Sword Whisperer

'Thank you, Lucas.'

Lucas knew, for Van who had nothing, that his knife would tell him how deep and subtle the world could be, what world he would see if he were held by a talented man, and all that.

I could not say that the admiration he held for Lucas, a young man, was of such a deep level. But in a shallow heart, only a shallow heart is worth it.

Lucas was laughing. Smile like a wild dog. It resembles a smile that once stayed in the face for half an hour, but is essentially different from it.

[You and your opponent are fighting a knife of similar level.]

[Analyzing and absorbing the other person's sword….]

[Much of it is an interpreted sword. Increases absorption rate.]

Compared to the time he fought Lucas and Carl, Van had analyzed and understood his sword more than he thought. He took Lucas' sword as it was when he had nothing. After seeing which direction the young branches grow, understanding the structure of the mature tree is no longer easy.

'I admire you.'

Van's blade moves. Lucas' sword is actually almost completely analyzed. And the half-blade moves only toward the square drawn by Lucas' sword. Theoretically speaking, the battle should have been a long time ago.

But his eyes chase after a sword that could not be chased and stretch it out where it could not be wielded.

The battle is not over.

'.... It's ridiculous.'

In the end, Van's smile became slightly more pronounced. The fight with Lucas was delightful. It was good not to think about the weight the knife entailed.

Lucas seemed to tell him himself. I don't think it's hard. You don't have to take the whole world seriously. Of course, maybe he also has his own deep thoughts behind him. But at least the moment he grabbed the knife, Lucas was freer than anyone else.

Can't you accept his freedom?

Half jealous, half frightened, half blade tighter netting overflows Lucas. Can you still be free? How long can you not break its wings? In front of the violent question, Lucas' smile became darker.

"Best, Van!"

"!"

Van's eyes widened. Lucas' knife is faster. It was an invisible speed. And it wasn't just speed. His sword, which I thought I had read almost everything, was blooming more spectacularly to overcome him in front of a wall called Van.

It wasn't just the half that was growing at this moment.

Lucas is climbing the mountain of Lucas.

"I became a prosecutor to feel this...! Thank you, Van. Thank you very much."

"Thank you!"

Van's blade spreads like an apple tree branch. Given the shield, there was no great power in each catastrophe, but it was a pretty sick slash if still struck.

Those who remember the apple tree forest, which grew on the battlefield at night, shed an invasion as they watched Van's swordsmanship. They were proud to have undergone all kinds of swordsmanship as members of the Royal Knights, but Van's swordsmanship was so difficult and complicated that even the basic principles were difficult to understand.

"How is that possible?"

"You must not put consciousness in time and space."

Shade opened his mouth and replied. But my colleague was still an incomprehensible glance.

"That's the only way a knife can transcend construction?"

"If I could put my consciousness somewhere beyond construction."

"… so, is that possible?"

"It wouldn't be possible, usually."

"What? Fresh."

With a grumpy colleague behind him, Shade watches Van's apple tree without blinking a single eye. It's like you can't miss that swordsmanship for a while.

As the successor of the binoculars and scorpions, Shaid could at least measure Van's swordsmanship. He had to see the battle with the tightness and diversity of swords. When I swung the knife, I often felt that his blade could 'stretch' more.

'But he didn't stop in his mood.'

I'm not even jealous. The half-blade extends out. Like an apple tree, toward the sky, toward the sunlight.

Towards Lucas.

'More, more, more...!'

Lucas raises his tail in cheer. Van was the best opponent. It was Van who asked for the first tournament, but now he can't finish it.

How many of you were born as a prosecutor and have ever felt so full. No matter how ingenious he prepares for an attack, no matter how powerful he is, Van is more likely to burst back into more numbers.

Living with mutes for the rest of my life, I seem to have met someone who can talk for the first time.

'You can't outrun me, Van!'

If so, this conversation between them will no longer be possible. Lucas couldn't miss Van. They had to be parallel. So the parallelism had to allow them to grow infinitely.

Lucas throws himself between the branches of the apple tree that Van raised. Even the knights who watched the battle were dangerous enough to stop breathing instantly. But not in Lucas' eyes. In his eyes he saw clearly which branches were thick and which branches would give way for themselves.

Bait. Van was calling Lucas. And if you move your foot like that, there's gonna be an unparalleled hit waiting.

But Lucas couldn't avoid him. If it was real, it might have been a battle. It was the moment he had to throw everything he had and hit it.

