Sword Whisperer

But Van's face didn't just look happy. He sympathized with the ball. Knowing that I shouldn't, I couldn't help but notice the wretched stumbling block on the floor..... and feel no emotion.

In exchange for keeping the library for the rest of his life, this was all he got back. Being defeated by a young heir. That was the only fate that awaited him.

The ball grabbed the knife. It was already a powerless hand, but as though it could not be missed as much as a knife, the palm of his hand lost its blood and was gripping the knife so tightly that it would regress.

It started to rain. Even in a dark night, the rain that now falls on them was nothing like the rain of the day. It was cold and damp, and it smelled like dirt. The ball didn't even give Van a glance. His eyes were on the clouds that rain on this dry land, or toward the presence of the clouds.

"I don't trust you. Van."

I don't trust anyone. The ball murmured like that. Van stares quietly at the ball's forearm. Between the tears of his clothes, I saw his slaughter. Van opens his mouth slowly.

"When did that arm start?"

"…… When you throw a stone, the water splashes."

The ball muttered. His voice, mixed with the sound of breath, sounded a little blurry.

"I threw stones too long at this night. There's no choice but to spill the water."

"You're saying that the water splashed into your arms?"

I didn't notice from the beginning. After mixing knives for a long time, Van found out that the ball had not been normal for a long time. An unknown darkness was devouring him.

"This is the homework that night gave me. It's not something you care about."

"If that's something to do with Carlsbury, it's something I care about."

Van said as he proclaimed.

"From now on, I will be the guardian of the Sunwoo family."

"You speak well. Do you think holding a sword will make you a guardian? No. I am the guardian of Sunwoo's home for the rest of my life in this darkness."

"Keep that place, keep it hard. I will protect Sunwoo."

The ball stumbled and tried to stand up. But as soon as I was out of power, he couldn't help himself. It felt as if all the power and history he had flowed somewhere.

The sword blossomed on the ground. The ball leans on my sword and stares at half.

"I don't trust you."

Is there a reason to trust you?

Van didn't pull the knife. I didn't need a knife to defeat the ball now. So what do we need?

"…… you can't keep anything at night. Everything you need to protect is already in daylight space."

The ball remained in this library to protest against the librarians of Sunwoo who used to use their swords and force. To tell the meaning of the Guardian, he disregards the Guardian's virtues. He was an old man who had lost his qualifications as a guardian.

The ball could not answer in front of that reality. He could not go during the day, and he could not give up the house he had been holding.

I can't let go of this knife.

It was the moment I thought so. The ball trembles at the creepy feeling of climbing on its back. I turned my head and straightened up where I came from. The mysterious energy of the body, which was crushed by fatigue, began to rise again.

"…… the conversation will be postponed for a while. Van."

"Yes?"

"We have a visitor. So, back off."

"A guest? Suddenly why..."

"I can't let you do my homework."

The ball twisted its sword and stared at the dark head. It was the moment Van looked at the ball in a panic. The ball slowly opened its mouth.

"When you throw a stone, the water splashes."

I even ripped off my torn clothes. The black discoloured arms melt into the night as if they were part of the darkness.

"This is my last advice. See for yourself. Whenever you swing a knife in a bullshit place, you know what the prosecutor's end is."

"What the hell……"

Van empowered his eyes, not his words. Far enough from being visible, I could feel the energy resembling a ball walking around. No, the resemblance was not just energy. As he approaches, Van realizes he looks exactly like the son of the ball.

It was a familiar figure somewhere. And Van soon realized that it was him and K'Shatu's cue. A clumsy human resembling a ball opens his mouth, slowly looking at the ball, no, what looks like a human being.

"False Guardian. And then his claws were ripped off. How can you be such a jerk?"

It was a slow tone, but the momentum in it was not unusual. It was not as a seed of the night, but as an examination. Van twirls his eyebrows.

"…… that's it, the hell."

"How do you know I wasn't always in the library when I felt that cutting the night was meaningless?"

"To cut off the seeds of the night that threaten the library……"

"I've been here a very long time. Seeds that could threaten the library were killed long ago. If you're intelligent, you're not even close to here. You must have felt it. It means that there are no decent enemies right near the library."

But if you didn't want to cut off the aggressive Night Clan, what the hell did you go out for?

Is that the answer to something like this human in front of you?

"You must be feeling it, too. Whenever you wield a knife, you know that something in you is baking together. Neither did I. And yet I couldn't stop. When I felt that the most important thing in me was cut, everything was already late..... and that 'shadow' appeared."

"......."

Van looks at the shadow of the ball without a word. He resembled a ball, but he was dressed neatly, unlike a ball. I could even glimpse other technological vertices in my eyes that seemed to be empty. The ball picked up the knife.

"I'm not afraid of the end of life."

He growls.

"But I cannot be eaten to death by my weakness."

The ball ran. It was weird. Obviously, he was dead or something until just now, and his blade painted a more peculiar trajectory than ever.

Watching the ball fight the shadows, Van did nothing. The fact that the severed unconsciousness came back to punish me with such a form, however, my heart became frustrated when I thought about how long the ball would continue to fight with itself.

"The ball. You want death."

