Sword Whisperer

If you think of the most significant changes that have taken place in the kingdom in the past year, there is nothing more important than that the Nine Gates have returned to the Ten Gates. In some ways, the impact of the return of the Sunwoo family on the kingdom was greater than the disappearance of the Revolutionary Army.

"…… do you know how much of an offer it is?"

"Before it's too much to offer, it's an agenda that must be reviewed."

"It's only been a year since the Sunwoo family returned. But you're already claiming the Northern subjugation? You don't have to worry about it!"

"If you talk in a year, you won't mind. If you talk in two years, you won't mind less? Erchen Gazu. This is not a matter of time, it is a matter of necessity. And it's not exactly subjugation in the north, it's recovery. There's a pretty big difference between the two.

It can be greed to have what is not, but to take back what is lost is a natural attitude to have as a human being. Erhen looks around with a boiling look on his face.

"I'm the only one against this agenda? Why doesn't everyone have a voice?"

"…… Reclaiming the North is the right thing to do no matter when."

"Vindelheim family!"

"Listen to the end. Erhen Gaju. I haven't told you when it should be. It's only been a year since the Sunwoo family returned, according to Erhen Gaza. Of course, I'm not here to talk about mindlessness. The war with the Revolutionaries is over, but the wind of the Revolution is blowing stronger than ever. I don't know if it's wise to turn your gaze to the North at this time, even when it's hard to get stability inside the Kingdom."

Several householders nodded at the words of Vindelheim. The claim to reclaim the North is truly justifiable. But should the time be now? As long as the benefits they could gain through the North were limited, their attitude toward the work had to be relatively passive.

"Moondale, give me some advice. When is the most appropriate time to promote the North?"

The spirit asks. It's still rattling somewhere, but it's polite to say it's still the opposite.

Everyone's gaze turned to the moon. Even the power of this prophecy seemed to be glimpsed in that it attracted the attention of the great masters before taking out the words. Moonlight remained silent, then heavily lifted his lips.

"Depending on what the criteria are, the timing is different. The sooner you look to the distant future, the better. The earlier you chop the stone, the better."

"What if we look at it now, not in the distant future?"

Halab asked in a dry voice. Mundal looked at Harab. Unlike a dry turn, no one knew how much Galet cared about his personality. Their blessing right now was life.

"Right now, there's going to be a lot of blood."

"Then Galette is the opposite."

Halab immediately opened his mouth and replied, as if there was no room for concern. He looked at the main source.

"Master, I have no intention of joining you in making sacrifices for the future. There will be no change to the idea that life now is more important than life that has not yet been born, and I don't want to see you discussing the future that you have not yet experienced and expelling the sons of the kingdom to their limbs. Because the future is the future for Sunwoo……"

"..... That's right! Where do the kingdoms benefit from promoting the North in the first place?"

That's why the principal had to keep his mouth shut. When I argued here about the legitimacy of the restoration of the North, I almost became a selfish man who only thought of my family.

But the spirit was different. Even on the political front, he sat as a martyr, not a politician. He twisted his thick eyebrows and said,

"You don't talk about responsibility when you talk about reality."

"…… what do you want to say?"

"When the North collapsed, the kingdom failed to protect the people of the North. What did we do when they lost their homes, their homes, and their families? I defend those who are in my territory, and the kingdom defends those who are in my country. I think that's the most basic Dory."

"So, to pay back the debt of the past, you ask young people in this country to shed blood again?"

Halab's eyes were dazzling. The spirit grips the iron ball that was playing with it like a toy. At an instantaneous pressure, a lump of iron rushes red and flows between his fingers.

"A man can't grow unless he bleeds. Neither is the kingdom."

"…… I have seen so many people who lost their children and fathers because of that logic. Blood doesn't just call for growth. Rather, it usually brings death. You try to dream of happiness, but those who dream of happiness cannot be happy forever. They're more accustomed to drawing than to enjoying happiness."

Let's risk our misfortune to be happy right now. That is courage and patriotism. How many people ended their lives in the face of misery?

In front of more than one confrontation with reality, the shareholders gaze further at each other. And it was then. King Schmidt quietly threw his horse into the midst of the confrontation.

"I'd like to answer the question," Is it worth taking back the North until I bleed? "I don't understand a word of caution that says peace is more important right now. But you should not forget that peace is the peace our family has gained by turning away from being torn to pieces at night."

"......."

Halab had no objection to him either. Schmidt's words followed.

"But you have to be careful about choosing the timing. The fire of the Revolution has not been extinguished, and it is hard to say that the Kingdom is ready for the night."

"…… You are right. Your Majesty."

The principal respectfully bowed his head. Under the same circumstances, it was no good to go back to planting Schmidt. Schmidt opens his mouth slowly.

