Sword Whisperer

Half took a step. Permission already granted. When Van said he would be on the front line, Jakarim asked if it would be okay instead of all mankind. Jakarim didn't know that there were many stories in his own way between Van and the Revolutionaries.

But Van rather said that's why he had to step up even more. Just as it was his virtue to correct it when his friend walked the wrong way, Van now had to help make the revolutionary suicide a little less miserable.

'It's bitter.'

But it's worthwhile. Cutting his friends, no, who might have become friends with his sword...... may in some ways be the most inspiring moment he's ever been born.

Passes through the soldiers, looking at the anger in their hands, at the foolishness on their trembling feet, and at the unidentified aspirations in their eyes.

Whenever the footprints behind him grow longer, a murmur is heard everywhere. 'Half.' 'Half the articles? Shouldn't you be escorting the Prince?' Van answered without opening his mouth. No, that's not where I'm supposed to be.

"Van."

At the forefront was Lucas. Lucas wasn't the only one. Woo-ring, Dani, and the wheels were there.

"Here comes the day on the battlefield."

"Amazing? Actually, I'm not surprised. I thought it would come one way or another."

"So did I."

But in Van's painting, he was on the other side, not Lucas's.

It was quite surprising to be on the other side of the Revolutionary Army. Van always felt anxious that I might be standing in the same place as the Revolutionaries, but never thought it would be up to him to subdue them. It was because they were able to understand their motives and circumstances to some extent.

But that's why Van took on the role of wedging their ends.

"It's an ominous war."

Lucas looked up at the sky and said, In spite of what he said, the heavens were trying to drive each other out, with light and darkness hitting them. If the world were to perish, it would be so horrible that the sky would not look like that at that moment.

Everyone was only waiting for the start of the war. But the revolutionaries rarely tried to reach them easily. He was wrong, too, because the revolutionaries were not saying anything against the kingdom.

It was a time of law even in war. Until each other cried out for my cause, the sword was usually an unbound law, and it was no exception, even if it was a place to subdue rebellion. In the end, Jakarim, who couldn't stand it, first rang the sky with his voice.

Listen, rebels. You tried to destroy the kingdom. He did not intend to wrap the wound in front of the wound of the kingdom, but he scratched the wound to make pimples and said that is why the kingdom should die. If you're looking for a new world, you just have to leave. How should those who are satisfied with the world now be sacrificed by you?

It was thoroughly taken from the point of view of the Kingdom. Zakarim didn't rest.

Today you will pay for its disappearance and arrogance.

The spirit of Zacharim made me feel like everything he said would be true. The soldiers of the kingdom listened to his voice and became increasingly convinced that justice and victory were on our side.

And that was it. The darkness that was frowned in front of the White Flame slowly converged and shaped, and it turned into a huge mouthpiece. It was the mouth of Ubow. The mouth tore the atmosphere and said in the same voice as Ure.

[The rebels didn't mean to destroy the kingdom, young prince. We just said we should rip the place apart and fix it.]

[Revolution is in change, not at scrap.]

[Our words to find paradise outside of the night meant to create a world where we could live with hope. I was begging you to stop living our lives in the night.]

The moment the request was bitten by blood, the request was not a request. Please has become a sin. And today is the time to pay for it. Stop resisting in vain. It only increases the value of sin.

Zakarim replied. But Ubowu didn't care. In the first place, Ubou was not the subject of a conversation with the prince.

[O kingdom, all the sons of father and mother in this world. You will remember my voice. Do you really see all this beautiful now? Half of you must have been dragged here. And the other half would put your lives on the scale for monetary reasons, and by my will, those who stand here will be counted in their hands.]

Numerous soldiers were bitter in their bold and appealing voices. Ubows' voice quietly digs into their sluggish and weak parts.

[But in the end, both sides are fighting for the same life. But, but not really. I'd like to ask. If this world makes you risk your life anyway, shouldn't you at least be able to think for yourself about the object of risking it?]

[I, my proud comrades, risked my life today.]

[What about you guys?]

Zacharim was ridiculous in front of Ubou's question. He was trying to sow the seeds of the revolution even before this situation. Jakarim even admired him in some ways. If he were, would he be able to stand in front of the shadow of death, asserting an ideology like that?

It was not a matter for me to think as a commander. Zacharim looks back at Shiraz, who is by his side. Siraz raises his head.

"Attack?"

"…… General, this is an attack."

War has begun.

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The armies that endlessly fill the dark fields are running against those who are not half of us. Light and darkness are constantly colliding in the sky, and the world shakes my body and opens its mouth to swallow up the Revolutionary Army. Zakarim was watching that potent sight in Humi.

The Revolutionary Army was strong. Only those who were in their own way remained, and even the world that moved under the command of the Revolutionary Army was unable to hold them properly.

Grab the rebel's ankle, you beast.

Cover the eyes of the rebels, O darkness.

Rain, wet the rebels' clothes and slow down their feet.

Zacharim had already poured out all kinds of spirits. But when he entered the 'Darkness' of Ubows, he certainly lost his power.

'Terrible darkness.'

It was not just his will. White Flame of Nahar. The power of the sec family. Spatiology of D'Madapo, etc. All kinds of blessings tended to be counterbalanced in the realm of darkness.

Of course, they were nevertheless strong. Dane's White Flame was hot enough to melt the rock into lava for a moment, and Wu Liung's fist was made of powder whatever touched it.

Among them, however, the most prominent were set aside.

'Van.'

It was not only in the eyes of Silk Zakarim. Even the soldiers stared at Van's back as if they had been possessed for a moment while the path of life lay in front of me.

