Sword Whisperer

It tickles. It tickles. It's pouring, it's rising, it's falling.

'--the--the--the--the--the. "

A voice that is not substituted by language flows out of his mouth. At that instant, he opened his eyes, astonished at his voice, and soon realized that he had no eyes. He was stung. He didn't need snow.

Reason collapses. No, it blurs. Thought he shouldn't, he soon wondered why he needed reason. And it was a time when I felt meaningless even to get the answer.

— Van, Sun Woo Van!

"Ah."

I heard a voice from heaven. It was a voice I had to hear even if I didn't have ears. That's how Van woke up. And I felt my body. I found his body without flesh and bones. It's just the slash itself.

The first thing that happened was the snow. Whenever an eye suddenly popped into the air stabbed my missing body, there was a heart, blood vessels, muscle, and flesh. Finally, after making his feet, Van breathed hard. It was the body that I had until just now, and it was so hard and hard to recall it.

"Van!"

Glass rushed and looked at Van. Fortunately, there seemed to be no big problem. Van laughed powerlessly.

"Senior……"

"Are you okay? You just..... literally disappeared. Like it doesn't exist in the world."

"It's …… harder than I thought…. It means staying human."

If it wasn't for the Queen's voice, she might have really lost her identity as a human being. Consciousness is so simple that when I focus on one thing, I miss all the others.

It was a moment when I could feel the skin of why Kishin had become a knife. Glass did not hide her worrying heart.

"Take a break. It was too much. The next time we do this..... we may not really be able to come back."

I would have insisted it was okay, but now I don't have the courage to say no. The moment when he completely lost himself as a human being, how the hell did he want to do that? His identity as a human being could be abandoned in an instant, even if he took one wrong step.

The two sat in front of one of the lakeshores. Inside the lake was a universe. Each galaxy soaked its feet one by one, and Van and Glass quietly watched the landscape.

"...... beautiful."

Van said. Glass looked at him with a playful look, but did not tease him again. No matter how man-looking he is, his own innocence is about one or two. And Glass knew for a long time that the Peninsula was no exception.

Glass lifts one foot. Between her toes, shining with ivory, the stars pour down like a meteor shower. She looked at the stars as if they were hollow and said,

"What if the world had done this? There is no distinction between night and day, there is nothing to be afraid of, and if so……"

"But it wouldn't be easy to stay human. Look."

Van reaches out with his glass hair. But the moment the hand touches glass's hair, it disappears inside instead of grasping it. There seemed to be a universe on the head of glass instead of the hair.

"I'm already a senior, bald man."

"What baldness!"

Glass throws out Van's hand. Her hair, which had melted in the dark, began to rise again. It was really the same name as Sam. Lost Sam. Those who came into this fountain were as lost as the fountain, and it was good to be Mia. Mia forgot who she was.

Even so, it was undeniable that this spring had its own beauty. Where can I experience dipping my feet in the Milky Way?

Van pushes one of the galaxies to his feet. The Milky Way, which hit another Milky Way, was about to explode, but soon it became a larger Milky Way. Van's eyes blink to the shape of the Milky Way. He opened his mouth.

"What changes the world? Senior."

"I can't talk because I've never changed it."

"Isn't this changing the world now?"

Van swung his knife to the side of the lake. Then, as the universe was spinning, a lake with their feet was filled with the image of Sitadel. Looking down at Citadel's plutocracy, which rises with clouds, Van mutters.

"Come here, you were too low."

"In that castle, the direction of all things in the world is determined. In that way, to change the world..... it might be the quickest way to become the owner of that castle."

"Do you mean sit on the throne?"

"Of course, it would be impossible for you to shed more blood than the Revolutionaries have shed."

"There was a time when I didn't care about the blood on the knife."

There were no civilians among them, as he said. They thought they didn't have to blame themselves for carrying a weapon. The opponent also attacked him in the end.

However, no matter what kind of mind you have, the weight of blood on the knife has not been lightened so comfortably. Van looks down at the landscape of Citadel. The people with their dead faces were staring up at him. Their skull-like hands stretched out to half.

"I knew it wouldn't happen too late."

"You think too much."

"Do you think there's anything bad?"

"Your enemies won't give you time to think. But that thought will eventually hold your ankle. I'd be glad if you died..... but what if your surroundings died?"

"You're making me have nothing to say."

