Sword Whisperer

At this moment, the man did not understand the truth of K'Shatu. You could die? Is it possible to say such things with polite words and expressions? Maybe he misunderstood something?

Such embarrassing troubles touch my head, and soon the answer comes after me. K'Shatu is sincere. I was really worried that I might get him killed.

"... I think you saw me with a lot of dog shit."

A man snarls and draws his sword.

"You don't have to worry about being useless. Your neck will run faster than mine. It's Jaygan. Name it. Freeze."

"This is Kchatu."

"…… good. Well, let's do it. Killing me."

Jaygan bends his knee and lowers the pose. He didn't have the blessing of a family. No, I didn't have a family in the first place. When the other children learned about the warmth of their parents, he learned about the cold and cruelty of the streets.

As a child, he fought the beggars of the streets, and as he was a little older, the hinterland scoundrels were the object of beating and biting. With a sword that he took away, he realized that I had a gift for it, and it led him to war.

In the war with the Revolutionary Army, he was one of Ben's soldiers who carried a knife directly to the warriors of the Revolution. He was also a living witness who saw Van's sun with both eyes. The respect and reverence he had for Van had already touched the realm of love, and that love made him a more humble incarnation of jealousy than ever before.

'That seat should have been mine.'

I imagined every day, being taught by Van, one night he saw himself calling out the sun like that. An apple tree field that covers the battlefield, with the appearance of inspectors exercising the power of the Workers' Corps.

But it always had to stay imaginary. Jaygan was talented, but there were many talented people. Very few inspectors were able to come to Citadel because of Van.

Citadel was a battlefield. There was no sound of war for Van's liking, or every day with a sound. And everyone was dreaming only of the day they won that war. With that triumphant negligence, I hope to get Van's heart.

However, the man who had not once soaked his foot in the war waited by Van's side for a moment.

'I can't convince you.'

If K'Shatu's swordsmanship had been at a level that no one would have dared to stand with them, he might have convinced them to use it. The bird must have been rowing with the bird, groaning at my life without wings, and looked at them at the same time.

But what about K'Shatu's swordsmanship? To speak honestly, to speak badly, what point in that swordsmanship has gone beyond him? Why K'Shatu, and Jaygan?

Seeing the knife with several twisted feelings, K'Shatu pondered.

'.... If you kill him, you'll be angry, right?'

It was only a short time ago that I said that everything that touches my teeth is not an animal that bites. It was only by taking a man's life already, that Van had no doubt to let him go.

But I couldn't help but feel like I wasn't going to kill him. How can we beat a mouse that runs to live to death without getting hurt as much as possible? Just a little tightening will break that bone like a branch, and if you step the wrong foot, it will flatten like paper.

K'Shatou, who has lived as a monster that eats people for life. The bloody past told K'Shatu. How do I kill the prey in front of my eyes at once, and chew on that meat? However, the past did not tell me how to get rid of that hunting rage.

K'Shatu's hesitation was also evident in the movement. His attitude was so unusual that he was a novice who had never held a knife before.

And that stupidity attracted Jaygan.

"—!"

The knife is fired before it even resonates. The weight-bearing Bastard Sword explodes rapidly with gravity and aims for K'Shatu's arm.

I was cut off. Everyone thought so. Even though it was a great test, it was too late to react. It was an exquisite angle, an exquisite point.

However, it was the next moment.

Siing! Somewhere with a horrible sound of iron, Jagan's blade bounces. In the meantime, K'Shatu grabbed the knife in reverse, scratching the jagan's blade and bouncing it.

I think I'm going to tear my hand. I was glad I didn't miss the knife. But Jaygan focused his mind on it with malice. It was an absurd reflex nerve that didn't go with clumsy swordsmanship. But I couldn't afford to be surprised by that. The fight began, and now all he could think about was how to beat him.

'Speed is faster than me..?'

That's okay. I've never dealt with an opponent faster than that. If so, you can see the battle with power.

However, when the swinging strikes were once again easily jammed by K'Shatu's knife, Jagan had to correct his calculations once again. K'Shatu was never under his power.

'All you can see is a battle... Is that a gift?'

Jaygan slowly cleared the street. K'Shatu did not try to narrow the distance even though he grabbed a ride. Thanks to this, Jaygan was able to take a short breath.

If he is pushed from the reflex nerve, speed, power, everything he can rely on is the sword itself and..... his life has been piled up.

His swordsmanship, trained through practice, was different from the white-skinned swordsmanship he had learned from the teacher under the roof. He thought he would use the opponent's psychology. If you can predict how your opponent's knife will move, your opponent's power and speed will be his. And Jaygan was more powerful than anyone else in the world.

Jagan's whole body stretches out toward K'Shatu. Whether it was melted in the mitral, intercostal, non-abs, humerus, forearm, thoracic, or all sorts of unnamed muscles, Jaygan knew what movement he would take, even if K'Shatu took a preparatory action.

'I didn't expect to use this technology...'

The head is dull. Reading the other person's movements is no different than recognizing two bodies in a way. Jaygan didn't have the skills to do anything like that yet, and this fight had to end as soon as possible.

Jaygan runs. Whenever K'Shatu's muscles twist, his blade is already slanting away from where K'Shatu is aiming.

It was the moment that Jaygan won, no matter who he saw. However, I wanted to see him the moment he saw his face, and the next moment, he twisted and rolled sideways. And it was the next moment. K'Shatu's blade pierces where Jaygan was until just now.

