Sword Whisperer

It's dangerous.

Your instincts are reverberating. It's not an instinct as a creature, it's an instinct as a being. Everyone trembled and celebrated the coming transformation.

The world is changing. Blue, red. Half of them held the knife with their eyes open in front of the coming changes. It won't be easy. I will not have been going through Luke had fallen for longer than that, but that could not be the reason for him to give up. I shouldn't have.

Bear.

Takes a slash position. Though I know I can't move forward, I recall the memory of the prosecutor who only trained to slash stubbornly. It was time to be Jenson. It was time to throw yourself in front of a reckless and overwhelming challenge.

Downstairs.

Tsk!

'.... Huh?'

Van had a strange expression at the moment. The knife in his hand was once an axe, and his gaze touched the half-baked wood firewood. It was time to stand still in panic at this sudden development. A freshly sounded voice echoed with a twitching, whirring sound on his back.

"Hey, what are you bruising all of a sudden? They're all waiting for you to wrap their necks."

"... No?"

"Why"

"What the hell..."

Van panicked and looked back at my hand and Anya. I heard an axe instead of a knife, and firewood instead of a hegan wasn't all I had left. Anya was young. Fourteen. Maybe fifteen. She was looking younger than she was when she first met at the Citadel Academy.

"No, why."

"Quickly defeat the firewood. Are you trying to get beat up by your parents again?"

"Parents?"

"Why do you suddenly open your eyes like that?"

Anya shrugs like she's absurd.

"What did you and your uncle say again? Did you squirm?"

§

They are craftsmen of the Sunwoo family who control charcoal and pottery. What was important here was that the voice they heard was charcoal and porcelain. Of course, the most needed to make charcoal and porcelain is firewood.

For that reason, Van gave them firewood every time he broke a gap.

"…… Today, the result of the firewood is very good. I think it was made by a woodworker who held an axe for decades. Is this really what you did?"

"......."

"Van. My father's asking."

Suya clasped her arms with a stern expression beside the heat. Van looks back at them in such a daze. They didn't even expect to see that face in their lifetime. They were already famous runners a long time ago.

But they were in front of him now. Van continues to stare at them with a half-hearted expression. By then, I couldn't worry about fever and sunshine either.

"Are you sick? I don't have a good complexion."

"..... Is the work done?"

"No, no……"

Van shakes his head slowly. He laughed suddenly.

"I'm surprised to be like this again..."

I'm sorry. I didn't say "tea."

§

I don't know how Hagan changed the world. I didn't even know how to face this world and how to face Hagan again.

Van swings his wooden sword into the air when time runs out. Perhaps if the named prosecutor had seen it, he would not have been able to impress him immediately and would have wanted to make him his disciple. No, maybe he wanted to be a teacher. The sword drawn by Van's blade may seem mediocre at first sight, but at the end it contained the ultimate truth pursued by all the prosecutors of the world.

But there was one strange thing. Once, Van had a real knife in his hand. But the knife didn't give him a voice.

He could no longer hear the voice of the sword.

'But you don't have to hear it, you can feel it.'

When I grabbed the knife, I could feel what they wanted. The history he had accumulated was gone. The laws and disciplines of this world could not be broken by his blade, even though it was possible to strengthen the will to cut.

"I have to say it's about four stars. '

It didn't just happen to half a million people. I couldn't go into that much detail, but I gathered and combined the floating winds from all over the place, saying that no one has the power to duet the laws of the world.

It wasn't the only one. This was the place of paradise that Hagan said. Any land in the world was overflowing with resources and supplies, the climate was mild, and there was nowhere to have neither day nor night.

People didn't hold swords. In this world, knives are almost as rich as ritual goods. So, the adults who saw Van carrying a wooden sword giggled, saying, "Are you going to be a priest?"

"Are you knifing again?"

"… not a knife dance, hmm… what's going on?"

"I'm here to roll."

"By my side?"

"My father said that it's the best place to have laziness next to someone who works hard."

Ania answered, and fell on the grass. Then I began to chew the grapes in the basket with such a happy expression.

"Want some?"

"I'm good."

"I should eat it all, then."

Anya was real. It was a peaceful and happy landscape. Van smiled warmly somewhere when he saw that, and then smiled again as if he could not convince me.

