The Swordsmaster who reincarnated as a Shota prince doesn't want his ex-disciple to find out his identity : Chapter 1

 

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 anything people who called me teacher just got together and started to follow me around without my permission.

The knights who ridiculed us as a group of beasts lost many lives in battle, but not a single one of us beasts died. We defeated more enemy generals than any other unit and were sure to survive any harsh battlefield.

At first, the knights were troubled by our existence, but soon they had to shut their mouths.

As I repeated these feats repeatedly, I eventually became feared as a sword demon by the enemy and called a sword saint by the state.

Sword Saint Blythe or Hero Blythe. A beast roaring on the battlefield.

That was my name in my memory of my past life.

But there is no end to the path of the sword. Because he was "formless", there was a fixed way of fighting, and even after receiving the title of Kensei, I simply continued to walk the path of the endless sword.

However, it is regrettable that because of that title, I became involved in domestic politics and had less time to wield the sword.

For the most part, it was a bloody life, but nonetheless, it was fun. Very fun

......。

So, that's it. What can I say?

Apparently, I Blythe, who had died of nowhere, have miraculously reincarnated.

My name is now Jeremy Woldingham. I am just a poor kid. A kid with a dish knife in his right hand instead of the oversized sword, and a fork instead of a spear in my left hand.

I can't even slice up the meat on my plate thanks to this, let alone people and monsters.