Sword Whisperer

An apple tree follows Van's back. It was a very potent landscape. If you leave your body to that apple tree, you'll be able to beautifully decorate his last without being uglier.

'Not yet.'

The darkness blooms from the whole body of Ubows. This war has yet to reach the Finale. The end of the Revolutionary Army should not be in vain here. I had to be more desperate, more noble.

Van's blade moves. No, I'm not moving. Nevertheless, the darkness surrounding the U-bow was gnawing at his blade at an acute angle.

'A sword beyond time...'

The more I looked at it, the more marvellous the sword. If he is not bound by construction, what is he bound by? What does he walk forward for, if he exists in the past and the future?

Where is he now?

Quajijic! The darkness that was pushed along with the waves collided with the apple tree. Whenever it felt like the sparkling light from the apple tree would soon wipe out his darkness, whenever death came to his forefront, whenever he thought that everything he had accumulated might soon collapse, Ubow's eyes glowed even more like stars.

'What history do you intend to draw, Van?'

Ubow asked. It's not a question of words. Whenever the darkness spreads in the air and sets its thorns against the White Flame, Oobow's life shakes the world and shouts. He exclaimed. Not only Van, but everyone who looked at their confrontations was listening to Ubows.

Some soldier thought.

'.... Was the kingdom the object of hatred?'

I didn't think of any articles.

'What made him so angry?'

A prince thought.

'Heavy.'

And Van replied.

For now, I'll take you down.

The darkness wrinkles. It tears. And the new ones in the space were apple trees, not white salt. The blades, sparkling with white and dark colors, slowly dig into the darkness of U-bow, as if they would not accept U-bow's anger, sadness, or distress.

"I'm fine, Van!"

Ubou laughs and shouts. With an overly supportive look on his face, he swings his fist. The apple tree that stretched out its branches lost its shape, and half of it stretched its blade with a stiffening expression.

"Hard."

With the help of glass, U-bow's sincere fist burst a bit. I had to. It was his life that Ubou was throwing away, and it was his life.

We have to confront him. We have to cut that fist and end Ubow's hard life. But, by the way... why is the sword so heavy?

Oobow looked at Van. I saw the face of a man who seemed to be crushed by the weight of a knife. He took his fist. And he smiled quietly.

"I was from the North."

"…… I know."

"No, I don't know. Unknown. You will never know the weight of the word from the North, who did not experience that day there. The corpse of a friend, the corpse of a lover, and the corpse of my teacher……"

And who would have dared to measure the heart of a cemetery that should have buried all the bodies of comrades who didn't even know their names?

"I had to dig a tomb every day until I was the only one left breathing in the Revolutionary Army headquarters. No, actually, maybe you didn't have to. I was the only one left to pray for them anyway, and I was already too hated by God to pray."

".... How did you sell the tomb?"

"That's all I knew how to do."

Ubou waited. Just as he had come to others in the village, he also hoped that his scheduled death would come. I dug a tomb like that again.

But even after everyone had found my place in the tomb, Ubou was not dead. I didn't die. No matter how dark I looked, the two sides of the night that caused the villagers to die were silent as if I would never touch them that much.

It didn't take long to realize that it was his power. The darkness of the night moved with free material as if it were his hand. His willingness to live at night led all those who came to where he was, and Ubows survived.

The darkness pushed him into despair, and brought him back to life.

U-bow crossed the lighthouse. After hiding himself in the dark, lighthouse keepers did not find him. He persuaded the revolution. He cried out for the terrible fall of the North, and said there was no hope for this country unless the Revolutionary Army was established.

…… Until then, of course, Ubou did not think that the most important role of the Revolutionary Army would be this sacrifice.

'I.... want to live..?'

There was such a voice somewhere in Ubou's mind. Bondi's instincts are always designed to crave survival. Knowing that his death should be the end of this grueling war, knowing that the only thing he could face tomorrow would always be bullying, he felt in front of death that his heart was breaking.

But the more he could do it, the bigger he smiled. Don't let the march or the horror in his heart be passed on to Van.

So that the heavy tip, the step, can be a little lighter.

"You were born in the North, but you didn't grow up in the North. I deserve to avenge the Northern grudge, but at the same time I'm not mad at the Northern grudge. There will be no one better suited to fix this world than you. Van."

I hate to admit it, but the Revolutionary Army was a slave of anger as much as it was a slave of ideology. Their judgment was more often wielded by emotion than by reason.