It was a strange swordsmanship. His blade split into thousands, and sometimes it became huge enough to be the sword of a giant. Sometimes it became a flame that burns the ear and burns everything, and sometimes it was invisible to anyone's eyes.

"Half of the Five Swords..."

Wheel recalls his nickname, which he heard before, without even knowing it. It was a title he laughed at as useless and majestic. But what's the real deal? Does the title truly represent his power?

"…… marvellous."

"Van..... Isn't that enough of a royal international sword?"

"I'm not human..."

"I'm glad you're on the same side. If you were an enemy..... I'm afraid of imagining it."

The soldiers on the hill were able to observe the sight more clearly. How could a single test stand out to people at all costs, but Van wasn't just an ordinary test?

Whenever he examined the ground, the revolutionaries around him flew up into the sky like sand that was stuck in a man's foot. No, it wasn't just a person. The ground was sometimes dug as deep as a giant had passed, and the logs, which had grown for hundreds of years, fell down like a weed in front of a sickle.

The Revolutionary Army didn't step up to stop that class. There were only two executive personnel who had already fallen into Van's hands. And there was not a single sneeze in Van's body.

'You gave me a very shitty role.'

Van's expression was fierce. In this fight where good and evil cannot be divided, Van was, I assure you, in a vicious situation. Those who cried out for the revolution jumped to the front half, or the back half.

And each time, half the carcasses begin to pile up.

Perhaps more bodies he had accumulated today than those who had lost their lives in his hands so far. Van bends the battlefield like a bloodthirsty beast. No Lucas, no Uring, no one has shown a second angle in this battle more than half.

"Grrrrrrgh!"

A revolutionary member with a firm determination runs to half with an axe in his hand. And that was his last moment. With a heart pierced with an axe, he left without a bird to feel my death.

'I won't apologize.'

It was the death I wanted, and I only gave it to him. As proof, the Revolutionary Army member he killed was dying with a satisfactory smile on his mouth until the end. Rather, it was the killers who were dying. Their faces, as if they had only been saved at the end of their lives, were helping to make this war even more bizarre.

I can't see you.

"Arghhhhhh!"

Van yells. His hands were clasped with glass and wallpaper. A stung that spills and crushes everything in the world shoots at the revolutionaries. Certainly the knights were cut off in front of Van's slaughter, as if they were nothing but a feather.

And they died with a smile, just like everyone else.

'Yes. You'll be happy. You must be foolish.'

These are the ones who only saw the victory to hell. I go to the paradise I wanted so badly, how could I be unhappy?

If you had a slight snowflake, you would have noticed that the landscape around Van was a little strange. Around Van was only a corpse of the Revolutionary Army, as if it were the entrance to death. Nevertheless, the Revolutionary Army retreated in fear of Van. Instead, they blinked.

And then I was in the middle of it.

"!"

Van's blade flashed. And at that moment, the stones that shot like arrows at him were literally stuck to the ground. Somewhere a satisfactory voice followed.

"Hmm, it seems the training wasn't in vain."

"…… Mr. Heavenly Spirit."

It was a celestial spirit. The celestial spirit, who was wearing a bloody veil, leaned halfway through the day and opened his mouth.

"You're getting stronger."

"…… I had to be strong."

"Then you can ring me, right?"

Seeing a naturally smiling celestial spirit, Van felt something choking and thrashing. He grinds his teeth and raises his sword.

"…… yes, cancer. You can ring it. I can ring it and not!"

"Good. It's a graduation test. Come on!"

The Stone Arm began to rotate with a dazzling twist in both hands of the Heavenly Spirit. I don't even know when the stone was filled, but the stone is constantly shot from the stone shaft.

"It's heavy."

I don't know, but there will be no one in the world who surpasses the Heavenly Spirit in stonewalling. Accuracy, speed, power, in all its aspects…… This has already surpassed the toy in the hands of the shepherd.

If it fits properly, there's nothing odd about a giant hole in the trunk. But somehow Van wasn't nervous at all.

Heavy. Fast. Accurate and sophisticated. Using psychological gaps, rocks fired from a blind spot are an unfamiliar form of attack, and they were so intelligent.

But it is not enough.

Glass is drawn in the air. And it was that moment. I wanted to split the air, but soon I started sucking all the rocks that were coming to Van with a squeaking sound. Even though Gigi would die in front of the unrealistic sight, the angel ran to Van with a thicker smile.

"You've got more residue! Van!"

The spinning stone hawk swirls around half his head like a machete. But Van was already standing behind the Holy Spirit.

"Stop it. You can't beat me."

"That's not why I'm quitting."

"…… indeed, to the end!"

A knife and a stone arm hit him. The wavelength alone was enough for soldiers who were far away from the ground to feel the vibrations. The atmosphere was crying. The world was crying.

I thought I should lift a knife. Before they hurt one more person they cared about, they thought he had to cut off many of their wounded lives. But the more I thought about it, the less I could help myself. Van shouted.

"Why did you have to do this? You'd better run. If I did, if I did... at least with my hand...!"

"Van"

The Holy Spirit called his name. Despite striking each other's weapons, his voice was calm.

I lived for a dream. Now is the time to die for your dreams. There's nothing you should be guilty of. No, don't you dare be sorry. No one in the Revolutionary Army deserves you. "

It was almost the end of the word. His stone hawk slit and fell on half a blade. Looking at his two fists, which were only empty ropes, the Holy Spirit held his fist with a smile within.

"Thank you."

And I ran. Like a bachelor in a mountain trying to break a rock with an egg, like a shepherd running to a wolf in front of a sheep. But there is a sacred beauty in that image.

Van laughed powerlessly.

"Thank you, asshole."

The man who lived to dream, died to fulfill his dream.

It's just a story.