Sword Whisperer

The blade spills. The blade, which reveals the sun at night, overflows even the laws of time and space and presses the giant of Syraz. But the giant didn't look nervous at all.

— You're trying to cut something that you can't.

The branches of the giant are beaten a few times and cut off. But he was a forest, and a few were cut off, so nothing was greatly affected. No, in the first place, he was trying to connect with each other as he continued to grow at this moment.

— But even Benda, it doesn't mean anything. Shiraz's cohesion is perpetual. If there is an instantaneous disconnection, it cannot mean an eternal disconnection.

"That's creepy. Let's do our best."

Van replied that it was absurd. He was tying and rebuking half as if he had never existed.

"You're not a person. Shiraz is no more. Even if Siraz's conclusion can be you, Siraz's wind can't be you.

— Isn't it time to know you can't live by the wind? Half.

The giant asks. Van swings his sword without a word. His consciousness touched beyond where they were located, and the branches of the apple tree grew more fertile and sought to confront that 'monster'.

— Growing up is about having the courage to walk the opposite of your dreams.

"Discussing reality is an excuse."

— Can you really say that's an excuse? Rather, aren't you too weak to give up your dreams? The path that has passed, sometimes impossible, does not even paralyse the signs of reason and force you to keep walking?

The branch of the giant slowly opens towards Van. One by one was Siraz's consciousness. Some of them whispered to Van. Be strong. You have our permission.

But I also whispered some things like this. Hmm, I think he's right. You can't live the way your heart tells you to. You have to believe in the power of reason.

Maybe that branch wasn't even in Van's mind. Each one of them has dozens of branches.

However, the half was not shaken.

"What about the world you've created while pretending to chase Shirley like that? The children of Siraj have not been deprived of the right to live my life since birth. Is that what you're talking about? If that's the case, I don't want to walk towards you."

— For the greater good.

Siraz replied.

— If the spirit of Siraj is not connected, then if Siraj did not act as a crook, would the kingdom be as serene as it is now?

"I have no intention of denying Siraj's contribution to the kingdom."

Just looking at their role as telecommunications networks, they were certainly an important axis of the kingdom. If you completely stop connecting your minds like now, running the kingdom will certainly be more uncomfortable than ever.

"But if so, when will Syraz's suffering end?"

The giant didn't answer. I could not answer the question of when the suffering of Siraz would end. Half set the blade against the ground.

Of course, Van cannot end Syraz's suffering. But if Shiraz's cohesion is lasting, it means that their suffering is also lasting. Van wanted to show them. I believe that that bond can be broken at any time. Whatever the time, they may also have a day of rest.

Instantly, Van's blade seemed to become bigger than a giant. The giant's eyes grew.

Qaaaaaaaah!

The heat sounded.

The dissolution of the branches was warming each other. Concepts, ideas, and concepts were struck, and thousands of screams and voices were shed, and they disappeared like a pomegranate.

"This is……"

Shiraz shook his body, holding Arotep's hand. Having lived in connection with consciousness, they remembered everything that had been going on since the beginning of the Kingdom. But none of those battles made such a spectacle.

"Are you going to perform a miracle again?"

Siraz mutters. Arotep holds Siraz's hand tighter without saying a word. Siraz slowly looks back at him, as if he had felt the presence of Arotep again.

The Arotep Peninsula and the Shiraz were incomprehensible. Why would they believe they see the invisible and try to touch the untouchable? What makes them dream? How can belief make people dream?

Siraz looks into Arotep's eyes. Arotep was staring at her with unshakeable eyes. He was convinced she was Sarah.

"I'm Sarah?"

Siraz asked, "Arotep opened his eyes and immediately nodded with a smile.

"Whatever anyone says, you're gone."

"......."

Siraz was silent. Arotep was not the only Siraz in front of his eyes. Hundreds of Shiraz thought simultaneously.

'Could she be Sarah?'

'Then what about me?'

'Can I be Roebuck?'

'Can I be Jay?'

'Can I be Priss?'

In the midst of so many questions and troubles, the branches of Siraj began to shine. Of course, the giant felt this side, and Van was no exception. The branches around him started muttering together.

Who am I?

—.... The human mind is weak.

The giant lamented. Numerous minds were wandering without grasping the reed. Giant's eyes became more intense.

— I can't keep an eye on your disappearance anymore.

