Sword Whisperer

The prosecutor lost his arm.

But what does it mean to be able to smile comfortably after losing that arm? Van bites his lips. I couldn't get close. His reluctance to take even the achievements he had accumulated in his lifetime as a burden was truly instrumental, and he was miserable.

"Pick up the knife, Van."

The ball grabbed my truncated shoulder and said, He looked at my severed arm and laughed.

"As you can see, my arm was cut off. It's hard to be your opponent now, even if you really wish you could. Carl's right is yours."

"......."

Van hasn't moved. In his head, all sorts of questions came to mind. You wanted this. You wanted to put the knife down. Maybe he really wanted to die. Then why are you still alive now? Why do you want to mark the end of your long story by losing your arm?

But even if he deserved to ask that question, Van no longer wanted to harass this poor man. He was a victim of this world, a victim. Not even a word stabbed in his chest, half didn't want to put it in his mouth.

Half walks. He stands in front of the ball's blackbitten arm, and looks down at the guardian's sword in his hand. That knife was strange. It was long if you wanted to be short or sharp, and blunt if you wanted to be sharp. It was a little more dazzling to see the blade change in its visual form, as if it were carrying all the knives in the world.

[I have the Walsword of the Guardian.]

[I have a higher level of objector knife than you.]

Material: Moonstone

Quality: Myth

Owner: Jungwoon Sunwoo (8 Star)

Memory retention rate: dramatic

Remarks: It contains the essence of the Guardian who has read the memories of the previous owners for many years. The moment you make this sword yours is the moment you climb to the top of the sword.

[Insufficient training. Train!]

"..... you didn't become the master of the sword."

"Unlike my father, I was a half-bodied guardian."

The ball did not seem to be particularly shameful when he said that. As if they were just telling the truth, their voices were even superstitious.

"The knife was always my tool, not my goal. In that respect, I'm different from you. I lived as a guardian, not a prosecutor. It's not surprising that I can't take all the knives."

"…… can I lift the Guardian's sword as a prosecutor?"

"That's your problem. Don't give it to me. I've had enough worries in my life."

The ball had a skilful expression.

"It was heavy. That knife."

"…… it must have been."

"It will be heavy."

It will be. It will be heavy. A sword that contains the lives of hundreds of guardians. How can it not be heavy?

Right now, I can only remember the amount of memory that ended up in Van's hand. It was an unbelievable amount and quality that accumulated in a person's life.

My hands tremble. Even the sound of the sword spilling out of my veins provokes Van's body to tremble. Unexpressible ecstasy, burden, and awe. Half of the Guardian's mouth was dry on the edge of each minor movement.

So Van grabbed the knife tighter. And I looked at the ball.

"I can handle it."

"You should."

The ball sighed for a long time, and soon he tried to wake up. However, whether it was the battle that exceeded the limits of his stamina or whether his arm had been cut off, he could not easily raise his body. It was a moment when Van had to put his hand out, but he was thinking.

The ball stood up.

Of course it wasn't by his power. The spirits of Sunwoo, who came up from under the ground, were raising his body.

"… let go, what are you doing?"

Seeing a long-grown old man with a white beard, looking at a wrinkled old man, looking at a young virgin who looked like a footman, the ball opened its eyes. Nofa replied without looking at the ball.

[At least let me help you now.]

[You've been working alone too long. We may not have the right to help you, but you have the right to help.]

[Only so you can protect your guardian's rights...... so help me.]

"….. You brazen bastards."

[Of course, this is not a solicitation, it's a proclamation. You won't be able to flush us with it anyway, will you?]

They laughed and dragged the ball to the library. Van stood still looking at them like that. The ball couldn't shake them, not just because of stamina. Putting down the knife, he was able to put down his infinite anger towards them, or his insistence that he should be angry.

Van looks down at his hand.

A guardian's sword, which must be the most precious treasure in the world for those who hear the voice of the sword.

'.... It was a long way.'

Van swung the knife into the air. After a while, he closed his eyes and trembled like a man who had been struck by a mighty wave, and immediately he put a blurry smile on his mouth.

Near the end.

§

The ball lay on a shabby bed. Van looks out the window, sitting in front of the ball. It was morning.

