Sword Whisperer

Van gave K'Shatu a place to stay. To be honest, it would not be difficult to introduce him to the Knights, but it was not a matter for me to think now, unless I had a good look into K'Shatu.

'A monster who wants to be human.'

No, I was already human. At least from the looks of it, K'Shatu was an impeccable human being. But what about the invisible? Is his roots buried under the dirt still human? Is that possible?

Sitting on the floor with his back up, Van quietly focused his mind on his inner whistling voices. Some voices told K'Shatu to cut him off, even if he was a monster, that he should still be given a chance.

But soon those voices became increasingly distant. In fact, the biggest homework given to Van was not like K'Shatu at the moment. 8 Star Land. It was only recently that Van was able to at least look over the land. I was still unable to speak what the Bible meant, but I wondered why I would understand Malonama 8 in a few years.

Nothing is solved in the morning. Eight-star, practically anything that touches the sword's extremes. He's the only one I've ever seen who scored eight stars as a prosecutor. Of course, there will be a lot more of them, given the old tests in the Moon Sword, but they don't live in the same time as him.

"I don't know. Maybe he didn't come out of the world, but there's a journalist with a lot of skills. '

Nevertheless, it was certain that the 8-star landscape was touching enough in one era. If you count people who have reached 8 stars outside of the exam area, there will be more, but the number won't change.

At the age of twenty-two looking at twenty-three, even though he's already looking at the pinnacle of an era, he's already doing his best.

Above Van's knee was a wooden sword. A voice filled with the sword of the moon flowed into Van's mouth without holding it in his hand.

'The Guardian's first dowry is to make his sword his own.'

If you absorb all the voices in the Moon Sword and raise more voices than that, then the ownership of the Moon Sword will be truly transferred to Van. The ball was a failure. No, it was a failure of many defenders. The Guardian's power will help you understand the sword faster, but so will the guards of the battalion.

Van's consciousness was deeply encroached under the voices he heard, many souls. What Van wanted to see was not the life of the other examiners. It was his voice.

Finding it wasn't that hard. The louder the voices of the others, the clearer the presence of Van's silent voice.

'.... I see you again.'

Van said hello quietly. A half-voice with an expressionless face constantly swung a knife into the air. In the shadow of the apple tree field, every time the sunlight shone between the branches illuminated his face, Van's voice swung the sword even louder with a distressing expression. Expecting the trajectory to cut off the itch of sunlight.

Sometimes other voices came to Van. It usually ended in half a victory, but sometimes it didn't. I also did. The examination at the eighth grade with the wooden knife was not the only wooden one. All but a handful of those who had been the master of the Moon Sword had reached the 8th Star.

Van's voice desperately fought against them. He smokes apple trees, spills, spreads a scorpion sword, speaks six swords, and summons the voices of all the prosecutors he passed by.

But I couldn't win. The reason was a little cruel. Van was weaker than them. His voice was not greater than theirs, nor much.

"You still have a nervous face."

It was at that moment that the voice of the man was heard. A man with a gray hair mixed with black hair and white hair and a beard of the same color. I think he lived twice as long as half. Looking at the man who seemed to stand on the edge of youth and fraternity, Van bowed his head without saying a word.

"Are you angry?"

"…… not angry. It's not enough for me."

"Then it's a problem. The prosecutor loses and doesn't disassemble. Don't you lack a sense of responsibility as a guardian?"

"If I answered angrily, wouldn't it be a tree if I didn't look back at where I stood and wish for more than a fountain?"

"I'm sure he did."

"…… either way it's a problem."

"The prosecutor's life is always a problem."

The throat smiled. My family and family were so clear that I often wondered if he was really throated when I faced him.

Van said it was like a tug.

"If it's not a problem, it's always a problem."

"Now that makes sense."

"…… but if life is a mass of problems in the end, does it mean finding the answer? If we find an answer, there will be a new problem, and we know that we don't have an answer, but we're constantly giving ourselves a problem."

