Blade and Poetry

It didn't look like he was waiting for my response.He stuffed a piece of paper into my palm, and then hurried away in the dark night.

"If you want to save her," he said as he handed me the slip of paper.I looked at the contents by moonlight, and found that it was a hand-painted magic pattern, accompanied by some tricks of magic power operation.That sense of familiarity struck me again—it was similar to the magic trajectory that Karajan taught me to run when I opened up Soul Blade in my memory.

I stood dazed and helpless among the flowers, and I put the piece of paper into my pocket.It occurred to me that Karajan might not have seen my Dabi's medal—I wondered if I should hand it over to him.I remembered that his molten flame was still pinned in my coat, and I forgot to bring it to him.

How can the knife of the knife be given to others?It should never be a gift...it cannot be a gift.It is a part of the soul of the swordsman, and it can be received into the body with the mind.Without it, the martial arts of sword fighters will be shortened out of thin air; they will not be able to display their sword soul.

I pulled out the Molten.Its unsheathed blade was still slightly hot, and I held it upright in front of my eyes.The hand I held it was a little unsteady, and it trembled slightly all the time, just like my heart that was full of bitterness and sweetness.

I felt myself entangled in an immense mystery.I don't know who is stirring the calm undercurrent of the magic society and the royal family, I don't know what a taboo secret "fusion" is, and I don't know if there is something more complicated and more complicated behind Karajan's shadow. Huge conspiracy.It was as if in an instant I was no longer the controller of my own destiny, but a small one who was manipulated by this era.I don't know my own heart either.I'd always been reluctant to admit it—or believe in it—when it came, and perhaps I still do.Family love is maintained by blood and kindness, friendship has a vigorously built foundation, but love has nothing to rely on, it always grows on its own.No one can estimate its length in advance, maybe it is so short that it will turn into fly ash the moment it sees the sun.

I just always knew that of course Karajan was my favorite.If I still have love for anyone, of course it must be delivered to him.

But now—even if I were candid enough to admit its existence, would it retain any meaning?

I closed my eyes, and the molten flame in my hand was chopped down by me as if venting my anger.Those turbulent emotions made me lean over and gasp for a moment; the short knife was still pointed at the ground, and the faint light overflowing from it seemed to be able to drip down to the ground along the tip of the knife.

But then I seemed to hear some crackling noises, followed by a burning breath.Right on the ground where the point of my knife was pointing, near my feet, there were clusters of small flames burning.

I looked closer in disbelief, but the heat from the flames burned my hands.

I'm pretty sure it was Karajan's Molten I just wielded, not my own Charon.

I stroked the pale gold blade with my hand, and for the first time tried to fully sense the knife from Karajan.I swirl the magic through my hand and around the blade.I could feel my insides resonating with pleasure - just like when I was applying Charon.I am all too familiar with this feeling.I followed my instinct and called something to it.

So I noticed with horror that my sword spirit—those petals—was emerging from beneath the molten blade.Since they were not controlled, they started burning from the time they fell into this Charon flower field, and there was a tendency to gradually form a large fire.I stayed where I was and coughed a few times before I hurriedly drew the lines of the Raining Water Curse.

"How could I use Karajan's knife to cast my own Soul Blade?" I thought.

The intensity of the fire became smaller under the mitigation of the Precipitation Curse, but unfortunately my hair was also watered into strands, dripping wetly.The charon flowers on the ground were burnt to pieces, and they may have to wait until this summer to grow back more.Looking at the ashes on the ground, I suddenly remembered something, spread the knife flat in my hand, and conveyed an order to it in the way of feeling Charon——as expected, the molten flame disappeared under my urging.

This is by no means an illusion: I now have two different knives inside me.

I called it out together with Charon, and looked at them with complicated emotions.

"Conversely, if I can cast my Soul Blade on this knife," I thought, "could Karajan do the same—even if it wasn't his sword?"

I copied the magweave after that night; I gave it to Coleman.I can only assure him that this can be trusted, and it may improve Lando's situation.I don't know how Coleman negotiated with the personnel in the medical area, but Lando seemed to be getting better day by day, and his face was getting more bloody.In mid-March, she finally opened her eyes; except for a slight discomfort in her limbs, she looked full of energy, hugged us and cried loudly.

She also didn't quite explain the process of the magic circle's backlash.She said: "I have always been more sensitive to those things. At that time, I felt that the magic field in the corner of the roof of the main building was a bit strange, so I injected a lot of magic power in the past, trying to make it reveal its original form - and then I felt a pain all over my body , I don’t know anything.”