He passed by the apple tree, and there was a half there. Half of the people with a pale smile had a mystery that seemed to transcend the world.

'Strange.'

Just like him, the boy who was an anti-celestial axe became an adult. As a less mature adult, half that look, half that strength, told Lucas a lot without a sound. Is it really right for you to live a life that only cares about the joy of the sword? Maybe it made you shallower, weaker. I heard those words.

'But Van, the world still needs a prosecutor like me.'

It was at that moment that Lucas' eyes began to shine with a strange light. Lucas' area is relatively simple. Draws all the information he has from every place his eyes touch.

In sum, as long as Van was in sight..... Van's movement meant that the attack could not escape Lucas' perception of one thing.

In that respect, this apple tree, which is twisting its branches like a spear against him, could no longer be a threat to Lucas. Lucas' wrist moved. The change caused by the shortsword promptly pushed the branches of the apple tree away from him.

"Hahaha, not enough, Van!"

"I will."

And Van quietly lifts the glass to the sky as he looks at Lucas like that. The power of the glass flows through the palm of your hand. The power to shed everything in the world. Doesn't that mean that in some way, anything in the world can move at her own pace?

So to move beyond Lucas, what should Van do?

What kind of prosecutor is he?

An examination of the sun? A test that spills everything out? An examination calling for an apple tree?

The unexplained answer fell asleep beyond his consciousness. All of these fights were actually meant to bring out the answers.

Lucas' body gets closer to the ground. Looking at his new brother shoot like an arrow, Van is conscious beyond the blade. Lucas does not have a characteristic technique such as apple trees or hemp. However, every single one of his attacks is organically connected and the same sensation as an animal leads to an attack that cannot come out of the stream and pressurizes the other.

In his talent as a prosecutor, Lucas would have been a genius if he hadn't come out once in his time.

But Van wants to fight him. It's a sword, not a gift.

'The voice of the sword.'

Not just glass, but the voice of all the knives he has grasped and swung, or struck. Those voices, which could not be expressed in the language, led the class.

Yes, he's a prosecutor who sees the voice of a knife.

Beyond his talent and years of preaching in front of Lucas, it is thanks to his voice that he has finally seen and can see.

Lucas' blade comes in half. Every time I tried to hold up the knife, the center changed a little bit, and it was a stab that made a difference. The moment Van's spill even swallowed the change and bounced the knife, Lucas naturally continued the attack as if he had already foreseen it.

"It's a huge sword. '

Lucas admired the attack while continuing. If we hadn't activated the realm, Lucas' flow would have been cut off a long time ago. Van's swordsmanship was so colourful that he believed he had one. It's endlessly easy to read, read and write.

This was the first time that it had been difficult to react, even though it had been difficult to read, since the area was activated. I feel like I'm facing an endless book. Hundreds, thousands and a half years of sleep.

But I read it. The pain that seemed to break his brain has been pressuring him, but Lucas doesn't care. As if he had lived only for this moment, he burned my body and attacked Van.

Looking at Lucas like that, Van's consciousness flowed increasingly to the sword. Some might say. Half the area, to the extent that the blade touches, is spilling everything. But it was actually a region of glass rather than a region of half.

If so, what is the area of half?

'......!'

Literally flames burst over Lucas' eyes. Numerous pieces of information came into his head. No, it wasn't just information. Above Van's blade, above his face, beside him, behind him, a multitude of faces began to reveal themselves one by one.

It wasn't just in Lucas' eyes. Everyone who watched the battle instantly witnessed the same illusion as the ghost. It is not enough to say that it is a ghost, but it is an illusion of inspectors who hold such a mysterious atmosphere.

And it was the next moment.

Van's hallucinations have fallen. It's like losing power, just being drawn to gravity.

With the world.

"Khh!"

"Hey, stay with me!"

"The shield is shaking!"

Spaceshippers pull up their power with coolness. It was strange. It didn't strike the shield directly, it was shaking like the shield was about to collapse. It's like I can't hold on to something like that in me.

Even a shield would do that. What about Lucas who faced it?

Lucas' gaze shines white. Countless pieces of information came to him. All this information flowed from the half-blade.

We must confront them. We cannot stand down like this. Lucas made that commitment and gave him more strength in his eyes. There is a blind angle in any sword. There can be no exception, Van.

After a while, however, Lucas was forced to stretch his knife with a laugh. At the end of the last step, the answer he got was really simple. I can't stand it.

Van didn't swing the knife.

The world was falling towards him.