"There's one reason everything in that castle is set. Because the people in that castle are the strongest in the world. Van, what you have to do is simple. They become so strong that they can't fight, and then they memorize magic spells. End of the fight! 'I want to.'

"Can that be done simply by being strong?"

"There are many things in the world that are not solved by force alone. And what we need to solve that is a stronger force. Van."

Glass laughed.

"Stand up."

The lake dries. No, it comes to mind. Citadel's plutocracy, which had just been under the lake, grew in size and rose up in front of them. And the faces of the mountain invoices surrounding Pluto turned towards them one by one.

Van grabs the protection. And with his skills, he poured out many stunts that he could not even dream of. Their bodies are cut off and their blood flows through the cliffs of Pluto. The closer the world got to hell, the more often Van seemed to forget my identity as a human being.

His blade is sometimes loaded with seizing emotions, sometimes with tears, sometimes with concepts. Whenever it was swung, the slash did not become sharper and more powerful. Sometimes the slash was surprisingly powerless. Sometimes he felt my arm disappear before wielding it.

His body was as gloomy as a candle before it went out. His appearance sometimes disappeared, and he had been invisible for a very long time. Every time, the Queen's voice helped him regain his self, but it was nevertheless half the darkness that he felt every time he wielded the sword.

Humans are inevitably weak. They are born with the inevitable weakness in my heart. Without abandoning humanity, gaining the strength to confront all of this... I feel so much like an agent right now.

Pluto fell several times before Van's blade. But Van realized that wasn't enough.

It should not simply end to the extent that it can ring Pluto. No matter who came out of Pluto, I had to have the power to confront Chama. Lucas, Wu Liung, no spirit, and no ball. An opportunity to put an end to all the fighting in the world, to end this absurd confrontation that is hurting his family and friends, and finally to bring peace.

At some point, the ball stood in front of Van. He said.

"It's pointless. Even if you can control the world, you can't control the mind. The stronger you get, the more you will find that you will never be as hateful as everyone in the world has ever been."

"…… but I'll still be able to bear it.

"It's meaningless."

Van's blade flashed. But at the next moment, the ball's blade bounced in half, causing the ground to roll a few times. His limbs were broken, and the foam boiled in his mouth. Even though he pulled his mind and recovered a few times, he was stuck in a pile of rocks again the next moment.

"Van!"

"…… howl."

Van's eyes are sometimes torn like animals. Whenever he felt his own weakness, Van instinctively followed its characteristics from every life he wished to be strong, from every object and strengthened his body.

It was foolish and mean weakness. Van realised how far my floor could be lowered. He sometimes borrowed the body of a giant, sometimes out of the human body itself. But the more I did, the more I was forced to realize that my strongest moment was when I was wearing this weak human body.

"Stand up."

Glass stares down half. Half of them had just fallen to the ball once again. In his mind, how horrible the ball was, his sword could not touch the tip of the ball properly at any moment.

"…… I don't know. Senior, my strength is not enough."

"......."

Don't say anything weak, I couldn't say... Van grabs hold of me. To exceed my limits, I have a broken and torn body and stand up again a few times. I didn't bend to the pain of burning my brain.

Nevertheless, reality was a reality. His blade was still so far away, compared to the horizon that Van wanted to reach. His arms and legs were still too short to climb this harsh wall.

…… someone has to reach out.

Glass bites the lips. Compared to Van, she was nothing. In the first place, Carl's voice didn't classify her as a five-star. She was just a demand-level examination at the Citadel Academy. On the broad stage of the world, her power was still marginal.

So, the glass reached out.

"Stand up."

"…… Senior."

"One last time, stand up."

Van swallowed a sigh. He reached out. Glass's fingers were entangled in half the fingers. And it was that moment. Van's face was wet with panic. He cries out in a stiff voice.

"Senior, what are you doing!"

The tenderness of your fingers never ceases to fade for long. His hand held only a single knife. It was a familiar hallucination. Glass said. Still, his voice sounded like it was ringing in his ear.

"As a prosecutor, I can't help you anymore. The only way you can help you..... is now or only when it's a knife."

"Even so, this is..... a chance to be human again!"

"Van. I told you. You have too much on your mind."

The hand holding the glass moved. It was not Van's will. Glass herself was pulling up Van's hand. The sharp tip of the blade reaches up to the ball, staring halfway up. His body, backed by lighthouses, plutonium, night and day, looked like a giant.

"Stand up. Van."

Glass cried out.

"Stand up!"