Sword Whisperer

Have you ever been so grumpy looking at the clear sky?

Even the smiles of the passers-by make them cleave. One by one, the happiness of the people, the calm expression made K'Shatu angry.

Ezel doesn't show up.

I don't know why. I don't even know where. I don't know what I'm doing. All K'Shatu could tell was that Ezel was no longer appearing. And maybe it won't keep showing up.

"Give it up, K'Shatu."

The prosecutors said so. They have already seen this world for so long. Someone told me that Ezekiel would have already been sold out somewhere, and that if he was lucky, he might have been the wife of a wealthy jock.

It was strange. Those who had seen Ezekiel for so long and laughed as if one of her misdeeds was lovely, now they seem right not to do anything in front of Ezekiel's absence.

"There are already countless such things happening in this world. Visible or invisible to you. We can't save them all. I only urge those who are so arrogant. I understand your heart. But forget it, it's for the best."

Maybe their words are right. In order to live longer at least, it was right to set foot in as few incidents as possible. I drew a sword in front of everything that was disturbing to me, and I was forced to take it one day.

But K'Shatu couldn't stop so easily. Now that he's gone, Ezel leaves a deep footprint in the heart of the freshly made Kshatu. Every time his heart ran, his blood swirled around him with the scent of Ezel.

Why?

K'Shatu asked himself, She's the only one who talks to me for a second and slaps a knife. There's nothing he can get to find her. She had not lived long enough to share wisdom, was weak enough to share strength, and was poor enough to share wealth.

Nevertheless, without Ezekiel, K'Shatu had the intuition that my life would remain empty in the future. K'Shatu raised his body. K'Shatu, who had been waiting for Ezelmann at the stadium all day, moved before noon and asked him as if he had doubts.

"Where are you going, K'Shatu?"

I'm going to fix the problem. I'm going to find Ezel. I go to gather an empty heart. Multiple answers would have been possible. But K'Shatu replied:

"I'm going to find a life."

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I had this conversation with Ezel.

"K'Shatu, believe in God. He's always watching us."

"…… where are you watching us?"

"Umm..... from the sky? Maybe it's beyond the sun? There's a paradise full of light beyond the sun."

"Then you won't be able to sleep."

"You don't even have to sleep! I eat something delicious every day, and I live happily ever after with a good scent."

"…… is paradise a good place to eat and smell good?"

"Uh, it's not like that.... Ait, don't you even know that about being an adult?"

"I'm sorry."

"No, if you apologize, I..."

Ezekiel is confused. She was innocent, so I could believe there would be something I couldn't even explain. But Kchatu was different. His innocence was not just as good as Ezel.

So he could ask questions.

"But if God really sees us all, why are there so many unhappy people in the world?"

"That's because people don't believe in God."

"... but Ezekiel believes in God, but he's unhappy."

Yes. K'Shatu's innocence was like that. It's not purity that the world immediately accepts, it's purity that doesn't distinguish between the voices in me and the voices I shouldn't. Only after seeing Ezekiel's face stiffen at the moment did K'Shatu realize that I had made a mistake, but it was too late. Ezel said in a bitter voice.

"…… that's right. I'm not happy with my life."

"I'm sorry, Ezel. I mean……"

"But that's why I think we need to believe in God even more. If you believe and believe hard, it will increase your happiness as if you have the skill of a knife."

Ezekiel spoke as if he should. She scratches her head like it's nice.

"And to be honest, I don't even seem to be following the word of God yet…… I would be happier if I were more faithful, right?"

"Are all the unfortunate people in this world unbelievers?"

"Well, it's not like that, but...!"

Their dialogue, as always, often came to an embarrassing conclusion.

Kchatu stopped walking. And I looked up at the sky. Looking at the white shining sun, he prayed to the god of men, the god of men, the god of monsters.

'Protect Ezekiel. God, she's your child, isn't she?'

The answer doesn't come back. God is a creature that doesn't answer. K'Shatu hurried into his head full of silence, masturbating that the voice of God might have been sounded.

The brighter the light, the darker the shadow. Citadel did the same. Citadel's back alleyway was full of garbage and foul odors everywhere, and it was a miserable environment to be able to walk or live here.

And Ezekiel has lived there forever.

K'Shatu's complexion became worse as he went through opiates and stretched axes, perhaps bodies, and hangers. I trembled at the squeezed fist buzzers. Just thinking that Ezekiel had lived here, and facing that Ezekiel every day with an indifferent expression, K'Shatu felt like he was distracted by the water and towels she gave him.

"Oh, brother, you look fine? What about me? You can make it cheap, no, it's free."

Chronic opium inhalation causes skin detachment, and a woman with a tattoo speaks. K'Shatu asked a question instead of an answer.

"Do you know a girl named Ezel? He carries a knife, and he often has a gutter."

"There's not one or two girls in the back alley. But.... I don't know the name Ezel. But it's hard for free."

"…… what do you want?"

"I told you from the beginning."

The woman smiles. The rotten Nuron's teeth are cruelly exposed.

"Brother, you look fine."

"…… I don't have time to mess with you."

"Do you think I'm kidding? I……"

A woman could not speak. K'Shatu's blade was pulled out. K'Shatu chewed on her neck with a look like she was about to bite her throat.

"It's time to give me an answer. Where is Ezel?"

"…… If you ride up this alley, you'll see a torch with a bloody yellow towel. Ten steps to the right from there is Ezel's house."

"Thank you."

"Why don't you get rid of the knife first? And, to a beauty like me like this..."

