Sword Whisperer

"Brother...!"

The eyes of the sun sparkled. I thought he might be dead. I thought maybe I'd never see him again. But it was definitely half a mile that I was walking.

Maybe a little different from what he knew, no, what he knew.

'.... It's a huge presence.'

The fruit swallowed the saliva. The atmosphere around Van was different from before, even though it was not strange to mistake Van for a ball.

Originally, Van was not the type to vent my energy without hiding it. At least it was when the sun met. Of course, after that calm, the prosecutor was forced to have the day, although the speculation was still hidden, half of them knew how to hide it.

But now it was different somewhere. It wasn't just speculation. But when I looked at him, it was as if I saw a blade that stood better than anyone else. That didn't mean that Van would cut everything around me like a ball.

Van just seemed ready. If, when necessary, a situation comes in which the knife should be lifted, a test that can be cut off, whatever it is.

My chest jumps. The phantom wasn't a test, but it was still unmanned. As the same unarmed man, he was also forced to carry his admiration to the land now half touched.

And it was then.

From the intrinsic part to the other, the smouldering energy began to flow. It was a defeatist and defeatist energy. Even the ominy of that night was enough to retreat with its tongue out.

It was the energy of the ball.

"Goddess."

The moment Van opened his mouth, the ball stood in front of Van. Van looks at the ball without agitation. Seeing the ball's eyes set on him with fatigue and darkness, Van bows his head.

"I'm back."

"It's too late. I remember the time I gave you for a month."

"There's a lot to see, and the steps are slow."

"... I think I've walked quite a lot on slow steps."

Van pulled the glass without saying a word. The ball's eyes turned towards the glass. I could see that it wasn't just the half that changed just by looking at the knife. The ball's mouth twisted.

"Do you think you can go beyond me with one act?"

"I'm going to check it out now."

"... I can only distinguish between poop and mischief."

The ball pulls the knife. The force that seemed to tear the world apart was completely halfway there. If it had been before, half the fingers would have been stiff. But not now. The momentum of the glass, and his limitations that grew in between, completely blew out the momentum of the ball and bore it.

And the only thing he could get was silk balls. The blade spills. Like lightning, like hail. It was the sword of the ball that spilled once. Such a sword was pouring out dozens of stabs. But Van wasn't nervous. He was no longer what he used to be.

"Senior."

Van grabs the glass tighter. Van and Glass have returned to a place far from all the laws of the world. And even for a moment, those who have tasted that freedom do not forget what the power of freedom is in iron spears.

Spills draw lines. On one line again, the same line is drawn again, again, again, again...

It was a spill made using Lopo's sword. Hundreds of spills were added to the screening of one stalk. And already at that moment, it was not just a spill, but rather a kind of rejection.

Van vanishes based on Ben's void. The light also disappeared. I wanted to see what the invisible Seekerman's trajectory remained, and I sucked all the stabs the ball had fired.

Even the ball was forced to pull a string of tension in that intimidating landscape. His blade is reaped. The ball opens its mouth quietly.

"..... You've seen a lot of Sam's virtues."

"As you can see..... I knew I'd be there."

Van was not surprised to see the ball mention Sam. In the first place, the queen was openly mentioning the ball. Of course, it was more natural to think that the ball also knew the queen.

And the Queen will be in touch with Van.

The ball lifts its sword again without a word. And Van drew the knife as if it wasn't just a misfortune. As he squeaked, the space split apart, and the ball was forced to turn the knife back, feeling an incredibly resilient force as he knocked on the space.

"…… is the range of the knife within your realm?"

7 Star Criterion. Area. The area Van was able to speak was all he had to borrow from the apple tree of Irufgenama Lopo. At least, given that it is an area that cannot be spoken unless it is an apple tree field, Van still has no area of his own.

But there's one more area Van can speak right now. Van could 'spill' all the laws of this world within the reach of the blade of glass. But Van shakes his head.

"This is not my territory."

"Not your realm……. Yeah, I guess so. It's not you, it's the knife's..."

The ball was able to predict what kind of power Van's knife was going through.

"It wasn't an easy decision."

"…… you can't be strong with easy decisions."

"Van. Do you want to cut off the world with my sword?"

"Yes, I'd like to cut it."

"Do you think I wouldn't have?"

The ball's sword points to the sky. The light pointed towards the invisible darkness. The ball almost chewed out.

"I'm here now. Van. If you don't feel something when you look at me..... you won't be able to make history a teacher."

"You want me to learn from your failures?"

"I tried to cut the night off. For 20 years. Countless monsters begged me for a life. I've never shown mercy. But look, Van."