'Hagan. You are certainly cunning.'

Unmade paradise could be rejected. But if paradise is already made, it is not a matter of rejection, but of destruction. Even if he can destroy this paradise with his power or not, if he chooses it..... it will be like sending his parents back to the grave with his hands and destroying the happiness of many people in the world.

"No."

"Huh?"

"..... happy?"

Anya laughs loudly.

"Yes, very much."

I really didn't expect a heartbreaking day when she said she was happy.

The world was filled with people who were so happy that they hated it. Of course, not everyone in the world was happy, but at least the problem of the world pushing them into misery didn't happen anywhere.

That's right. There are no nobles who oppress them, wealth and resources are overflowing, and there are no life-threatening things. If he can't find happiness in this situation, he must be unhappy.

Every day was a happy day. If Van is satisfied with that happiness, it will not be the answer, but he was sure to be happy.

"Hey, Van. Are you knifing again?"

"…… Senior Glass."

"Senior? What kind of senior. You want to be a priest too? If you do, I'll let you call me Senior."

The hallucinogens hanging from the waist dance are shining. Glass looked at Van with a cool smile. She, the priest's daughter, always looked half the time and said, "Wouldn't you walk in the priest's path?" With her skill in handling knives, she said that she could raise enough consciousness to hold the mind of God.

"How could you do this? I feel like I'm handling the knife better than I am..."

"Let's see if Carl likes me more."

"Huh, you're being rude."

I smiled as if the glass was cold. It was cool. When she had to live by the sword, the depression she had to grapple with was nowhere to be found.

'He was a wonderful man. You too.'

There is no shade at the moment. Of course, in this world, it is harder to find a man in the shadows than a man without them, but the brightness of the glass was not just due to the world.

"Why do you treat him so well all the time?"

It was then. A red-haired man who came up from the back of the glass, roaring around the garden, looked half way up and said, It was Shade. He squirms and raises his chin toward Van. His waist dance had two sacks of ceremonial knives.

"On a subject without a knife, it's hard to be loved by a knife. You must be in love with the branches."

"You, didn't you get the last barrel on that branch?"

"Stand, Senior! It's not the way to God with the knife, it's the way to violence!"

"That wasn't a knife before?"

"......."

Shaid cries. Glass chuckles as she sees such a shade. As the glass begins to show interest in Van, Shaid raises his knife in front of the Van and frightens and teases him. Of course, the result was a half-timbered wooden sword.

Glass looked at half again. The knife in his hand was not made of shining steel, but it nevertheless looked more like a 'knife' than anything else. Glass asked in a strange voice.

"Van, are you holding a knife to find a god? Or are you holding a knife to swing it?"

It was a question that came in a little bit. Van quietly stretches his knife. And he looked at the glass and asked.

"What about you?"

"It's me who's always looking for God. But, hmm... I don't know. When you swing a knife, sometimes you just want to be okay."

"I'm looking for something, too."

Van said quietly.

"But I'm not sure that's new."

"…… would you like to find out?"

"Yes?"

"At the end of this month, I need one more person to dance. I was wondering if you could handle that."

"…… can I do that? I don't have that experience."

"It's okay if you don't have one. Your sword is smarter than anyone I've ever seen. Oh, yeah."

It was then. Glass loosened the hallucinogens hanging from my waist and gave them to Van. Shade's eyes were as big as a coin, and the glass smiled furiously.

"If you're going to be sacrificial, you need to practice with a real knife."

"......."

Van took the knife. Sacrifice. Perhaps there is no other way in this world to reach Hagan through the sword.

It's ironic. In this world where I lost my sword and touched it, Van again grabbed the hallucinogens of glass. Van looked at the glass. She thought her smiling face without shadow was beautiful, she wanted to protect her smile, and at the same time, she thought she shouldn't.

— Get up, Van!

That's what Glass said in the lost spring. She chose to be a knife, though she could live a human life, not a knife. Van went through the world and cheered for all those denials to be rectified. If so.....

"I will. The sacrifice."

Maybe the glass doesn't say anything else now.

Van wants Glass to be happy.

But at the same time, he believes that there is more than happiness in this world.

To receive the will of the glass, we must break the happiness of the glass.

Gripping the hallucinogens, Van looks up at the sky.

The sky was clear. Night and night.