Sword Whisperer

I can't back off. You mustn't back off. Hold the knife. Look ahead. In the dark, no, in irregularities that can no longer be called darkness, neither darkness nor light, as if looking into Sam's.

I understood that the people of the kingdom were terrified in front of this. In the arms of society, where rules and laws were promised, they had already lived a life in which it was natural for countless people to walk on the path. When you have to find your own way, when you have to make your own way, they're as scared as they are of being stubborn.

But Van never told the kingdom to walk. He didn't even enter the Knights and even threw away the Knight Cape. He could have been hostile to the Revolutionary Army, but Van decided to look at the Revolutionary Army with his own eyes instead of listening to the kingdom.

Every moment of Van's life was made of his choice.

Those choices may have been complicated at first glance, but they could have been as simple as both sides of a knife.

Cut or not cut.

It's time to cut.

Van throws himself into the darkness of Ubows. And it was that moment. Van had a chin, and felt choked. The darkness of Wobow did not allow him to breathe. But it didn't matter. Permission was not required.

"!"

Like the yelling of the goldfish, the coalescence that would not reach anyone's ears bubbled away. And it was the next moment. Following that bubble, across the front, a huge stung exploded.

Stabs, cuts, spills, all kinds of swordsmanship have blossomed from Van's hands. No, it wasn't just a sword. The life he lived, the thoughts he held, and the way he looked at the world sparkled like flint lights every time he wielded a sword, revealing the darkness.

"Beautiful."

I feel like I'm seeing the divinity trying to dodge the base. When I confronted the darkness and saw half of my light illuminating my world..... Ubou felt his heart pounding like a boy in love.

"Yes, Bear, Bear!"

Oobow's body melts into the darkness. Ubows was the darkness itself that lived here. And for him like that, Van was a bitten meat in my mouth.

But why is it so hard to chew that meat? The earth, the light, the air, all kinds of things were trying to attack against Van. The poison gas that would harden my whole body by inhaling it flowed, and the ground stood up and became a thorn and tried to pierce in half.

These were meaningless attacks.

When Van's blade flashes, all its laws lose their power. Just as no law would allow him to be oppressed, Van's blade became increasingly free and began to draw his world.

'I want to see it. I miss you, Van. I don't know what kind of world you're gonna make. On the corpses of me and my dear comrades, which sprouts will be cut.'

So Ubows pressed Van more desperately. Darkness thrust her teeth into Van like a living animal. Let Van's blade be sharper. It allows us to be sure of what he should be heading for the blade.

'Bear me, Van!'

The darkness and the blade, the world and the world, the flint and the flint hit. And every time that light blooms, it illuminates the world in the dark.

"Show me."

Van grabs the glass. There was only one thing I could show you here. There was something I had to show you here. For the warriors of the revolution who threw their lives for the world, and for those soldiers who will tell the world what to do here.

Because there is a lighthouse, this is the night.

It's not like there's a lighthouse at night. There's a lighthouse. There's a night. I don't know if that's true, but there was one thing that was certain.

Night may not be night.

"The ball."

I recall the world he showed me. It reminds me of his life that he didn't live the night as a night. Getting his sword back isn't really that hard. He had a whole lot of his life on his wallpaper right now.

"Ball......!"

A voice that only came out of his mouth until just a moment ago spread into the darkness.

And it was that moment. The wallpaper and glass in Van's hands swung towards the sky at once. It was a quick hit that was hard to catch with the snow, but the important thing was not at that speed.

The world was changing around the strikes. Where there was no heaven, there is a heaven. The land is settled where there was no land. The law of slaughter was re-emerging.

…… No, that's not the law that collapsed.

If the laws that just collapsed were to happen again, how could you explain that?

Above that fragmented sky, I saw the presence of the sun shining sharply.

"…… Ah."

I had no choice but to look up at the sky at this moment, whether it was the Royal Army or the Revolutionary Army. It was an unrealistic landscape. Night is night because the day does not come.

But in that torn world, beyond the torn night, there's a low glow.

Then whose day is that low?

The torn light falls from the sky and illuminates half. His shadow goes long towards the kingdom. Ubou looked attentively at the sight. Revelation, destiny, and the times have lifted Van's hand. Why did you have to be half-hearted.It wasn't like that.

