Sword Whisperer

What kind of test is Luke?

There is no one who dares to bear the sword. What kind of sword does the one who is named the First Sword of the Kingdom hold?

If someone asks Van that, he will answer:

He said it was intact.

If you ask me if it's complete, it's not. Unlike Sunwoo's guardian, who made all the knives mine, all Luke had was his sword. But Karl is not talking about Bondi.

Even with tens of thousands of knives, sometimes they lose light in front of a single blade.

'How beautiful this is.'

Van looks at the neck knife. And that's why I was able to say. I don't know what it would have been like when he was alive, but at least now...... Luke won't be a better examiner than he was then.

It's sacred. I didn't mean to look at someone's sword, but when Luke grabbed it, I had to. Even though it was a weapon designed to kill people, the tip of that cool blade seemed to be wider than the earth.

"What do you think your problem is? Van?"

Van fell to the ground. Luke asked, picking up the blade he had thrown at Van's throat. Van shakes his head as if he is not sure.

"Isn't it weak?"

"Then what makes you weak?"

"…… if you ask me what makes me not strong enough, I won't have enough time. Maybe there wasn't enough effort. But if you ask me what makes me weak, I have nothing to say."

"Is that what you're thinking, Carl?"

"I don't think it can be set aside."

"You are a prosecutor. Van."

Luke said in a serious voice.

"It's Balagoth's job to use horses as weapons, not yours, prosecutor."

"…… Thoughts and concerns have brought me here."

"A hook can help you climb the mountain. However, it is foolish to keep throwing hooks at the top of the mountain. The moment you have to spread your wings, it's foolish to be obsessed with the old thing."

"So what are my wings?"

"Don't think. Van."

I raised Luke's half and pushed him. Then I raised the blade again.

'However, I mean. "

That day, Van had to collapse in front of Luke's knife twenty-four times.

Van wasn't the only thing Luke had to care about. In the fight with Hagan, he breaks the Wall Sword and rolls it. It was the power of a bayonet that could change in any form, but it didn't work after it was broken. The Moon Sword has no longer changed, leaving the day only on the handle.

— I'll try. …… but honestly, I can't guarantee it.

Even though I didn't have it from the beginning, I had no choice but to feel like half my wings had been broken. The wallpaper, which can be turned into all kinds of swords, has long been a part of Van's swordsmanship, even if there is no voice in it.

"It looks like you want to commit to something."

"Everyone has one corner to rely on. No wonder."

"…… what do you rely on?"

"Sunshine."

Owen smiles and replies.

"If there's a tide, there's a sled, and if there's trouble, there's happiness. The greater the division in the kingdom, the greater the harmony that will follow."

"Then, in the end, misfortune will come again after that happiness."

"There is nothing eternal in this world. But one day the misfortune will end, so that happiness won't be worthless either, just as people can't take it for granted."

"After all, if all of that goes smoothly, what are you trying so hard to say?"

"…… I'm a leg moron. As you can see."

Owen pointed at my leg and said, Even if he pretended to be pretentious, the bitterness that could not be uprooted was contained in his voice.

"There's no big difference in treatment here, but I grew up in my homeland without being properly treated. How many times, I thought I'd cut my life off. It was a hopeless life. I don't think this broken leg will be all right in the morning."

".... Are you saying that there is no hope?"

"At least if I see this wretched bridge asshole floating around and living happily...... I'll try to slow down more people giving up my life. And, if they're lucky, they'll see the sun rise after a long night."

Life awaits only that moment.

Owen wants to tell you. Don't doubt it. After waiting, the sun will rise. You don't just have to be afraid of this long night, you have to live in hope.

"…… maybe someone doesn't see the East before the end of my life."

To make what I've been saying seem awkward, Owen takes it out. and added slowly.

"But the life that I gave up because I was not going to open my eyes, and the life that I was waiting for the sun to close my eyes..... which would be better?"

"I don't know…… I don't know. I can't let you lose hope."

"All I can do is make fun of my mouth. It's all I can do to keep him waiting. But..... Bandalf is different, isn't he?"

Owen looks at Van with a meaningful expression.

"Instead of me putting out a horse, you can call that dong with a knife. That's the power of a knife."

"......."

When Van saw Owen like that, he thought he already knew about Van's pseudonym.

But it didn't matter now. Van sneaks out a horse.

"I don't know. I don't think I can handle a rooster sitting on a torch these days."

"Is there a problem?"

