Sword Whisperer

There is morning in the realm of the night. What does that mean?

All kinds of common sense lost light at night, but the night nevertheless had one rule. That the sun doesn't rise. That the sun is invisible. There is no other way but to wander in the darkness forever.

And the night I was ignoring the common sense of light, my common sense was finally falling apart. Van faced the rising sun, full of sky. It was a very brief encounter. The moment Van's eyes conceal the sun, the sky instantly darkens and obscures all its light.

"What the hell did I see...?"

"You know better than I do what you saw."

He replied in a voice with no balls. Van cried out in a frustrated voice.

"Yes, I know. I saw it this morning, so I couldn't understand it. How can the morning come here?"

"Don't ask. Why do you think you won't be able to come here in the morning?"

"It's a matter of common sense! This is the night zone. If you can hit something other than the night, why is this place called the night?"

"Because there's a lighthouse."

"…… Yes?"

For a moment, Van looked at the ball with a dumb expression. I never thought my head was bad, but I couldn't understand why there was such a lighthouse story here. This is the night because there's a lighthouse. What a mystery.

The ball didn't blame Van for not understanding. I had to. Despite decades of living in the night, it was not that old for the ball to see that morning. Half of them have just spent a few months.

He was still too young to look at the world's staggered teeth. So it's okay. I hate to be a teacher, but I have to be a lifeguard.

The ball lifted its fist.

"What do you think you heard in this fist?"

"…… what did you hear?"

"I'm asking. What do you think I'm holding?"

"I don't know."

"Yeah, I don't know. And that ignorance makes it possible to contain anything in this fist. Because I can't reach the eye, because I can't reach the light, there's an infinite possibility left in this fist. There might be dirt in here, there might be flowers, there might be jewels."

The ball opens its fist, saying so. There was nothing on the palm of his hand that spread out. The ball laughed blankly.

"It means shining light in the dark. It turned out to be nothing at all, nothing at all."

"He speaks as if the light of the kingdom is not right."

"Why do you think you're right?"

"…… when the lighthouse is gone, the world will become a crucible of chaos."

Half of those who experienced the night were more confident than anyone else. Of course, mankind will not perish in the morning. I will be able to resist. Maybe we can fight better. If the Night Seeds are strong enough to attack.

But the day will be more miserable than the day of humanity. Night was an intense enemy. It was also a dangerous environment that would be difficult to survive without leukemia immediately. How happy can a human be in that place?

It was a reasonable idea. It was logical. And the ball shook its head.

"Night is not night."

"…… Yes?"

"Let's not talk about the kingdom. The light of the lighthouse drives out the darkness. The lighthouse allowed humanity to enter an era of transition from the Dark Ages to the Light Ages. Without lighthouses, humanity will be overwhelmed at night at a time. But I'd like to ask. Did the Dark Ages really exist? Is there just an era of darkness without light?"

"What the hell... what the hell are you talking about?"

"Living at night, I had to see through the essence of this night. The Dark Ages were never the same place this night. Like the darkness under the lamppost, this is hell created by the horror and superstition of the people hiding behind the lighthouse..."

"... No way."

"You want to get rid of the night, Van?"

The ball is going to kill.

"Then this is not where you should be. I can't get rid of the night if I cut it."

His voice echoed exceptionally loudly.

"Cut off the lighthouse."

Van's tip trembled.

"Then the night will fall, too."

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Heaven can exist because there is hell. Without hell, the beauty and sweetness of heaven can only fade away. Just as white stands alongside black, light is always accompanied by darkness.

It was a world of endless possibilities, if you say it nicely, and disorderly. Balagoth's spirit gave order to this world, and Nahar's White Flame burned away the disorders that were trying to offend it. And a kingdom arose. There was hell outside the lighthouse, so the kingdom could be an ideal that no one wanted to leave. It became a paradise to be thankful and happy.

However, no matter how great heaven was, it was made by man. The kingdom of heaven was drawn to hell, which I had built to be heaven, and it eventually became a hell of a paradise.

It was such a hoarse story. Half the time I heard the world that the ball had woken up, I couldn't even breathe because it was so futile and wasteful. He tried to cut the night off to save Anya. But to cut that night, he has to cut the lighthouse. We have to cut down Anya's family.

"Even with a well-knifed knife, if you can't hold it, you'll never be better than a child. I couldn't kill you, like I didn't."

Once, the ball was constantly sold out in training. But at some point he realized. Even if he was given the power to cut this world off with just one hand, he would not be able to cut it off.

