, Lopo's bamboo sword, and Willen's attitude. But at the end of it, the knife became a 'knife' without any distinctiveness. 'Protection that Eugene made me think that one day, I would be able to carry all Van's knives.'

Half of them grabbed the protection. and slashed towards "Pluto."

Quarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr It was literally a thunder. But if there was anything different from thunder, clouds and clouds were not hits, but swords and worlds.

Van was not satisfied enough to cut through the world. I didn't want to put a knife in the air. He wanted to tear the whole world apart. And, to some extent, the wind could have been achieved.

The world is torn. The wind is flowing, and the air is gone, and even the light and colors that remain in the air begin to tear apart. It was too short to reach Pluto, but nevertheless, the sword 'cut off the world.'

"......."

It was the first time I felt my hands against the weight of the world with a knife. Van seemed to know what it was like to run the world.

"Awesome."

Van mutters.

"Really, it's amazing."

"…… Van, I'm sorry to be touched."

Glass said with a slightly cooler expression. Her eyes blossomed on Van's butt.

"..... you got a tail?"

It was a raccoon tail, by the way.

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The tail started. Van regained consciousness and had to watch his legs turn into trees, rooting on the ground, and his hands turned into rakes, so he never held the sword. Without consciousness of his identity as a human being, his body began to crumble in an instant. Like there's no law in this world that will protect you as a human being.

— Van. You're Van. You are half. Son of Suya, born of man, half. Guardian of Sunwoo.

Looking at the sky, Van naturally heard that voice. The Queen's help was like this. I wanted to know how much those words meant, but maybe when I forgot myself, I couldn't help him as much as that voice.

"Do the Seeds of the Night live like this?"

"In a way, it would be similar. They often change form, too."

"… but I don't think you've changed your body."

Van looks at the glass with a strange expression. As he said, the glass has barely changed in the meantime. Glass shrugs.

"I've always lived with a knife. Even in that situation, I felt like a human being and tried to save my life, so it's no different from you."

"That makes sense."

"Isn't that fun? The more you live as a human being, the easier it is to forget to live as a human being. You don't know the most human, which means you're human."

"... It's easy to be human without effort. I remember taking philosophy classes at the academy. I think that would be a good discussion."

Van giggles. Kick-kick. In the meantime, his back of hand rises like a lizard for a moment, then returns to human slaughter terribly before his eyes touch him.

'It's annoying.'

Maintaining your identity as a human being was not usually a tricky task. If you ask me to focus on one thing, it won't be that hard, but I can't believe I have to lose my identity as a human being by shedding my nerves on the sword.

Do you really have to protect your identity as a human being? 'There were times when such thoughts came to mind. Of course, I came to my senses with a horrible feeling. Nevertheless, being obsessed with humanity sometimes felt like a useless stubbornness.

So at that time, half looked at the glass. She was quite pleasant in the flesh after a long time.

"Now that I'm out of this fountain, I'm going to lose my knife."

"But you'll get a colleague."

"Will you come with me?"

"…… so be it. You were naturally thinking about walking around with you?"

Glass smiled. Even though it was a relationship between Carl and the prosecutor, they spent more time together than they thought. The bonds built between them were never lacking compared to their close family.

"But what am I supposed to do? Junior is wandering around trying to change the world, pretending he doesn't know about you, and maybe he'll help you."

"…… I want you to be happy."

"I will. When you're done with your work, you have to travel and live. Without a knife, in peace. Maybe it's okay to set up a tea house. That's a fashionable thing in the capital these days? I like cars, too."

Glass smiles. When I look at her grown-up smile somewhere, Van always feels her heart pounding somewhere. While talking about happiness, it may be because the notion that it will not come, is buried in that smile.

"…… you can do it, can you, us?"

Van smiles. Not intended, but his smile resembles the smile of glass. Glass put her eyes on Van's mouth for a while, and soon she smiled again.

"You'll see it someday."

"It's good to be positive."

"…… I'm not always positive either. Actually, I've been a little depressed lately."

"Was it because I didn't have a body……?"

"No, it doesn't seem to help."

The glass turns its head with a shriveled expression. I wasn't talking about looking in the eye of Chama Van.

"That's right. Kishin empowers you, and Roppo's Black..... certainly has something beyond strength. And Willen is an overwhelmingly stronger person than I am. But compared to that, all I have is a 'spill'..... and now I'm behind you. Actually, you know that, too, right?"

Glass laughed.

"There's no reason for you to carry me."

"…… don't talk like that. Please. Please."

Van looks a little distressed. The glass shakes its head.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. That's true. What should I do? And now I can be a person. If you're human, then..... then it could help you with a different feeling."

"I've never been able to collapse because of you."

Van looks at the glass with a serious expression.

"I'm grateful. Really. Sincerely."

"... Hmmm, that's strange."

Glass coughs and smiles coldly. She stood up robbing and grabbed the knife.

"Let's practice. You have to beat your poor boss, don't you?"

"No, why can't you do it?"

"Not me, there's another senior."

"…… Ah, you mean the Guardian."

Van stood up with a shriveled expression. His hands were protected as ever. Instead of pointing a knife at each other, they started cutting through the air, no, the world. The world here was certainly clumsy compared to the real world. And as much as that, cutting the world off was relatively easy.

This is not a world that is expressed only in senses and languages. What was beyond the senses, what was not made up of language, was the most primitive thing that made up this world. And as much as that, their black senses sometimes transcended their senses and linguistic logic, leading them to more transcendent stages.

And at the end of it, Van's knife was qualitatively different from the one before it entered the gland.

A stunt that ran like a leopard bites the cliff of Pluto. The strike was sometimes like a giant's fist, sometimes like a bee's sting. Even within the Nahar family, the power of White Flame is called after Gaju Dane. Even Dane's White Flame might not be able to keep up with Van's stunning power. Even though it is the power of the world that escapes the law, Van's spirit has become stronger than ever.

Nevertheless, Pluto did not collapse so easily. No, the child's house in this world didn't collapse easily. No matter how sharp or violent the sword was, they somehow repaired the wall and told Van not to dream too much.

The more he did, the more Van burned his will. His blade becomes sharper, and his eyes find a cleverer cleavage in Pluto.

And one day.

'Found it.'

Van's eyes glowed. The nerves of the whole body stood up and sat down to implement the most ideal and perfect slash he could draw.

The strikes were like galaxies. It was beautiful, it had a lot of light, and..... it seemed so mysterious that it was scary.

When the galaxy struck Pluto, nothing seemed to have happened there at that moment. Pluto was neither beige nor punctured nor crushed.

But, it's gone.

It was a moment of triumph. Van looked back at the glass with a cheerful smile on his mouth. But Glass didn't laugh. I couldn't smile.

Pluto wasn't the only thing the Milky Way swallowed.

I didn't see half.