Sword Whisperer

The glass leads in half. It was half human, half knife-shaped glass, but now it's half knife-shaped and the test is glass.

'No, Senior.'

A screaming voice hovers in my mouth. I can't say exactly when it started, but Van already knew that the glass was starting to depress quite a bit. It was forced to do so. Glass was once the strongest and most helpful knife in half, but the situation reversed over time.

It has been a long time since the spill of glass has already been half everything. If Van hadn't rather relied on the glass, if she hadn't put a great weight on her sword, so if she had accepted the sword a little less, the glass might still have been used. But Van overrespected the glass, loved it, loved it. She was his teacher, a senior and a family.

And as a result, Glass gave her everything she had. The half-blade became the ideal way for the glass to draw, or to draw a spill that went beyond that. And like all seniors, seniors are always the most humble when they are overtaken by their juniors.

He took everything, and he was humiliated. And that senior, at least, is now trying to give my junior a chance. I give up bloodshed and try to contain my soul on a cold day. Van couldn't handle it.

"…… this is not possible. Senior."

"Why not?"

"I'm trying to change the world to make this go away. To create a world where there's no such thing as absurd sacrifices, and that's why I put up a knife. By the way, stand up at the expense of your elder?"

In front of Van's eyes, the basement in Pendel was being painted. No, it wasn't actually just happening in Van's eyes. The ground on which the ball stood twitched and turned to the rough floor of the basement. Behind the ball, a huge tree was growing, rooted in Nahar's corpse.

To cut down the tree that is parasitic to man, and to cut down the world that is parasitic to man, the prosecutor lifted up a sword made of man. The more I squeezed the pus in this world, the more I felt half the pus on my arm.

"It's not a sacrifice. I've always been a knife. How can you say a knife is a sacrifice if it's left with a knife?"

"…… you can be human. Senior."

Van looked at the glass. No, I looked at the crust of glass. I know. She's not glass. The ideas that Glass has left in this world, that Han, somehow came to life with will, are shattered.

But it didn't matter. Whether she was a cuckoo or a human, the important thing was that she kept half the side. And Van wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to be able to do everything she wanted. And being trapped by a knife, I knew it would be impossible.

"I don't want to make you unhappy."

"Yes? Then your job is simple."

Glass said again.

"Stand up."

The silent voice was filled with more radiant conviction than ever before.

"And Bear!"

Van bites his lips and takes a position. I've never felt so heavy with a knife. I didn't even know that one man weighed so much. The ball looked at Van. He is still strong. I still don't think I can fight.

Still, we have to cut.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Van twists the knife. The moment I grabbed the glass, all the flow of the world began to twist and change. The world seemed to be flowing towards him. Fate, the will of the world, it felt like everything was helping him.

And when the knife touched the ball's knife, half did not bounce back, unlike before. Fire splashed out of the knife. The knife hit several times. The power of the ball was still formidable, but the moment he touched the glass, all of it naturally flowed and the power was alleviated.

'…… Senior.'

Van bites his lips. It should be noted that it was not an easy decision for Glass either. In her view, she would have chosen the last number. What's wrong?

'Cause I'm weak.'

"No."

It was then. Glass said. She opened her mouth.

"Van, you're strong."

"…… if I was strong, this would not have happened!"

Whenever the ball confronts the sword with an expressionless expression, Van's voice is cut off. I just felt like I was crying. His heart was filled with rage, and every time he wielded the sword with all his might, all that was in him seemed empty.

Looking at that half, Glass said,

"If being strong is asking if you can do anything on your own, it's not. I've seen countless strong men, but that doesn't mean they were omnipotent gods. Van. Anyone needs help."

"That's not necessarily the kind of help..... you don't need!"

"I wish it weren't for your help, but unfortunately, it's not your lack, it's my lack. Sorry, Van. I'm weak."

"If you say so.....!"

Van was evil at it. Every time a flame arises in his eyes, the defect increases between the blades of the ball. The ball said.

"What are you trying to cut?"

"…… I don't know."

"I think you cut the world, and if you cut me, can you cut the world?"

The ball constantly asked. A voice as indifferent as the expressionless face pierces Van Cook.

"If you cut the world down, if you leave that scar, will people be happy? No, what about you and the people around you? In order to create an unpredictable event even after the storm, aren't you going too far?"

Van didn't answer. Instead, I swung the glass even more strongly. Whenever a knife and a knife are struck, the ball's blade continues to twist, and a new blade becomes serrated.

The ball is right. He was walking down a path where he didn't know what might be at the end. No, it was a path I didn't even know existed. Nevertheless, he cannot stand down on this path.