"…… I'm learning a lot. He said that. Don't think about it. Just mean it."

"Thought is often a way of grasping people's ankles."

"Do you understand what that means?"

"There was a child. He's still about ten years old. He was being held in the back alley with his younger brother as a parent, robbing the pockets of drunk guests. And the law says cut off the thief's wrist. Based on the law, the judge said to cut off the child's wrist. What does Vandalf see in this?"

"…… It's a pity for the child. Sometimes it seems like the judge is too much."

"That's what it means. But people like me are different. If you forgive a child once, and now there's a world where every child in the world can't be punished for stealing, those thoughts make a judge like me. They put ideas first, and they're governed by principles. In the end, I'm not a person at that moment, I'm a slave to the principles."

It wasn't a simple story, but Van could understand what Owen was trying to say. Owen smiles softly and talks.

"I won't say the judge isn't right. But apart from that right and wrong, I hope that there's someone in the world who can save her. And that's the advantage of a knife. When I can't open my mouth because of the weight of my horse, can't Vandalf just approach and cut off the shackle that tied the child?"

"… but, can I cut it? Don't you think you're making every kid in the world a little thief, Owen?"

"The idea is for people like me. Bandalf, don't even try to carry the burden of the thinker. You've already lost a lot, haven't you?"

Van tries to tell the story of why he should not cut them at any moment, then pauses for a moment and looks back at himself. And then I realized. He was afraid not to think. During his time at the Citadel Academy, he lived the life of a tool that cut down what he just told him to do. And only after confronting Kane did I realize the disasters that irresponsible blades can cause.

And Owen even read Van's anxiety.

"I don't mean to swing a knife wherever you touch it."

It's just a mess.

"When your mind tells you the answer, don't hesitate to think that you can't go after him."

Van has been chewing on Owen for a long time. Someone might say that. Why do you listen to a crippled man like that? But the first thing that taught Van the beauty of knives was that they were all laughing at the criminals, just slashing them down.

Having said not to think, the prosecutor repeated his thoughts. And after that long silence, he confessed in a pale voice.

"Owen. Actually, my name is not Van Dalf."

"I know."

"…… did you?"

"Oh, my God, where's the guy named Vandalf?"

Owen laughed.

"But that's not the name, is it?"

"…… who was I?"

"I told you."

Owen said in a reluctant manner, as if he were talking about immutable facts.

"When I encourage people to wait for the East, you're the one who brings the East."

§

There are no wallpapers.

The fountain, containing all the essences of the protectors of the battlefield, can no longer be looked at by half.

But only after Van got away from it did he realize that what he needed most now was not to look into it.

Late at night, Van knocks on Luke's gate. The doorman says he can't wake the elder at this late hour of the night with a embarrassing face, but Luke reveals his half-hearted appearance before he even kicks Van out.

"What do you think so much about this late night that you have found me?"

"…… and vice versa."

Van grabbed the glass and smiled, revealing it.

"I felt like I was out of my mind, so I couldn't stay put."

"…… Oh."

Luke holds a strange smile in his mouth. The moonlight glitters along Luke's drawn blade.

"Then show me. I don't know how much I put it down."

That word became a signal. All the glass in your hand. The hallucinations that draw thin lines shed everything in the world.

It was not a conscious sword. Many of the swordsmen in Van's head are now more obscure than ever and have not really come to mind. But that didn't disturb Van. That blur helped Van rather.

It's not like I can't speak swords.

I was not begging for the sword.

Even if his brother is completely different, the weight of Van Iran's test will not be lighter. No, maybe that crumbling brother is the best fit to carry half the weight.

As evidence, look.

It's a good thing Luke's knife didn't fall out.

It doesn't spill here either.

"!"

Shock, shock, panic, and joy. All sorts of emotions passed. If it's a pity, it's not Luke's face..... but Van's face.

The cheers were out of hand.

Luke wasn't the one to watch it.

With the sound of bang! Van, who kicked a prestigious mark on Luke's foot, rolled the ground and breathed heavily. Luke put a knife in his head, leaning on the pommel and laughing.

"It's not far."

"I'm sorry. I was surprised at the moment..."

"That's it."

Luke shakes his head.

"It's been a long way, but it's been a little further than before."

"…… Luke."

"You made a great walk. Half a footprint."

I don't know how many more footprints to walk in the future. But Van smiled with pure joy.

At least not today, it's not a day of thought.

So put down your troubles and go as you please...

"Walking, walking."

Maybe it's okay to be a little relieved.