K'Shatu moved before the woman even finished speaking. The sound of the whirlwind whistling followed him.

K'Shatu looks up at the sky. The sky in the back alley is blocked by all sorts of laundry and tall walls, so it is still dark as if it were night, even during the day.

'…… I don't see any gods or paradise here. Ezel.'

God's gaze does not reach this back alley. Ezel would have done the same. Outside the gaze of God, she prayed purely, and earnestly, more than anyone. How could such a prayer have touched her god?

K'Shatu followed the whore's words. I looked at the bloody yellow handkerchief, then turned to the right, and walked about ten steps.

The whore's explanation was vague, but K'Shatu could nevertheless find Ezel's house right away. There was a house in front of the door with Ezel's wooden sword in his blood. K'Shatu stood in front of the wooden sword for a long time.

It started to rain. The wrinkled hands protrude beyond the shabby windows and begin to collect the laundry one by one. Nevertheless, the sun was still invisible. The sky in the back alley is now covered with a cloud of food instead of laundry.

After his whole body was wet, K'Shatu knocked on the door. The answer didn't come back. K'Shatu knocks once more. Then I heard a thumping footsteps, and soon a big man with a red nose came out of his face.

"What? Did you come all the way here because it's raining like this?"

"…… is this Ezel's house?"

"Why is this the bitch's house! It's my house! Huh? You know how long I've worked, hiccup, uh, to save this house? Anyway, if you're hungry, just give me four fairy tales."

"......."

"Oh, I see. Stand.You 're being nailed to be a young man. It's a stand! It's a stand!"

After bargaining in the company, Kchatu looked inside the house. An older woman who looks like Ezekiel is staring at K'Shatu with a lifeless look. There was no Ezel. In fact, he already knew. Everywhere in this house, I didn't feel Ezekiel's guilt.

What K'Shatu could see instead were embroidered cloths. Perhaps that is why Ezekiel's fingertips did not have a holy day. K'Shatu couldn't take his eyes off one of the embroidery instead of the other, and opened his mouth.

"I'm here to find Ezel."

"Ezel?.. Aha, now you look better with quite perverted taste. But unfortunately. She's not here anymore."

"….. What do you mean you're not here?"

"Uh-huh, almost a year's worth of booze. That's a good thing. It was hard to feed because her mouth was getting longer anyway."

"Did you... sell Ezekiel?"

"I did. I didn't think anyone would buy a virgin. Although, his face is quite against it. After all, it's my power, so you have to thank me for the rest of your life no matter where you go to live. That punk bitch. Is that why you're going to live? Not as young as Ezekiel, but my wife? Pretty good?"

Had he known why K'Shatu's voice trembled, perhaps he would have been a little more careful what he said. K'Shatu looks at Ezel's mother.

Seeing Ezekiel's face wrinkled hopelessly, he thought of what Ezekiel would have looked like when he couldn't reach his gaze.

I don't deserve to resent God. Neither was Ezekiel sufficiently involved because he was out of sight. In a different sense from God, in the end, the same was true for Ezekiel, who also won an imaginary victory.

Kchatu turned his back. "Don't you buy it? Huh? Really? Shh, shh. Why are you bothering me?" The voice followed, but I didn't care. Looking up at the falling rain, K'Shatu walked for a long time, feeling all the stench that Ezel would have smelled stabbed him in the nose.

Then I went back to Ezekiel's house and opened the door. At that time, a man who was holding a bottle of liquor and looking down at my wife, who was pouring rain, looked back at K'Shatu with a hiccup.

"Well, what is it? Have you changed your mind?"

"…… Yes. It's changed."

K'Shatu comes in with the door locked. The man nodded in a single glance.

"Okay, okay. I thought about it. That's all it takes. Turn it off, especially until two times..."

The man was blurry. The blurred eyes of the intoxicant finally found a knife hanging from K'Shatu's waist. And K'Shatu is pulling that knife slowly. The man's face flutters like a cypher, retreating, and then his feet twist and fall. He puts the bottle forward and shouts.

"Well, what is it? You bastard, what are you thinking! Don't do anything to regret it! Do you know who's behind me? The Grey Shadows are behind me......."

"Did you love Ezekiel?"

"What? Turn it off!"

"Every time I ask you a question twice, you're going to get hurt more. Finally, I ask, did you love Ezekiel?"

A man grabbed his bloody arm and tried to step back. But there was already a wall behind it. When the man rolled his eyes, he knelt on his knees.

"…… I loved you. Yes, I loved him. So, sir, please..... please save me. State, I don't want to die, okay?"

"If you loved her, why did you sell her?"

"… well, that……"

"Why did you hit her?"

"Well, I was wrong. Again, yes. Cancer. It's never going to happen again. I promise. I promise, sir!"

"Why did you make her unhappy?"

No matter how eloquently he tried to answer, K'Shatu did not listen to him. Kchatu once again asked.

"Are you human?"

"…… yes, yes. He's human. He's the same man! So be merciful for once! And I'm going to live really, really well. I will never do anything bad again! Please…… give me a chance…!"

"…… No, you're not human. It's more like an animal."

K'Shatu growled. The brutal beast that hid behind humanity exploded as if it would no longer hold. The smell of the back alley seemed to be pale in Kchatu's body. It was the enjoyment of the beast.

"... God."

Facing that Kchatu, the man murmurs with a dull, white expression. He could smell the death sitting in front of me. Faced with a man looking for God, K'Shatu's eyes became even cooler.

"Do not pray."

The sun has been obscured a long time. Ksatu lifts his sword.

"God doesn't see you."