The ball's dead eye turned to the sky. He asked in a brutal voice.

"Is the night gone?"

"…… The Sword told me."

Van looked up at the sky. The night sky he was looking at was still dark.

"'The night was deep.' Surely you are watching the morning in this world. This is a night of a different meaning to us than to you. …… please tell me. What kind of world are you looking at?"

"…… the Queen would have been a man who could not have hated it."

The ball's voice was empty.

"At night, I didn't care about their circumstances. I thought that belonging at night was enough for me to hate them.

I didn't care that there were many troops in the night. I just cut it. If I see Veda, one day I'll cut off the last night, and then the night will disappear from the world. "

How irresponsible of this optimism.

The night didn't go away because of Benda. And, most importantly, the vengeance he had thought of was actually just the madness of an outrageous man. What the ball had to face in exchange for his anger was endlessly terrible awareness and reflection.

Nevertheless, he still doesn't cut everything in the world and looks like a miserable man.

'.... It's ruined.'

Van swallowed a sigh. I knew he wasn't a good man. But when I looked inside, I knew that the wisdom of the one who touched the sword's extreme power was just as great. Of course, the ball also had that wisdom. However, that wisdom was only one last thing that would bring him down.

"There's a lot to fight for at night. However, night is not the object of a fight."

"… then what should we fight?"

"I'd rather ask. Van."

The ball's eyes turned half. Ironically, this great prosecutor was shooting half with jealousy in his eyes. He smiled and asked.

"It's a question I've asked a few times. What the hell are you gonna do with my sword? No, how do you intend to ring the bell? Is what you were trying to cut the right thing to do? You think you got all the answers?"

"…… I tried to find the answer to you."

"Then I'm sorry. I don't have an answer!"

A lost prosecutor ran. Every time the blade hits, Van's eyes come up with a familiar notification window.

[I'm confronting the Guardian and the Knife!]

[You are a better opponent!]

[Knife's voice is absorbed at the lowest speed!]

Lowest speed. But that was enough. Each time he touches the sword, Van absorbs the memory of the ball in the Guardian's sword. And I could understand the ball little by little every time.

It was a wretched time. The Karlsmori Library was already dead, and the ball had to give my whole life to protect the body. His blade, which contained only meaningless tears, screamed every day. But no one listened to his screams. He was alone.

Why do you have to live like that? '

Van bites his lips. The ball was strong. He could fight the world like he fought at night. But why should he live the life of a loser in a place like this, losing a fight that has not yet begun? It was inconclusive. I didn't even want to understand. So Van picked up the knife.

Bang!

Their swords were clouds of lightning and storms, one by one. The ground is shaken like flesh, and even ghosts without substance retreat. It was not just a fight of physical power. The souls of the inspectors who touched the theater were bumping into each other. I was having a conversation.

'This is the earliest test...'

The hand of the fruit trembled. It was not just an exchange of knives and knives. Neither was the level of battle encountered by the two humans. The world seemed to have different shapes on their backs.

I wonder if two gods would feel this way if they argued so hard.

Then I realized what the unmanned dowry was. What they have in their hands is not just a weapon, but a part of the world. The two prosecutors are now telling us that cutting, stabbing and removing the world is the noblest thing they can do.

Even the bystanders will hear their voices, and those in the center will die.

'Why..!'

The more you wield the knife, the more your eyes turn red. Van was crying because of the cry the ball had. What on earth can he not abandon that lust? Can't you just throw away that anger? Van's knife asked, and the ball's knife replied.

And Van's face became increasingly zinc.

'…… it's not about the night.'

The ball was always angry. However, as he repeated the knife, Van naturally knew the direction of his anger. That wasn't an outward rage. Inside, he was angry at himself.

A guardian who became a destroyer, not a guardian, who could only do my duty by cutting and killing. A young boy who once dreamed of a guardian who resembled my father.

'But you had no choice!'

Van shouted aloud, and the ball also answered aloud. Whenever the blade struck, the ball's thoughts, thoughts, and thoughts flowed in.

So it would be natural for him to take a peek into the world.

In a moment, Van's knife stopped. The ball didn't drive half like that. Bondi's conversations are interactive, so it wasn't just the other half that heard her voice. The ball could see the world that Van was looking at.

"…… yes. See? How deep the night was."

The ball laughed with an unknown expression. Van looked up at the sky like a man of spirit.

"… not deep."

Van replied, doubting the landscape in front of my eyes, denying it, but not feeling forced to accept it in the end, without being so confused.

"The sun is rising."

I looked up at the blue sky.

"Morning……."