Sword Whisperer

K'Shatou has been living with all sorts of things for a lifetime. There's only one alcoholic in the company who doesn't even have the courage to fight.

The condemnation happened instantly. Since the abuse and tragedy had lasted Ezekiel's entire life, this instantaneous death was not fair enough to feel rather like mercy.

Every time I tried to breathe, I vomited only the blood bubbles, and the man died of suffocation in my blood. But the corpse's death did not drive out the wrath that dominated K'Shatu. Though I thought I was out of the beast's life, it was K'Shatu's illusion.

In the end, humans are also beasts.

Its nature is ugly and horrible, and even animals are hard to see straight.

'..... Father. Was this what it meant to be a human being?'

The man who pushed my daughter's life into hell, or the man who swallowed countless human beings into tears, is different from me. Being human means you can feel sorry for the same human being.

And then, K'Shatu confronts the tragedy that dominates man in this world.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh... Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhh!"

During K'Shatu's judgment, his wife, who had not opened her mouth in a word, looked down at the rattlesnake gear and the man. That was the most horrible look K'Shatu had ever seen. It may seem joyful, it may seem sad, or it may seem angry. But in the end, there is nothing in that cry. He who has lived an empty life cannot even be full of screams.

So the scream was not a scream. She hated him too much to grieve her husband's death. In tears for my life, which has been oppressed for many years, she has already lost my life for too long.

In front of the woman who lost all of her humanity given to me, K'Shatu realizes what true humanity is. In that contradictory situation, K'Shatu was silent. It's not because he took her husband. It's not because of her ruined life.

The reason was selfish. K'Shatu, who dreamed of becoming a human being, might have thought that when he became a human being, all the questions he had would be solved. Naturally, the meaning of life may have been given to us, so we thought that every day would be true. But only now do I know. Being human means being more questionable.

Then K'Shatu understood that Van's life seemed heavy one step at a time.

'.... did you live to endure this?'

K'Shatu looks back at Ezel's mother. She stopped crying. She's just sitting there, she's probably feeling it by now. The way back is long overdue, and the way forward is also stubborn.

"…… I'm looking for Ezel."

K'Shatu quietly opened his eyes. Even the empty-eyed woman had no choice but to react to Ezekiel. She looks quietly at Kshatu. Ksatu was talking.

"I said I sold Ezekiel. Who did you sell it to? …… what did you sell it for?"

"I don't know……"

"…… it's an important story. Tell me about the impression of the man who took Ezekiel. If that's all you have to do..."

"When you find Ezekiel, huh? What are you gonna do? Is Ezekiel's life different?"

"It'll make a difference."

K'Shatu used to grip his fist.

"You can make it different."

"... Then why didn't you do it?"

"Yes?"

"If you could really help him, I wish you could. But why did you come to me like this when it was over? Why. Why. Why……"

She tries to make a sound, but instead, she burys her voice in tears. K'Shatu hasn't answered for a long time. Why not? 'You can't save everyone.' Would it have been by listening to my fellow prosecutors? Or, "I'm not in someone else's household. 'Cause of the same words?

Consequently, Kchatu did not help her. I couldn't help it.I was only consoled by looking at that clear smile and thinking that the shadow behind it was a sign of inevitable growth.

I owe you.

"It's too late. It's my fault. But I don't want to be late here. So tell me how to find Ezel's.... Ezel. I will definitely rescue her."

"…… a man in a brown robe. I hung a book with gold emblems on my waist, and I carried a lot of medicines...... that's all. That man sold Ezekiel so fast that he couldn't see long enough."

"…… Thank you. I will definitely find Ezekiel."

"You know, you. Seeing the skill of killing this guy, I think he handles the knife quite well..... Can I ask you something?"

"Yes, tell me."

A woman looked down at the ground for a moment. And I looked at my dead husband, and I held my fist and laughed. Like a cedar flower, it had a color and a dead smile. Nevertheless, that smile is beautiful....

"Can you kill me?"

It may have sounded even more unrealistic.

Kshatu shook his hand. In the realm of the night, he encountered numerous kinds of monsters. But none of those monsters ever asked him to kill. Life, survival, was a value that had to take precedence in any situation.

But this woman asks you to kill her.

It's like death is the only blessing that can be given to him.

"…… my life sucked. And it's gonna be lame in the future. I'm so tired of living one day because I don't have the courage to die. So, please..... let me end my life here. Make sure it doesn't hurt as much as possible. Huh?"

"......."

K'Shatu did not answer. But all he could do was stick a bloody knife in his sword. The woman's eyes darkened.

"No. No?"

"No."

Kchatu replied quietly.

"You need to be alive. Ezekiel needs a mother."

"Even if I'm too tired of that life?"

"I get permission from Ezekiel. Can I kill your mother? If so, then I will do you a favor."

"…… cruel."

"If so, I'm sorry."

K'Shatu bows.

"Nature is an animal, so I can't help it."

At that she bows her head again, and starts to cry as if it were too gruesome. K'Shatu waited for her cry. This time I didn't wait for selfish reasons. I wanted to be by her side.

When the crying stopped, she raised her head. And at that moment, K'Shatu took a breath.

"Please, Ezekiel."

She is a humble person. Both objectively and subjectively, her life was so messed up that it could no longer be. It's still raining outside, and there's no sun in Citadel's back alley.

Nevertheless, her black eyes sparkling in tears..... contain something that the beast can imitate.

K'Shatu said for a moment that God looked at him beyond the eyes of this poor woman.

I thought so.

§

"Argh!"