"......?"

"Argh......."

K'Shatu looks at Jaygan with a slightly puzzled expression. Jaygan moved as if he had anticipated how he would move even before he moved. It resembled the Battle of the House in some way, but K'Shatu did not know about the House.

"Can I use a little more power? '

A small smile blooms in K'Shatu's mouth, which he did not even recognize. Even so, he was a fighter. Wherever his life may be, the roots of it will surely be in struggle. What he loved the most was fighting, and probably it won't be any different in the future.

Several times and the same situation was repeated. Lead K'Shatu's gap, and surprise in between. It was a simple operation, but no matter how big the gap was created, K'Shatu's savage instincts led him back to Jagan in no time.

In a more intense fight than I thought, even the crowd watched them, keeping their silence under tension. At least in swordsmanship, Jaygan was quite hand-picked among them. I received offers from various knights, and rumors spread that the war with the Revolutionary Army had been quite successful.

But that Jaygan was not avoiding the classics of K'Shatu. No, actually, I've had a lot of wins. But the moment of apparent decision-making, no matter who sees it, ended up just in vain in front of K'Shatu's movement.

Everyone was persuaded. Even the Jay Dry Car was persuaded. K'Shatu had something Van could see. It was neither his strength nor his speed. Neither the horrendous reflex nerve, like that ghost, was the real power of K'Shatu. Jaygan looks at K'Shatu's face. Kchatu was smiling.

"Predator."

Jaygan unconsciously put that word on K'Shatu's face. Yes. If K'Shatu is special, it's because he's a predator. The weight of the movement itself is different. Like a human being who was destined to bite and swallow everything in the world from birth, K'Shatu's movements produced the harshest and wildest consequences, regardless of its intentions or processes.

The sweat began to flow from the body, even though it had not yet moved so much. Jaygan grabs the sand from the ground and burys it in his hand. The knife is held tighter. K'Shatu did not target Jagan's gap, but he did say thank you.

Kchatu is strong. Admit it. It was a kind of strength I had never seen before, but it might have caught Van's heart. I couldn't admit K'Shatu. It was a fight I started. Now the reason for the fight was gone, but Jaygan didn't reap the sword.

I didn't back down even though I realized I couldn't win at some point.

"......."

K'Shatu couldn't understand that Jaygan. The basis of the fight is to distinguish between the opponent who can win and the opponent who cannot. It's no different from killing yourself when you have to defeat an opponent, and he will soon give up his life.

But why is it that now, Jaygan's eyes are burning more alive than ever?

It's absurd. It doesn't make sense. But at that moment, K'Shatu recalls the warriors of the Revolutionary Army who were running from Jagan to death. And, despite the certainty of defeat, I came to think of myself as the first evolution into a 'human'.

Is life real when you walk toward death?

"No."

Without thinking, K'Shatu denied the proposition. It is always death that awaits the end of life. But life awaits death is only death itself. It wasn't K'Shatu who peeked at Jaygan, at the Revolutionary Army, at Van.

They are not walking toward death.

Death does not grasp their ankles.

They walked toward what was beyond death. Even death, even the desire to live, was inevitably high, and dreams led them. And even if the consequences of their lives were not death, they could be something else.

'Dreams.'

Dreaming life. Jaygan's life flowed all over him. Low jealousy tickles K'Shatu. As Jagan's life shined, K'Shatu felt like my life was getting more dirty. So it was.

Kchatu made a mistake.

"—"

The information that K'Shatu's muscles convey flows into Jaygan's head, and Jaygan calculates his next move.

At that moment, K'Shatu's blade explodes.

Chakan! The reflectively lifted Jagan's blade could not serve as a proper defense. The next moment, Jagan's sword was shattered, and K'Shatu's blade literally sliced into his chest.

The slash did not give him a jagan because K'Shatu was purely awake at the last minute. The sword snatches Jaygan, and Jaygan flies through the sky like a windstorm, just like K'Shatu was hit by Van a while ago.

"Big, big……"

"Jaeghan!"

People rushed to Jaygan's side. K'Shatu gazes at Jagan, who coughs with slow breathing. And I had eyes on him. Seeing his eyes whirling with tears, anger and sorrow,

The winner was jealous of the loser.

§

"…… Van has a disciple?"

"Yes, degenerate."

"He thought that he had never collected his disciples before…… What is the reason why his heart rate has changed?"

"I'm investigating right now, but I haven't even dug up the pupil's image yet."

"Mobilize more people. If this is a sign that Van is trying to build an inspection team, it must be destroyed somehow. We can't increase variables at the same time right now."

"Yes, degenerate."

The luggage bowed. Abon grabs his stubborn forehead and looks down at the paperwork. Ever since Van appeared, things have not worked out properly. The war with the Revolutionaries was disguised as far more noble and noble than it really was, and while Jacharim was considered a wise prince who made the right judgment at the right time, Avon was treated as a wealthy and jealous prince.

'If those prosecutors, whether really crowded in Citadel or not, are half the people...'

It was horrible to imagine. Van often didn't even know their names, but Avon knew exactly what they were. All they did was investigate, some of whom Avon tried to recruit, but some were rejected.

Avon looked down at the documents for a while.

The document could not be moved to the next chapter so that the day would be bright.