Too many people are already walking that path together.

"Senior."

Chakan! And the blade of the ball is broken. And at the next moment, half the blade was stuck in the ball's chest. The ball does not shed a drop of blood and looks down half. His face changed in visual acuity. Sometimes it was auburn, sometimes whey, and sometimes the face of so many others that he cut off.

"…… a world without blood is impossible. Van."

"You're right. Probably."

Van nods.

"But I wish, at least, that the blood I shed in this world could change."

"Foolish..."

No, the body of the one who was the ball collapsed. Not only that, but the tree behind him slowly lost its color. Van slowly looked back at the glass. Seeing the inevitable sorrow on his face, Glass reached out and tried to stroke him. But then I realized I was already in the body of a knife.

"Senior"

"Van."

They said nothing more.

I couldn't say anything.

§

The Queen's eyebrows twitched. She wants her hand to go deep beneath the spring, and after a while, her hand pulls out one of the men. Half of the people who came out of the fountain threw up the fountain and trembled. The Queen looks strangely at the glass hanging from Van's waist dance.

"Neither has changed. I don't know if I'm lucky or not."

"Phew, Phew..."

Van breathes instead of answering. He raises the queen hard. It was quite burnout to come back to this world where there were all sorts of laws, just as there were no laws in the spring. Compared to the lighthouse, it was still an outlawed area, but I felt that there were different kinds of constraints and rules that tightened his body.

The queen looked at Van and asked.

"How strong are you? Enough?"

"…… at least enough to do you a favor. Maybe."

"Awesome!"

The Queen loved it when she clapped. Van looks at the queen, sweeping his head in the damp spring. He hasn't forgotten the last thing she said yet.

"I have a question for you."

"..... about Suya?"

"How do you know my mother?"

"Didn't you hear the story? When Walden fell, people didn't die in the morning. He died slowly, for different reasons, at different times."

"My mother, perhaps..."

"Did you throw yourself in the fountain?"

The queen laughed bitterly.

"I've recommended it over a dozen times. But I didn't. You think that's enough now."

"…… owed me."

"Humans are hostile to the night. You know what?"

The queen shrugs. She said, as if she told me her first love story.

"The first humans to see me tried to kill me. And she protected me. It came from the night, so we don't have to come to hate."

"........"

"Maybe she'll say the same thing when she sees you."

Van stares straight at the queen. I didn't know what she was going to say.

"You're saying you don't have to fight the night?"

"Even in a storm, people die. But that doesn't mean no one's trying to kill the storm. But why should we be the target of the night's slaughter?"

"Because the night killed too many people."

"... I don't know."

The queen swells her cheeks with a sharp expression. Then I lowered my back with my arms extended.

"Anyway, that's all I have to say. Suya didn't want to fight the night. I tried to embrace the night. And if I look at you, I'll probably say the same thing."

"........"

"The story ends with this. So, what are we gonna do now? Are you gonna go back and kick out that mean old guardian bridge?"

"If you go back, you'll know."

Van said, loosening his body. I asked him as if he remembered.

"How long has it been?"

"Three months."

"…… Yes?"

The queen smiled brightly.

"Three months."

§

'.. Brother. Where the hell are you?'

The sun looked out with a depressed expression. To survive alone in the realm of the night for a month. In the end, I was forced to come back to the library in a fortnight without being able to fill the whole month. The night was harsh. A lot of scary enemies were also a problem, but most importantly, they seemed to collapse in no time.

— Don't worry about him. It's not like a weakling like you, so I'm gonna live a long time.

Apricot Spear of Fruit, said Fenril. The phantom sighed.

"It's been three months. If it wasn't for weaklings like me, shouldn't you be back by now? I think the promised period was a month."

— Don't worry about it. It's not a great man at night.

How come Fenreel was half as fond of me as my master. When he talks about Van, he always praises his tongue for the drooling. Of course I didn't have a tongue.

I couldn't understand what the ball was thinking. Does it really matter if Van dies? In the meantime, I told him that I had to go out to look for Van, but the ball was of a color that was not particularly interested in Van. Whether you die or not, it's half your share.

Worst adult. Fangs sigh. I've never been out there alone to find Van, but the conclusion has always been a blunder. Van couldn't find out where he was hiding.

'.. what if you are really wrong?'

I thought it was a moment when the complexion of the fruit deteriorated. I felt a huge wave approaching the library. It was not a surprising moment. When the ball came back, I always felt that way.

And it was then. Fan realized something strange.

'The Duke has been in the library since yesterday..?'

The sun stood up. An eye filled with expectation and cheer swept through the foothills of darkness.

There was an examination.