Sword Whisperer

What does it mean to break Siraz, break their bond?

Can you ring something that is not in your hand as if it were in your hand?

Reason asked that question. Reason always did. When he looked beyond construction, even when he was looking for the sun in the night sky, reason always asked if it was possible. Reason discusses reality and speaks of limitations.

If he had listened to his voice, Van would not be able to stand here right now.

Shiraz looks at Van. One older woman, she, one day, had two, ten, and furthermore hundreds of faces and looked at him.

Each one of the branches that led to his body was carrying one's life. But that didn't solve everything.

'What is the branch of Siraz Sarah?'

Van questioned. There were too many branches extending from her. I didn't have enough time to look through each of them and find Sarah's identity.

"Arotep. Get Sarah out."

"…… what?"

"If it's really Sarah in front of you, help her stay with her!"

When he asked me to make Sarah Sarah, Arotep did not know what to do. But it was a while later. Arotep raises a determined expression and holds Siraz's hand with his handcuffed wrist.

"Sarah."

"......."

Siraz did not deny Arotep's words. Her face was filled with curiosity as to what would happen in the realm she could not understand.

Make our bond.

….. Why should I do that?

I want to make sure with our eyes that this bond may not last forever.

If it is not eternal, if it is a cohesion that ends at the end of the day, there is no reason why it is not now. No, at least for as long as their meaningless tradition can stop harassing their offspring.

Tired of the principle, the principalists were expecting it to be broken with all their heart. At least half the eyes looked like that.

'Find it, Van.'

Van's eyes glowed. Numerous branches were all of various shapes. It was a huge amount of life that Gigi would die from just facing. I have to live with all that at once, so I can understand what it's like to live in Syraz.

I don't think he can get rid of that weight. That is more than topical interference, and I still don't know for sure what Siraz wants in the first place.

But at least for a husband who's looking for a wife, for a moment, it's a good idea to make time with my wife.

Wouldn't it be okay to interfere with that much?

Van's gaze was on Siraz and Arotep. Between their hands, a few strands of grass spurt out and bind each other.

Van stares at Syraz in a dazed moment. She didn't feel much different. Although, I have a lot of branches hanging from my body, and if I feel something weird about the roots of that grass, that would be even weirder.

"…… I found the string. Siraz.

"Is there a strap……?"

Siraz opened his eyes in circles, as if he did not expect such an answer. In fact, it was a request from the beginning, repudiating. There was not a single person who broke the bond of Siraj in history, and it was not logical to think that history would change now.

Van says he found Siraz's string. He didn't even hesitate. Half said with straight-eyed eyes, as if it were more difficult to speak clearly, invisible.

"It's time to bellow what you asked for. Do you really think you can do that?"

"......."

Shiraz hesitated. Tens of thousands of Shiraz made tens of thousands of voices to answer him. But in the end, it was one mouth, and there was only one answer that he could give.

"…… let's move on."

The last thing they said, they moved to the quarry. Arotep was still holding Siraz's hand, and Siraz did not shake his hand. Of course, he would have followed a more calculating reason than he was romantic to leave his hand, but Van nevertheless wanted to find romance in his calculations.

Let's go.

The apple tree branches, which are not visible from Van's blade, begin to grow. It was the moment that the branch was in Siraz's eyes. A huge shock shook the world.

"......!"

A noiseless scream fills Siraz's throat. I had to. The shock Shiraz had to deal with now was not a shock to shake one's life. All the Shiraz were being attacked by Van.

It was a terribly powerful force. Siraz questioned, no matter how great the prosecutor was, his life was only one life after all. By the way, how can he stand here in front of so many Siraj's crowds, without being pushed around in front of his history?

The answer soon came to Siraz's eyes.

They were inspectors. They weren't the only guardians of the Silk Sunwoo family. The masters of all the swords that Van has digested so far, the inspectors with all sorts of faces and expressions, were running behind Van.

'I'm not pushing.'

Confronting Siraz is never easy. When the night was slashed and the sun was lit, the pressure was still tightening in half at this moment.

But it's not just Syraz who has a long history. Van's life will be short, he has already looked into the lives of countless people. And they inscribed in his ears the voice of the one stalk that their life had, one by one.

And now, all those voices were ringing from half a knife.