"The story will vary depending on what the answer is. But what you're looking for, it seems like a perfectly perfect answer that can be the answer to any problem so that you don't have to ask any more questions."

"At one time, I thought power would be the answer."

But I could tell by the example of the ball that it was wrong. Even though the ball had more power than half at the time, it could not finish half. There is not just a power in the world. It may be stubborn, or it may be the rule. If you lose to compassion, even if you have the power to bellow Tae San, you can't bellow a child.

"Sometimes power is the answer. You let the warriors of the Revolutionary Army spend their last days in paradise, because you had the power to do so in the end. But if you want that power to be the answer to all the problems in the world, it must be your greed. That's possible. We don't call it a test."

The eyes of his neck were strange. He looks at Van as he rebukes, as Tyre, and as he consoles.

"Do you want to be a god, Van?"

"......."

Van didn't answer. I never thought I wanted to be like God, but what Van wanted was something he couldn't do unless he was God.

Van pondered. I thought. And it was a moment for me to realize that I didn't have the answer to that question. Van shut his mouth again and opened his eyes instead.

Munet was there.

"…… Munet."

"What happened?"

"I'm not sleeping. I was meditating... How the hell did you get in here?"

"You forgot my old job."

The daughter of the band laughed badly. Van sighs. I didn't want to be disturbed. I was deliberately meditating in my private training ground, and the woman who was the symbol of this rebellion was quite far from being considerate and virtuous.

"What's going on?"

"Do people have to come to work?"

"It should have happened. I was just having a pretty important conversation."

"Oh, did you talk to him? Sorry. I thought you were just sleeping."

"......."

It was an audacious lie, but I apologized and said nothing. Van looks at Munet with annoying eyes, and he laughs.

"I'm sorry. I came here because I heard a funny story. You said you had a disciple?"

"…… That's bullshit. I don't raise pupils."

"I heard you had a place to stay. Your followers are feeling pretty overwhelmed. I've been stamping my eyes so hard, I'm afraid my first pupil will go back to the tough guy."

"You don't have to worry about that. K'Shatu, of course, they won't take my discipleship. I'm in no position to be anyone's teacher yet."

"Are you in a position to be a teacher? It naturally leads to a teacher if there are those who follow him. Do you know how many prosecutors are following you right now in Citadel? It's not just the misogynists. Some of them graduate from the Citadel Academy, some from the former Royal Knights, and some of them just hover around you just because they admire you."

"..... Where the hell do you get that kind of information?"

They were unknown if not investigated separately. Muñet frowned with one eye and replied in a haughty voice.

"I am Mutet of the Shiraz family. I don't lose in information wars."

"... Stop hiding like a thief in other people's training grounds if you're a woman of such a great family. Don't let your hair slip."

"The basics of information warfare start with hiding like that."

Muñet looked up to the sky and looked shameless. Van sighed, and Munette looked around and asked in a quiet voice.

"Haven't you heard from her lately?"

"…… I heard you don't lose in information wars. Don't you know that?"

"Your lover is not enough to have an information war..."

"......."

"I'm sorry. I know, actually. I didn't hear from you. Rumor has it you broke up. If there's a house with an overgrown daughter these days, don't you all call each other?"

"I didn't break up. We just decided to have a little time together."

"People call it a breakup."

"No."

Van said irritatingly.

Anya's been to the lighthouse for a year. In the end, after Nahar family decided to stand on the other side of Sunwoo, Anya felt uncomfortable meeting Van for a long time, and eventually left the lighthouse to defend the border.

I also wrote a letter for a moment. It has already been a year and a half since Ania's reply came back. I could go to him, but Van decided to respect Anya's doctor for now. I think it would be more burdensome if I met her and arrested her.

So I didn't break up.

It can't be like that.

Van rarely looked, and stared at Munet with an angry expression. Munette raises her palms when she pokes.

"No. Well, if you're really not, you're good at it. There are not a single or two families that are struggling to see you now. Let's stab him with something he can't eat, and he'll come in from everywhere. In fact, there will be a lot of writers who think that your concubines are pretty much the only ones left."