"Shut up."

"It's an endless fight. Even victory is a world that loses its light like defeat in years. I'm not desperate. Leave it to me. I'm here to give you an end."

"Shut up."

"You've always picked the wrong choice. You'd better choose the right path now, wouldn't you?"

"Shut up!"

The prosecutor and the prosecutor had a breakthrough. Horses and horses are entangled, knives and swords bounce. The shadow of the ball said.

"I've been following you. I've hunted the clans of the night with no one but me. After they fled from me, all I had left was a void in my heart. I know you won't be any different. Do not take a stand to leave seeds in the future. The seeds will rot in the end."

Hearing the shadows, Van recalls the moment he first saw K'Shatu. They said we had been driven out of the abyss. Scary guy showed up. Is he..... the shadow of the ball?

It was worrying about being malnourished. No matter how powerful the monster in Abyss is, whoever the Great Sword of the Kingdom is, it eventually loses its light in front of a really truthful question.

What should we cut?

What do we live with?

'…… he has cut himself alive.'

That was the second problem, right and wrong. Desperate until he seemed pious, Van was forced to admit that he was quite impressed.

The shadow of the ball was strong. At least not when the ball is facing the same body condition now. But Van couldn't get into that fight. I couldn't put my hands on the ball. Fighting yourself wasn't a problem that anyone else could help.

The ball's stamina was the floor. In that regard, it was nothing unusual for him to be slashed into his shadow right away. But the shadow didn't cut the ball. The last will left to the ball, the shadows did not allow him.

The blade of the shadow tightens like a net, occupying all sides. The ball grasps the sword, one by one. Shadow said.

"You know when I will appear before you. I show up to give you a chance when you covet death. I am not your enemy. Rather, I want to do you a favor."

"…… you are my homework."

The ball smiles as it reveals its teeth. He was soaked in blood and bitten red.

"I can fix you, but you can't fix me."

"You can give up your homework at any time."

"There are homework that you shouldn't give up."

"Though you have lived so long at night, you are discussing the philosophy of the day. There are no rules in the world. There's only lies that look like rules. You know better than anyone."

"Maybe so."

The ball replied.

"But the law you set, at least you shouldn't lie to yourself."

When he vowed to keep the library swallowed up at night for the rest of his life, the ball promised himself.

"My arm will tear, I won't let go of the knife myself."

"... Then I can't help it."

Shadow's eyes are sharpened.

"I was forced to take that arm."

The same opportunities were not uncommon for the shadows now. The ball was rarely seen and weakened. If we don't target him now, we don't know when we can promote him again.

The ball looked at such a shadow. It was not so long ago that the shadows began to appear. From the moment he could see the day at night. It wasn't for a few years.

Whenever he wanted to let go of the knife, the shadow appeared before the ball. And drove him to force him to let go of the knife.

'I can't let go.'

You can hand over the sword to your heir, but you can't let it go. It was a contradictory stubbornness, but the ball could not give up that stubbornness.

Grab a knife. Swing, knowing it can't be touched. The ball was thinking half this moment. In a world where I don't think I can find the answer, I was thinking of a young man who said that he would somehow find the answer. When you have to swing a knife, I won't stop, I'll examine the young man who answers.

"I can't ring you! I already had plenty of chances to ring, but I didn't cut you off. Because I'm the only one who can bring you rest. Now lift up your eyes and look at me. Look at your end!"

"Yes, I could. But I didn't cut it."

It was different. Though I had to cut it, the ball could not shake my weakness to the end. He knew how to wield a sword, but he did not know how to wield it. Therefore, no matter how skillful his swordsmanship was, it was meaningless.

I'm sick of it.

The flesh reached its limits. Somehow, at this moment, the ball felt lighter than ever. The Guardian's sword, which had not yet been digested, was moving him with more voice in his body than ever before. And it was that moment. Van saw his father in the face of the ball, and the face of numerous other guardians.

They were leading the ball. I was teaching, not how to cut, but what to cut.

'Oh, this...'

A moment of cheer.

And flashes.

The next moment, the shadow of the ball stood back dancing with a large sword on my chest. The shadow shook and shouted.

"Crazy..... Crazy! I don't want this for you! I understand that better than anyone. I'm a part of you. You know what you want better than anyone!"

He was right. The ball wanted him. Whether unconscious or conscious, I was sincerely hoping for it. I was hoping that the end of everything would come. But at the same time, he wished. I hope he can get away with this, be truly free.

"I want to finish."

The ball said.

"But I don't want it to end."

"….. Foolish."

The shadow of the ball was becoming more and more powdery from the sword on his chest. The shadow looks at the ball. And laughed in vain.

"Still, I did my job..."

That was his last word. Shadows are buried in the dark and disappear. The ball laughed. More skilful than ever. He looked back at Van.

"Van. I don't trust you."

"......."

"But I can't help it. As long as I'm here, I'm forced to give you a knife."

The ball slams and looks down at the ground. His right arm, which fell to the ground, holds the Guardian's sword firmly.

Yeah, that arm might have fallen, but I still didn't let go of the knife.

The prosecutor, who lost his arm, smiled once again because he was satisfied with it.