It was not a matter of skill. He couldn't chop to pieces to bring this world down. The stone of this world was deceived, so I had neither the courage nor the motivation to remove it. And eventually, he became the White Jung of the Library who became the Guardian. I cut down monsters, monsters, or ghosts that could threaten the library. It was already a lost library, but all that was left of him was already a long time ago.

"I'll admit it. You're strong. Maybe if you give me a little time, I'll be stronger than I am."

The ball admitted neatly. Even after reading the memory of so many defenders, Van's talent was admirable. Going to Sam doesn't mean anyone can transcend themselves. It was a matter of the original bowl. It was half the time to discuss the real 'sword'.

"But Van, what are you going to ring?"

It was a question I had already asked several times. But Van only now feels like he truly understands the question of the ball. The real question the ball asked was not 'what is Benja', but what is Bell's understanding.

Van only knew the strength of the ball now. He was a failure, but that's why he was able to distinguish between failure and failure. I knew what the most important virtues were to avoid failure.

In the eyes of the ball, what would he look like? It seems like an iron shaft that pretends to know the way. Or is it somehow seen as a pioneer trying to pioneer a path that never existed in the world? Or does it just seem like a poor lost sheep?

...... I have nothing to worry about. In fact, he knew the answer.

"I don't know what to cut."

"… then this sword cannot be given away."

The weight of Van's blade did not fall behind the ball's blade. Some blame the ball for not being the guardian of the sword, but others blame Van for walking so fast that he didn't fit his age.

Nevertheless, the ball could not give me the knife. It is not just a knife to give to a strong man. The Guardian's knife was special. This knife, no matter when, had to be prepared for this world. Perhaps this knife is the last hope left in the world.

Van understood the ball.

And so I shook my head.

"No, you have to give me that sword."

"... How did you hear me? I can't give a knife to a man who doesn't know what I'm ringing, who doesn't even know what I'm talking about..."

"Yes, I don't know. I don't know what to cut. I don't know what's right. Maybe you'll regret it the least. But if I knew what to cut, I wouldn't hesitate."

"How can I guarantee it?"

"I never cut what I had to cut."

Even when he found Nahar's body in Pendel, Van stood back and called Anya instead, pretending not to know. Even when I faced a lost spring drawn into the Queen's hand, Van immersed himself in it instead of running away. Even when he was given the opportunity to defeat Kane of the Siraz family, Van chose to release his brother instead of filling his body, and he chose to carry her weight even when the glass became a sword, giving up the chance to become a human being.

It was all because his beliefs told me so.

When I had to take a step, half did not always step back. Van didn't believe in himself, but at least he believed in his footsteps. When the important moment came, he was the one who could wield the sword. That's how he's lived. What he's most proud of is not his swordsmanship, but his cuts.

"Even if it's a lighthouse, can you ring it?"

"......."

The ball narrows its eyes. Van didn't seem to be just a tame or a humble sword. I knew it wasn't such a light greeting. However, it was hard to believe the words straight away. It was just as difficult to walk the world. It was impossible to cut this world down with his own stubbornness without his own childhood and beliefs.

One thing's for sure, when the lighthouse collapses, this world collapses, too.

"…… I don't know if I'll cut the lighthouse. Because I haven't decided if that's the right way."

"I'm so relieved."

"I'll be careful not to."

Van looks straight at the ball.

"I'll think about it until the end. You hesitate and you hesitate again. I think that's my duty. But because I'm so worried and hesitant, I'm going to be able to lift a knife at the end."

Only those who hesitate deserve a sword. Van was saying that. The ball looked at Van. He left in the old evening, no, half the lost youth still in his face.

There was still hope in his eyes that even a glimmer could make the world a better place.

'... Why, when did I not get that look?'

The ball lifts its hand to my stiff face. Van raised his voice.

"Give me the knife. Whatever you have to cut, I promise I won't back down when the time comes."

"... I think I made one mistake."

The ball picked up the knife.

"A guardian's sword cannot be handed over to someone who is not ready to wield it. I said that, but that doesn't mean I'm ready to hand it over."

The ball smiles. Not like that, maybe, because that smile looks a little clear.

"Take me down. Until I lie on the ground, this sword is mine."

"…… if you say so."

Van grabs the glass. In spite of all the speculation in the world, Van threw himself into the storm caused by the ball.

In the Seekerman sky, Van faced two dinners and peeked at one more morning.

It was around dawn.

The ball lay on the floor, half standing.

"... please, Carl."

I won.