But looking at the sun he was facing now, I felt like I knew why. Ubou reveals himself before the light. It contains sunlight that he has not encountered for a very long time over his skin.

"Daylight..."

"I'm going to bellow the night."

The one facing the night, the one trying to fight the night. You don't have to tell me which one of them can move forward. Woobow laughed bitterly.

"What is beyond the night…… I always thought."

The paradise of the revolutionaries is not just symbolic. At the end of the night, at the end of this disorderly chaos, Ubows always wished there was something to welcome them.

And of course, only morning can come at the end of the night.

"You haven't found the answer for so long."

"It was thanks to Ubou. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been alive in the first place. This sunlight..... would not have illuminated this place without you."

"Is that so?"

Ubows looked at the world torn by half the size of a stunt. Just as far as the knife is concerned, is he the area where he can draw this' intact 'world?

"… whether you like it or not, I hope you will one day be a prosecutor who can cut off the world itself."

"It will be."

"Good."

Oobow stepped out. The dark man, who was all my strength, escaped from the darkness…… into the realm of Van, standing under the sun.

'I'm old.'

It was the first time I had ever looked at Ubows in a bright place. And Van can only imagine how long Oobow would have worked. Leaving his face wrinkled, the worn and worn years fell asleep in a humble color beyond his eyes.

'To give you an end, should I be distressed, or should I be glad?'

Instead of saying something I couldn't take out, Van grabbed the knife. Ubows grabbed his fist. The darkness on his body was not flowing properly and was sleeping under the sun.

"Excellent, Van!"

Oobow's fist hit half the blade. Even in the absence of darkness, U-bow was U-bow. The life he had accumulated all his life, life, wasn't so easily baked and torn down.

No one got into their fight. Everyone knew this wasn't just a fight of force. It was the moment when the final mark was taken on the history of the Revolutionary Party, which had been struggling for many years. Even the revolutionaries grabbed his fist with dust, and dared not try to get in between Ubows and Van.

But instead, they ran away from the darkness of Ubows. Towards the royal army ready to kill them, just as Ubou ran out under Van's sun.

Why? '

Anya thought with a white-salt.

'When you leave that darkness, you die. I can't live. You're gonna want to live, too. You want to be happy. By the way, why.'

It wasn't Anya's idea. Looking at the revolutionaries who were laughing with tears as if they had only wished for death, while taking their lives, the Royal Army had to feel the unidentified heartache filling their hearts.

This was no longer a war. It was a speech, it was an appeal. As I walked through my life, the Revolutionary Army was shouting. Change, Kingdom. Please don't let our deaths go unnoticed. Now, look at the sky. Look at that sky. In the night sky, just like this, bright...

Can the sun rise?

"Thank you, Van."

Oobow's voice may have been wet somewhere. It is indistinguishable whether it was soaked in tears, soaked in bitterness, or whether it was just soaked in exhaustion. It may not even be necessary to distinguish. All Van needs to know is that Ubou is looking straight at him..... and that he doesn't regret this moment right now.

"I thought I'd die in the dark. Me, too, my colleagues. But, but..... I could die in the sun like this."

The sun rises even at night.

For decades the revolutionaries had not spoken, Van was proving this moment. Van didn't answer. He said he didn't know what to say. He just wielded a knife. All he knew was to enlighten the world a little brighter.

Ubows' fists are shaved off.

Little by little, little by little, like a statue shaved off. His past life was running towards the end. Rather, it was Van who was having a sore face, and it was U-bow who was having a skilful look.

"Don't mind. Van."

"......."

"Don't be angry, sad, or sick with our deaths. Something has to happen, and it will happen. You look ahead. Yes, yes.... Like now, looking at that sun, I'm telling people. Fear not the night. Even at night, the sun can rise. We can win that night. I don't always have to live in hiding..... And, and..... even what I couldn't say."

"......."

We don't have to hate each other.

There is no need to divert responsibility.

We can forget. We can move forward. You can also be a colleague with a hateful enemy.

Yes, the soldiers of the kingdom who are killing the Revolutionaries here will remember their hearts and their lives more clearly than anyone else.

Oobow's fist is broken. It's broken. It's scattered. In dark colors, towards the world.

Ubou laughed.

"You filthy world, can I ask you a favor? Van."

Under the sunset, the broken fist quietly stretched.

Van looked up at the sun without saying a word. It was morning.

The night of Ubows is over.