"What are you going to do now?"

"We have to protect the library."

"…… you do."

The Guardian was not prepared to live a life that did not protect something, even if he was not the Guardian. Van looked at the ball. The ball also looked at Van. Van opens his mouth slowly.

"I'll take good care of Carl."

"I said I could ring. Anything, I think I can ring."

The Guardian said to the Guardian:

"Again and again, I don't trust you."

"…… you do."

"But so I hope that one day I will regret it. I'll believe you then."

Sutton said it. But it was enough to feel sincere. Van laughed bitterly.

"You're stubborn. I hope you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Do you want to regret it again?"

"It won't be bad to regret it once in a while."

The ball twists its tail. Van raised his body quietly.

"I'm leaving."

"…… Going to Pendel?"

"I'll go through Pendel, but he won't be my destination."

Van replied.

"I'm going to the kingdom. We'll face the lighthouse, we'll face the day, we'll decide what to cut."

"Yes."

Van finally bowed his head. Maybe today was the last time I saw the ball. If I think about it, I somehow didn't take a step back.

I don't have a lot of conversations.He's the same guardian.

"Stop flirting with other seniors. Even so, there will only be those who will continue to be together..."

"What I gave you is a knife, not the right to nag. Get the fuck out of here when you're done."

"…… Thank you."

That was their last. Van left the Karlsmori Library with a ring. I opened my mouth to Van, looking back a few times.

"Is there a day when we come back to this library?"

"Let's have it."

When the day comes when this library no longer needs to be locked up at night. When the moment comes when a man doesn't have to hate all the people I've been trying to protect. At that time.

Van urged a step. South is where Pandel is.

§

While heading to Pendel, Van holds the Guardian's sword in his hand whenever he has time. And each time, I was forced to resort to the inner power of this Sunwook.

'.... The world of the Guardian is really deep.'

Mokwoon was the father of the ball. And unlike the ball, he truly loved the knife. His blade did not have all kinds of troubles, like a half or a ball. A flawless, straight blade that only the man who is convinced of what to cut has torn the world apart.

It was a pure slash, as if it only extracted the essence of swordsmanship. Whenever I peered at the knife of my neck, Van felt like he couldn't shake all kinds of concepts inside me.

"You look good, brother."

I said with a real smile. After grasping the Moon Sword, Van always seemed to be somewhere. I had to. The world shown by the Guardian's Sword, the Moon Sword, was truly sweet enough to forget all the problems that surrounded him for a moment.

'If I could hold the same knife...'

If you were to be able to present such a slaughter, all the problems that surround the world today would not seem so easy.

Having a sharp knife did not solve everything in the world, but the throat was not just a test of sharpness. The vertigo in his sword contained not only an unknown mystery, but also a transcendent face.

"Eight-star..."

Van recalls the landscape of his neck. The neck was eight stars. It was higher than the ball. Eight stars left a mysterious word for Van, asking what the hell it was.

"The realm will not be a realm..... what do you think it means?"

"Well, none of those who listened to Chang's voice had ever touched 8 stars…… 8 stars is a land that only the householders and guardians knew, even within the Sunwoo family."

So I dreamed that the sun would reach 8 stars, and when the time came, those who heard the voice of the spear could be recognized as guardians, "he said.

Do they swing their swords hard here to raise one number? Van laughed at me for no reason. If I thought one of those numbers could change the world, it wouldn't be bad to give the rest of his life for him.

"How long does it take to get to Pendel?"

"I don't know. I think I'll be there in a day."

They walked by day and slept by night. It was an unexpected way of behaving at night, but for Van, who was able to penetrate the darkness of night, the night here was neither absolute nor eternal.

'.... What would you think if you told me this story?'

When I tell you that the lighthouse has to collapse and the night disappears, I'm sure you won't be happy. It was an unpleasant story. It means that their family is responsible for the chaos caused in this world.

But in the end she will accept reality. Together, I promise you, I will contemplate and progress. It was that kind of person.

It's been a long time since I've walked around worrying or expecting that.

It was at sunset.

Looking at Pendel by the sunset, the sun shook his lips.

"... Tongue, brother..."

Pendel was on fire.