"If you're going to say that, go without resistance. I'll let you go painlessly."

Van said with malice. Of course, that did not make it easy for Ubows to remove his neck. The Revolutionaries knew that what they could face was death, and most of them, knowing that they were actually innocent soldiers, nevertheless fought with their lives at stake.

The Revolutionaries had to die fighting.

It wasn't a candle that went out on its own, it had to be a candle that went out in the strong wind. so that the people in the world who saw it, one day, when the wind stops, can try to light a candle again. It's the beginning of a revolution, so you can think it's worth it.

"Darkness is my realm. Van."

Ubow murmurs. In the deep darkness, he submerges himself into the deeper darkness, so that even the darkness appears brighter.

"Do you really understand what that means?"

It was the next moment. Van doubted his eyes for the strange landscape he saw at the moment. All the spaces that were submerged in the darkness were being distorted. I was losing the law.

That wasn't a strange landscape. Every night tended to disregard the law to some extent.

But now, U-bow was darker than any other night, with irregularities. Just like the fountain where Van once immersed himself, when he stepped into the darkness, everything he was doing at that moment seemed to be rejected and gone.

The branches of the apple tree, which stretched out into the darkness, became snowflakes and slowly scattered. Even the battlefield was a moment to enter a transient state of descent.

"Night……"

Someone put that word in their mouth in a fuzzy voice. Hearing the story of the night for the rest of their lives, they were still stepping into the realm of the night right now, but faced with the darkness of the last Ubow, they were forced to realize it. They still know they haven't had a real night. Beyond that, it's a real night.

Even though the Molgol Revolutionary Army was standing right in front of it, no one rushed into it.

They were able to win the Revolutionary Army, but they were powerless in front of the night the Revolutionary Army had always fought. In the face of that pressure of denial from the world, all they could do was stand back.

It wasn't even the strong ones. Dane retreated with a stiff face as soon as I saw the white flakes scattering across the darkness, and even Lucas or Great Britain did not intend to take his sword and fist in that darkness.

"... This is dangerous."

Lucas murmurs. His intuition that he should not rush into it prevents him from running into the dark. Not enough courage. It will not be swallowed.

I thought it was the Revolutionary Army that was dying, but is there still this much underpower?

Darkness shall fall before the light, and the law shall rise again.

And it was then. Jakarim's voice echoes the battlefield. Everyone raised their heads with a hopeful expression. Yes. They have Prince Balagoth. There is a spirit. If it is the power to fulfill everything in the world..

I should be able to deny that darkness.

.... Why does that darkness still glow like that?

"The prince cannot discuss the darkness."

With a voice that will only be heard by Van, Wobowe mutters quietly. It was a voice that sounded sad somewhere.

"He doesn't know the darkness. You can't discuss what you don't know."

The darkness will be overflowing. Until just now, the darkness that had shrunk was slowly approaching them one step at a time. The strength of the capital was also meaningless. All the Royal Army could do in front of the darkness was stand back at the same speed as the darkness.

The Revolutionaries were marching. At the end of life, in front of death, in the darkness, towards light.

Isn't that ironic? Rather, it's in the dark, so you can walk towards the light.

"The kingdom has always retreated in front of the night. It won't be any different today. That's their limit. I am busy showing off my power only in the place where the light reaches me, and I will turn away as if it does not exist. But the darkness, the night, exists. As we are here now."

And the kingdom will remember this day.

Incapacitating White Flame. Incapacitating Spirit. helpless knights and helpless soldiers. A powerless kingdom.

And I saw the Revolutionary Army moving towards the Light.

A group of people who tried not to lose us in the dark. Instead of being afraid to float even in front of death, we found warriors who were ready to immortalize us for ideology.

How easily common sense and the law they believed in could collapse.

Just like our busy look before we step back.

And, in front of the darkness, I saw the back of the examination as long as I didn't step back alone.

".. Van?"

Lucas called out half in a dark voice.

Van was walking forward. Towards a darkness where all the laws of the world collapse, and perhaps even lose themselves when they enter, without permission of common sense.

The apple trees are old enough. Without the apple tree, there was already a dark wall between the kingdom and the Revolutionary Army. Then it's time to jump over that wall.

I don't know what the world won't let him be, because I've already been through it with Sam.

It is he who allows him.

There's nothing to be afraid of.