Van swung the glass. Following the trajectory he draws, one voice, in the form of an apple tree branch, warms the syrah. And every time that branch got entangled, every time it hit, Van had to feel Syraz's life literally weigh him down.

I can't allow it!

Siraz said. No, Siraz's cohesion said. It was ironic. I asked Van Siraz if he could free Sarah directly from their bondage, but the branches that stretched out like the jungle were moving one by one to get away from half the blade, or to face each other.

"You'll have to allow it."

To reach Van's target, Van inevitably had to carry the weight of the world on his sword. No matter how heavy the history of Siraj is, how much can it weigh on the world?

'I can't stand the fact that I can't even solve a family fight.'

Between the half-open lips, Van's bitter teeth were revealed. In front of the hard weight of the carriage, his face was full of red.

Every time a branch touches you, your knee will be crushed. Van shouted.

"Who are you?"

Siraz.

"No, you're not Syraz."

Van wasn't looking at Syraz Sarah's face. It wasn't even a branch of consciousness that came out of her body.

It was a monster.

I don't see it when I keep my eyes on the branches. But if you look at the forest itself, not its branches..... why haven't you noticed this before? A man with a very ugly body was sitting down and looking at half.

It was a huge mass. Though, the forest of consciousness made up his body, it had to be huge, considering the size of the forest.

"Siraz is but one. But one can't be a true meaning."

Van's voice did not reach Arotep and Shiraz in front of his eyes. The quarters where they were already standing were not ordinary quarters. As the realm and realm collide, the colors of the world have already changed for a long time. In their world, only the forest created by Shiraz's consciousness, and Van's apple tree forest, were filled with eyes.

Arotep shook Sarah's hand and shouted. Van's realm puts the world he sees above this world. So, he could see what Shiraz was looking at Van.

"...... Siraz……!"

The same voice as sighing is scattered. Shiraz resembles a human being, but he looks worse than anything else. The arms have grown and melted, and if you want to see a face on your head again, dozens of hundreds of faces look like pores and disappear.

Even Shiraz was surprised to see me like that. Shiraz, connected by tens of thousands of trunks, looked at the 'Shiraz' that Van looked at with a dark expression.

"Do you see us here...?"

Siraz mutters. Van replies with a loud voice.

"I see it, don't you think it's just in my eyes?"

"…… If so, what? What about that?"

"Reality."

Van said in a loud voice.

"I can't see the invisible. That's what you call Syraz."

Siraz has numerous voices. However, the voice they eventually follow is not their own…… but a compromise somewhere in the middle line of that voice.

Is it Shiraz?

Can it really be their will?

Maybe that was Syraz's stubbornness, and that was the principle. Their tradition in sight was that they had a horrible and terrifying face. Shiraz's hands trembled. He was not the only one holding Arotep's hand. Syrazzes connected to the branches lost their horses trembling in the lighthouse, in the forest of Eustein, in the walls of Porter, and in the courtyard of the east.

It's a minor word.

Shiraz said, "No Shiraz can speak for itself, but it has always been Shiraz.

I'm an executor, Judge. The shepherd who leads those little ones who cannot discern what my opinion is will not take away any of their sheep from me.

"Well, I think we should take that sheep with us now."

Van shrugs. An enormous eye rises above Siraz's head and looks down at Van. Faced with those solemn eyes, half did not retreat. It was so horrible that there was no such monster in Abyss. But blade fighting is not just a power battle.

Van looks at Shiraz. Seeing that he did not know whether Siraz was Sarah, Siraz, or a ghost serving Siraz, he asked.

"Finally, let me ask you one more time. What Vera said, can I cut it?"

"Is that...?"

Shiraz was a disappointed look. It has long been known that Shiraz tradition and spirituality are not just as beautiful as they wanted and expected. But I never thought that they would live beyond their consciousness.

Van asked again.

"Can I bear it?"

Shiraz looks back at Van. There was quite a lot of confusion over that face. However, despite the chaos, Siraz ended up saying it in his mouth.

"…… Please cut."

"That's enough."

There is nothing to hesitate about. Van is above all Syraz, but at the same time he looks at what cannot be Syraz. His arrogant and determined eyes seemed to know the truth all over the world, and therefore half knew it was a fool.

As long as you're not a fool, no one can know everything in the world.

"Let's go, Senior."

Van grabs the glass.

It's a chance to clear Siraz's debt.