"Don't worry about anything."

"Oh, and there was actually a thing."

It seemed like I just remembered something.

"Watch out for the prince."

"Why did you kill him?"

"I've been seeing the Potter family a lot lately, and I've been making up things."

"Why should I be careful with that?"

"From this prince's point of view, there will be no one as thorny as you. It was because of the war with the Revolutionaries that the prince proclaimed his right of succession. And that war had such a definite effect that it was also due to the examination of the sun at night. But that prosecutor is on the prince's side, right?"

"No problem at all."

Van was a big face.

"He doesn't have the power to do anything about me."

Rather than speaking against the prince of a country, Munet did not deny it. As the saying goes, the Sunwoo family became a teenager again, and Van added more influence than the Sunwoo family, but not less.

Moreover, only those who came after Van in Citadel immediately had enough power to form one knight. Whether politically or physically, those who can deal with Van now are also counted in the Kingdom.

Muñet stares at half of it with an unknown eye. And carefully added words.

"…… Be careful not to become a monster."

"What?"

"I've seen a lot of powerful people become monsters for their own reasons. My father was such a monster once, and Shiraz... You know?"

There was no example as appropriate as Siraz to discuss monsters. Muñet laughed loudly and said:

"You're better off being an idiot like this."

"..... Let's fight this?"

"No, that's what I'm saying."

Munet kicks his shoulders. When I looked over her dark shoulders or face, I wondered why, but I thought of a woman who was white so pale as opposed to her.

But Van put his gaze back on the knife. It is not the time to pursue romance.

"Get out."

"You came in during your training. Stop interrupting and get out of my way."

"Oh, that's very expensive."

Muñet went out grumbling. I don't know why, but I left the door intact and picked out the window. Van glances at her vanished window for a moment, quietly closing his eyes with a knife.

After a while, he sighed and put down his knife.

"...... The barracks are up."

I had not been concentrating

§

The existence of K'Shatu was, of course, to be considered quite turquoise among Van's followers. I don't know what kind of skill he would have, but given that he didn't even get half the sword right and bounced off, it wasn't that great.

Nevertheless, Van gave Kchatu a place to stay. It sounds quite plausible that Van is trying to accept K'Chatu as a disciple, as there has never been a prosecutor that Van has taken care of so far.

That's why. In the place where Van is training, where Van hasn't shown up yet, they watched K'Shatu, who was wielding his sword silently on his own.

It was a simple swordsmanship at first sight. Basic slash, rigorous swordsmanship to the extent of stabbing. Of course, the speed we saw yesterday against the other half was not enough, but there were quite a few of them who were confident of that speed.

That's why. K'Shatu, who had been practicing on his own for a long time, soon had to meet the inspectors around him. K'Shatu quietly stops the knife because they are so close to each other that it is hard to swing it.

"What's going on?"

"I heard about you being taught by the Celestial Sword."

"…… Teaching?"

Kchatu pondered for a moment. It was natural for my father to teach my children. Even though Van was unintentional, Van's every move raised K'Shatu as a human being and led him all the way here. In that sense, the insider's words sounded reasonable. K'Shatu nods.

"Yes, I've been taught a lot."

".......!"

"Like that...!"

The inspectors behind the corpse sighed each time. Just in case, that's true. He grinds his teeth and says,

"What is it worth to you that he did such a favor? We have seen so many prosecutors ask him to teach. But no one could be his disciple."

"Well, maybe you didn't have a reason to teach?"

"What?"

"I wouldn't dare count what he meant, but he would have done something worthwhile. If you didn't, you wouldn't have found a reason or value."

The voice is mild, but the content is not. The man turned on the light in his eyes and said,

"How dare you say that all the prosecutors here are worthless?"

"That's not what I meant..."

"Fine. Then show me the good value. I can convince you with my eyes. Listen to the knife. Tell me your worth."

"Umm......."

"Why not? Are you scared now?"

K'Shatu replied with a shameful expression.

"Well, you could die..."