And it was the next moment. Until now, just like it was a prank, the giant raised his body. It was a huge body that covered the world. Van swells the apple tree branch as much as possible, but he is blocked by the branches that extend from the giant's body.

— Get the fuck out of my world!

The giant rushes. It's a fast pace that doesn't match the massive mass. Half in front of the stretching fist swung the glass in a hurry, but the next half bounced off dozens of footprints.

'It's heavy...!'

And that wasn't all. Syraz, who had accumulated history for nearly a thousand years, never lightened the depth of his martial arts.

Sometimes the sword is held in the hand of the giant, the spear is held, and the bow is held. He's trying to change the type of time-vision martial arts and weapons.

The movement, to be honest, was the most demanding of the opponents Van had ever experienced.

Besides, the power of giants was not the only one.

"......!"

Van swiftly lowered his back and dreaded the knife, as the horror felt from behind his back. In a gust of gusts, the statues of the giant who was about to occupy and overrun his back were poured into the air.

'Is there no reason to be involved in a single body..!'

Given that all Syracuse live like that, this giant couldn't have done the same thing. Van stretches the glass as he looks at the demons of giants who begin to rise one or two from all sides. The giant said in an arrogant voice.

— You know there are things in the world that can't be knifed.

"…… I don't want to know."

Van twists his tail. Had he been able to roll with a knife and picked without it, he would not have been able to cut the night. The warriors of the Revolutionary Army would not have been saved until the end.

Foolishness, which does not think impossible, sometimes leads to the right answer.

Van looks up at the sky. In Van and Shiraz's world, the sky was full of eating clouds, not even me.

I want to clear that cloud.

The beheading was a stunt with such a notion. Van's mind shot into the air passes through the clouds. The giant frowned and looked at the half, and soon he was forced to doubt my eyes.

— What....

The sun was floating. But what surprised him was that Van didn't just reveal the sun beyond the eating clouds. Sunlight shot through the clouds, revealing half a shadow.

The first was glass.

"…… look here. Senior."

"Ah…"

Glass moaned as I saw my body embodied in reality. Glass wasn't the only one. All the inspectors who had been through Van's life were standing there.

Usually, this was not the level of welcome that Van often showed up when he pulled up his strength. They were there, and they also had their knives. The giant frowns.

— Do you see how you can overcome me?

"I want it back, literally."

Van smiled.

"Have you seen how you can overcome me?"

No further dialogue was needed. Against the furious roaring giant, Van and the inspectors both fled without hesitation.

Those who are not even sure of their own existence,

It was just the fight of those who had invested their whole lives in cutting.

It won't mean much to discuss which one of them prevails, but to put it bluntly...

Even if it's just one life, if it's all sold out in one way, it has a pretty sharp thorn.

The Giant Self has fallen one by one. All the branches that stretched out like a snake were blocked by half the apple tree branches, and the pace at which the body was erected slowed down.

And when the fight was over, the giant looked up half way through the body like a newborn.

— It's meaningless.....

The giant spoke loudly.

— Cut off our bonds and make the sacrifices of countless ancestors meaningless, so what the hell do you get?

"I don't know what I'll get..... but Siraz will be able to dream of tomorrow."

— That disconnection would be temporary. Siraz's bond seems to be like running water, and after time her spirit will be connected to us again.

"It doesn't matter if it's an instantaneous disconnect. If a husband could hear his wife for a moment."

— …… I will regret it.

Van lowers his knife to the giant. The giant disappeared with groaning. And with him, the inspectors who helped Van concealed one or two with a smile.

The fight is over. It's time to reap the fruits. Van approached Siraz. As the direct mediator who summoned the giant was her, she had an almost exhausted face.

"…… I don't have time. I don't know when he'll recover again. Can I...?"

"Vega."

Siraz replied, "I don't know if it's Siraz, Siraz Sarah or either of them, but I don't need to know any more. Van looks at a strand of branches that still connect her to Siraz.

And I slashed it.

"......!"

It was a counter-elastic force that could not even be compared to when the giant was called. The history of tying them together tried to push the half-blade into a dreadful position. It was a thousand years of history. It was a thousand years of tradition. It wasn't as negligible as roasting beans in a lightning bolt in the morning.

However, Van is the one who is trying to move this world that has been stagnant for a thousand years.

The blade digs and holds the branches. Slowly, slowly, but without stopping.

And time had its consequences, as always.

Syraz's branch was cut off.