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Screech... My knife makes that sound as it grinds against the plate after cutting through the meat.  Mph... Why is meat eaten by the noble so thick? Why not put in a little more effort and cut it into thinner slices. I am now 10 years old and despite my initial reluctance to believe in reincarnation, I now found myself with no choice but to accept it as a fact as the memories of Blythe remain clear in my mind. "Jeremy!!!" My father calls out my name in a dignified voice and scolds me for my poor table manners. "Relax a little more", he says," As royalty, you shouldn't make noise when you eat, or were you actually trying to cut the plate? "I'm sorry Father" At the same time, I thought to myself, that it is impossible to cut a plate with a knife Father. Although I do understand what you mean, I was just wondering how much strength you would need to accomplish such a feat. But that is probably because of the memories of my previous life. I am alw...

  It was a terrifyingly strange feeling. I first noticed it long before I learned the language. Even before my vocal cords had developed, I was already immersed in my memories of the distant past. Even though I knows that I had no life to remember. I remembered. The sword of the fierce wind that blew across the battlefield. Beasts don't need armor. They have sharp fangs. Beasts don't need molds. All you have to do is shave the meat and cut the bones. There is no need to call the beast. They just roar across the battlefield. When I was young, all the knights ridiculed my "formless" swordsmanship, which did not belong to any school. It is not human. It is like a beast that crawls on the ground, swallows muddy water, and eats corpses. Yes, I'm a beast that speaks. I did not belong to the Knights and led a stray unit consisting of only a few people with whom I fought defensive battles for years. We were called mercenaries or hunters. Without me doing anyt...

“──────!” “───?” I hear voices around me. As my consciousness returns, the sensations in my body become clearer. The world is tilted. My cheek is stuck against the concrete floor and thick raindrops are hitting my body. Smack! “Uh-huh!” Before I could even completely grasp the situation, a kick flew in from the side and i curled up like a slug Smack smack! Kicks were hitting all over on my body, On my back my thighs and my shoulders How many people are around ... 3 maybe 4? "If not now, when is the next time we are going to get the chance to beat up a member hierarchy of the Blue Snake " “ He has been charged with murder. He killed a fellow gang member. It is a miracle that such a traitor was sent to prison rather than being killed.” “I've been looking forward to this because this guy used to trouble me in the past.” Gang. Hierarchy. Traitor. Murder. Prison. I tried to gleam as much information as possible about the situation through the conversation That is when I felt s...