A white wall bites with blood. The leader of the Gray Shadow Clan, Bjorn, grabbed the curvature in his hand while he was less buoyant.

"..... What the hell are you? Are you doing this because we have some kind of repression?"

K'Shatu's raid really resembled the Beast's approach. When the darkness descends, K'Shatu infiltrates their stronghold and swings the sword like crazy. The shield was sliced off with the shield, and it was more foolish to try to face the sword than to raise the shield.

At least Bjorn, who was once a desperate knight, could not be struck by K'Shatu. Of course, even though his arm had already been broken just by taking out the knife once, he was lucky to still have this chance to speak alive.

K'Shatu did not answer right away. He looked around. The number of combatants can now be counted by hand. I can't afford it.

"…… do you know the name Ezel?"

"Ezel? Who the hell is that..."

"Then I have to find someone else."

"Wow, wow! Gi, wait! I don't know why you came to us, but if you can help me, I'll cooperate as much as I can! So please give me a chance."

K'Shatu's eyes sank. I gave him enough fear. It is time for him to listen to his work, even if he doesn't ask for it.

K'Shatu has been asking about the merchants who go to buy boys and girls. And the conclusion he came up with was that no one would do that unless they were the back alley wallpapers that run the cave.

It was not difficult to recall the ash shadow that Ezekiel's father mentioned. As soon as his thoughts were cleared, K'Shatu moved his feet, and the outcome was as it is now.

"Do you buy a child?"

"…… what?"

"Did they buy their children from their parents?"

"Why do we buy children? Kidnapping did it. They're overflowing in the first place, but they're asking us to work."

Yeah, that was the only bad part. Even if Ezekiel's father had a good relationship with them, there was no reason for them to take Ezekiel away with their money.

"…… If so, what do you know about buying a child?"

"That's probably the slave merchant..... Long since slavery is forbidden in Citadel, no one here has ever done such a thing before? And as I said before, there's a means of kidnapping, but is there a fool who wants to buy it?"

"......."

"Oh, my God, I'm sorry. Brother. I'm not trying to make a mistake..."

"Grey Robe. A book with gold emblems. And the one with the medicines is buying the kids. What about this?"

"…… a golden pattern?"

At that moment, Bjorn looked strangely.

"Do you know anything?"

"No, he wouldn't either. It's not uncommon for people to carry a book decorated with gold, but most of all, no one can hang it around their waist. If you have a medic in there..... it's more than you imitated..."

The moment Bjorn looked around. There was, of course, no one but them, but he nevertheless seemed afraid to say this out of his mouth.

"…… nothing comes to mind except the Alchemist, Potter Family?"

§

Porter.

One of the teenage doors. The blessing given to the family is' change '.' It is characterized by producing and supplying all kinds of goods and materials with alchemy using its blessings.

It's not a family that specializes in combat. However, K'Shatu was still no longer the only opponent to stand alone.

'.. Should I ask my father for help?'

I tried to solve it myself. I thought I could. However, no matter how much K'Shatu thought ahead and back, it was in reality a suicide attack against them alone.

'Somewhere near the teenage gate, maybe you're being treated right.'

'..... I can't say that I'm looking for her, it must be the way for her.'

'Even though I was a abusive father, I ended up being intoxicated by my feelings and killing her father?'

'K'Shatu. No matter how human you are, you are an animal after all. It's not about solving problems, it's about creating problems.'

K'Shatu had no choice but to be surprised by the weak sound that came from me. Survival instincts were holding K'Shatu's feet. You need to step back or you need to get help. Moving forward from here is stupid. It's not for himself, it's not for Ezekiel.

Fear of death has captured K'Shatu again. He may have known the human mind, but perhaps he was far from resembling the back of the Revolutionary Army that was still running towards death.

Between the clashes of self-esteem and longing for life, K'Shatu drifted around the back alley without a formality. Even the filthy smell of filth no longer bothers him. What really bothers me is the stench of my rotten mind.

Numerous people passed by the side of Kchatu, who was walking less and less. Whores who harass and seduce him. The pickpockets of the drunkard, looking down at the sword, looking at his sleeve. The wallpapers are staring at me with their nasty eyes as if they don't like something. Throughout the gray robe, the man passed by with an indifferent expression.

"......."

K'Shatu's steps stopped. He turns his head and slowly looks back. The man in the grey robe is stepping indifferently. K'Shatu's gaze slowly falls from the hood to the waist dance.

Books and medicines with gold emblems.

They were there.

It was then. My inner steps stopped. He slowly looks back at Kshatu.

"What do you want me to do? I have a sore back."

"......."

"If you don't have one, excuse me."

"Wait a minute."

K'Shatu opened his mouth. His hand was already holding the knife. We have to back off. It's not the time to leave. Even if victory comes from this fight, what will remain of him in the end is defeat, death.

Survive, K'Shatu.

We have to survive.

"…… do you know a child named Ezel?"

But in the end, K'Shatu asked the question. An unknown smile formed in the mouth of the corporation.

"I know. Why?"

"Do you..... have the child?"

The knife is drawn. The smile of the corpse darkens.

"If so?"

K'Shatu did not answer. The weak human body began to sweat in front of the tension of death. With a sweaty palm holding the knife, K'Shatu smiles without even knowing it. I don't know why. I didn't mean to laugh, but I keep laughing like an idiot. No, maybe of course. Now he's an idiot.

Stupid, trying to break a dead end.

But it's okay.

If you can find Ezekiel.

"I have to take her. The child."

Father, I think I found it.

The meaning of life.