Thankfully our remaining days were uneventful.We spent some time tutoring Lan Duo for the missed courses, and then we all started to prepare for things after graduation.Odd is already preparing materials for applying to the inner court, and it is said that Coleman will continue to study in the inner court, and Du Ling let him not worry about the royal family's affairs.During this period, I quietly took out the molten fire to study it, and discovered a lot of its peculiarities-in addition to being able to be used handily as my own knife, it can also be finely adjusted in shape and size.I can shrink it down to the length of my entire palm.

The original two literature classes were merged into one, and a larger classroom was used as the venue.The professor who took over the fifth-grade literature class was rather boring, but most people thought of him well.I was always skipping his classes and only showed up decently for the last few classes.At the end of the class he took off his usual brown round hat and filled it with the slips of paper we handed him.He said we could write any questions or thoughts on it, and he would read them aloud one by one and answer them.

Among them there is no shortage of such content:

"I will miss you, Professor Jude."

"Will you continue to stay in Hoftas?"

"What do you think of Professor Fiasley (an attractive female teacher)?"

"Is it convenient to disclose the final exam questions of this year's literature class? Other subjects are also available. If you inform me, I will thank you very much."

I wrote "Who do you think is the best literature professor at Hoftas?" and his answer was rather perfunctory: "I have many wonderful colleagues."

However, among the various questions, the text on a certain piece of paper is still unique.When Professor Jude saw it, he showed a big smile, expressing that he would convey his sincere greetings to a mysterious person, and then read in a very solemn voice:

"Will you marry me, Lan Duo?"

After the question was read out in public, Professor Jude immediately raised his hands to show his innocence.I heard Lan Duo let out a small exclamation, and then the classroom was immediately flooded with booing and blessings.Everyone could guess who the note was from; Coleman beside her looked at her, smiling all the time.

The little prince and his Lando got engaged on the eve of the graduation ceremony.Just like in previous years, in the turbulent year of 857 in the new calendar, Hoftas's graduation ball was still held with great fanfare.At that time, I received the first task assignment from the Vanguard Army, which was somewhat of an assessment.The letter said that after completing the first mission, I could report to the Magic Society in the capital, and they would assign me to a certain number of the Vanguard Army.Before that, I can temporarily contact Professor Ryan in the college.

It was written in the letter that I should leave at the end of May to retrieve something somewhere in the Ninth City of Puguo. The specific address is accurate to the house number. According to the letter, the thing was described as a closed, palm-sized black box. .

I went to Ryan with the letter.I know that unconditional obedience to the country is the law that the Vanguard Army always keeps in mind, but that address confuses me very much.The letter was so vague that any details about access to the address were left out.I don't even know if it was a sneak attack or a handover.

Ryan frowned after reading the letter, and said seriously: "As your professor of magic, I suggest you give up this mission, Vicente."

"Can I?" I asked in surprise, "It is said that if recruits fail their first mission, they will not be able to be incorporated into the Vanguard Army."

"That's right," Ryan said, leaning over and asking me to sit down. "But your mission this time is really special. I can't imagine why the upper echelon gave you such a mission. All I can say is that I think it is very risky."

"Is it the mission sent by Ms. Lusi?" I asked.I thought of the new president of the Magic Society with short white hair.I've only seen her face in newspapers.

"No, it's not her. Although the Vanguard Army is under the name of the Magic Association, it actually belongs directly to..." He seemed to have changed his words later, and looked at me solemnly, "... high-level. In short, you It was not a good choice to take on this task."

"Is it because of my age? Or something else?"

Ryan pondered for a moment, and said: "There are all aspects. Believe me, I am not underestimating your ability. This task is not the responsibility of a young man, and I don't think a new fighter can really complete it."

"I thought you, as my contact person, would definitely persuade me to finish it with peace of mind."

"I really shouldn't have stopped you, Vicente," Ryan said. "It was just a professor's suggestion, not from your contact."

He handed the letter back to me, his eyes still waiting for my decision.

"Mr. Lane, I know I probably shouldn't ask," I said, "but the end of the matter itself, is it right?

His smile faded a little.There seems to be a deep ocean hidden in his eyes, and there are secrets in it that we all know to exist, but I can't penetrate at present.He said nothing, but nodded rather slowly and firmly.

"Then I have no reason to refuse it," I said. "Let me go, Mr Lane."