"I will not vote. The agenda is Northern Reclamation. Raise your hand in favour."

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Look at the twitching muscles. Whenever a person contracts and relaxes, it creates wrinkles that are grasped by each of those wrinkles, resulting in a dynamic movement that appears as a result of those wrinkles. I wasn't watching someone else's movements. Half of the slash was melting in the air like a paint. It was once considered the earliest sword of the earliest family, the 'academic sword'. A swordsmanship that made me tired of releasing the power I was given.

The sword was stubborn enough to be obsessive, insomuch as it was a swordsman who was not satisfied with the power given, and did not rely on it, to build his own world. And because of that stubbornness, Van was able to paint me with a strange sword.

And I wasn't the only one who watched half of them. Countless knife-filled men flocked and opened their mouths. It was strange. Van, who is wielding the sword harder than anyone else, is not actually half, but the remnant of his sword.... He seems to be standing and doing nothing.

"…… to be able to read all the knives in the world meant this."

Someone murmurs. The remains were not the only ones. Sometimes three. Sometimes five. And the remnants that blossomed were spreading different swords. I wonder how I could spread so many swords with one head at the same time.

'How many of those remnants can there be?' and someone advised me. He thought the number was ridiculously high, but if he knew that the number could not reach the right answer, he would be frustrated.

The crowd, of course, was all inspectors. Each of them belonged to the Royal Knights. Few of them walked to Citadel, pursuing only the fame of the Celestial Sword.

At the end of Van's training, everyone with towels or water rushed to Uruguay.

"Sword Ho, here's a towel...!"

"Oh, thank you. So, the name is……"

"It's Cuffron!"

"Yes, Cuff."

Van smiled lightly and accepted the towel. Cuffan was impressed by the fact that my name was called to him.

Van was never hard on my followers. The people around the silk said, 'They will be your strength one day.' I shouldn't have said the same thing. They came all the way here with just one admiration for the sword. Van's innocence, who had been stealing the armor of his childhood, seemed to be still in his heart as he got older.

Sometimes Van sat down with them and talked about the knife. Few of them tried to fight the sword, but most of them realized my level and retreated.

Van's retreat has become a popular spot in Citadel. Even though they were not practicing silk knives, many inspectors flocked and watched Van and saw him practicing together, feeling a strange awe that could not be expressed in words.

"The Celestial Sword can already discuss the Kingdom's First Sword."

"... I don't think so. He said it himself last time. I'm not good enough to hold on to Luke yet."

"Even so, it won't take that long to go beyond Luke? If you can make that experience your own by grasping a knife, what's going to be so hard to get beyond Luke?"

"Well, it'll be a matter of time."

"I think I might have already jumped. He only replies humbly with respect to the elder."

Such stories drifted around the mouths of the knife-bearers. It was one of those days. As those who had come to watch Van's training as one day formed a crowd, a black-haired man in dirty clothes stepped into the crowd.

'.. Ugh, smell.'

What is it?

'Are you coming to see Van now, too?'

'Leaving being a villain.... It's so horrible. I think someone just came out of the battlefield.'

Even though he was covered in rags and clothes, the man had little or no makeup, whether his body had not been washed for a long time or covered in mud and dust.

However, those who tried to steal a man with contempt were forced to look frowned upon him like those who heard no jokes at all.

'…… what kind of man, his face…'

He was beautiful. I couldn't even conceal the smell of soup and quicky smelling all over my body. Pure eyes, like those of a boy, made us feel humble when we frowned at him, and the preference for dust-covered lips was so selective that our hearts were choking.

It was a curious beauty. When those who were frightened by the beauty looked back one by one, they could reach the crowd without saying a word.

And his steps, they didn't stop.

"Are you going to challenge me? '

No one could challenge such a swordsman unless he was a fool. I'm glad I stopped on the disgraceful line, and if I got lucky, I might get cut off somewhere.

But the man didn't stop. He stops walking until the time of Van's blade stillness. Facing a long-time challenger, Van turned his head and asked in a petty voice.

"…… where have we met?"

It was a familiar energy somewhere. Above all, the company's gaze on Van was filled with delight, as if it had met a longstanding friendship. The man opens his mouth quietly. There was a thick voice and a stiff voice that did not match the odd appearance.

"I've traveled a long, long way to reach you. Van."

"... I think so. Are you going to challenge me?"

Instead of answering, the man smiled and drew his sword. Looking at the blade of silence, Van looks strangely. It was a blade of a color that half had never seen before.

"What's your name?"

"Kchatu."

"Huh?"

Somewhere familiar with the name, Van's expression became strange. Ksatu smiled quietly.

"It's been a long time. Van."