Cursed Sword Master

When did I become aware of what I am...

I'd forgotten about it a long time ago, but when I realized it, it was on someone's hips. Since then I have changed my owner many times and have always rushed through the battlefield.

But... since when? I became dissatisfied with the skill of those who possess me.

Having been on the battlefield for a really long time, I found myself with experience in battle and how efficiently I could handle a knife to fight.

My raw as a sword since I realized that was just a painful day. I resented and continued to regret my inability to move and curse the users who would only rely on my performance as a knife... regardless of the fact that my voice would never reach me and I would never be able to move.

Those crazy days were spreading...... by the time the battle (going) had only shifted from slashing each other as swords to modern weapons such as firearms, I had come to be festived by the company.

Instinct as a knife sought a strong battle, but it is not bad to continue to be decorated like this if it is enough to be used by the immature again.... That's what I thought.

That's what I thought, but I got caught up in a war mess and was to be taken away from the company by someone. But the time had already passed to fight with a knife, and even when it was taken away, it never acted as a knife.

I walked among the favourites over and over the money in consideration, and it was in that collection that I eventually settled down.

The inside of the collection was dim, so well quiet and calming that it could never be described as a cozy place, and countless swords that had been gathered like me were stored there in the same way.

Few of the swords they've been collecting since ancient times were as willing as I have been. Even knives who could not communicate their intentions understood that knives made with superior skill and passion had the power to convey emotions.

Then I find out that those powers are skills called 'empathy' and 'communication of will', but that's another story.

Life in Zao was so lukewarm.

It had already been a long time since a war had broken away from Japan, and I had given up on demonstrating my main power as a sword. I used to tease the older knife better than I was decorated next door to clear up that worry, but I kept feeling dry on myself all the time.

It was sudden that changes came every day like that. Yes, yes, a walking baby came in from across the door that was open to change the air in the vault.

It's been a long time since I've seen a person's baby or anything.

I was probably playing in the garden, stealing adult eyes and coming in here. I wonder what the baby thought when he saw the many swords displayed in the zodiac...... he glistened his pretty eyes and stuck them in the glass case at the same time he noticed us.

Immediately afterwards, a mother and thinker appeared, and that infant, who took the baby but strangely adorable, instantly became the center of the conversation among the swords of the Zao, who were hungry for change.

Then the infant finds a gap where the door is open and becomes intrusive. By the time I could walk on my own feet, I started visiting Zuo once a day. When he grew further and was about to become a youth from a boy, he unlocked his own collection and sometimes even stayed in it all day.

Every day, the knives waited for her to come, now or now, and when she came, she made a fuss about her hair being different today, her height growing up again, her eyes with me, and her eyes.

And... finally, that day is here.

"Grandpa, I'll make you this sword!

"Right, okay. I promise, I'll leave this with you. But keep your word, too. If you break it, you're forbidden to enter the vault."

"I know. I would never take it out of the mansion, and I would never wave a knife at the time people were awake."

Yeah, that kid took me in that hand.

My feelings at that time were... half the joy of being able to get out of this collection and stay with that kid and giving up that I wouldn't be able to fight where I was brought up.

But those ambiguous feelings soon disappeared. The kid really loved the knife. Take care of me as long as you have time and always keep me within reach when you are in the room. He put me on a pillow at a distance that even reached out to me when I slept.

Sometimes I even slept with it in my arms, but I've never regretted that I don't have the same body as people do at this time. I could have cuddled with this kid if only I had a body...... That thought, which I feel stronger than when it was used by the immature, was a wonder in me that it was very fresh.

By being with this kid, I was able to enjoy every day so much that I could laugh bitterly thinking about such nonsense.

Besides, there will also be the fact that it has become a great distraction that this child even waved me in the early morning of every day about his desire for battle.

Of course there is no one to teach that child how to handle a knife. Full self-flow as well as bareback. From my point of view, it's no different than a child's chamberlain. However, for one month, three months, six months, one year, two years and a day, this child continued to wave his sword, wearing nothing less than the owners of the past.

I want to teach this kid all of my swordsmanship. Only at some point in me was my desire to raise this child stronger than my desire for battle. But I also knew painfully well that that couldn't happen for a long time.

But... no way!... I didn't expect the day to come when all my wishes would come true.

I've come with this child. In this world, I can talk, and how dare I even look like a person.

I still remember the day I first embraced that girl. The emotion that filled me at that moment when I felt that child's feelings on my skin was very unspeakable in words.

In addition, gaining a person's body allowed me to embody the swordsmanship I had dreamed of myself. And this kid told me he wanted to learn my skills like that.

I get profound satisfaction with this child who responds seriously and triumphs to improve without ever losing his hand while being foolish about my harsh teachings. Plus we can still even watch the end of the line.

What the hell am I supposed to say about this unspeakable fullness?

"It's over, it was tough today. Hmm? Fluorescent, what's wrong, I'm depressed."

"Mm... nothing. I was just thinking."

"Huh, that's unusual. I can't believe Fluorescent thought of that much."

"Ho? Then it's like I don't think about anything all the time. If you can afford to slap such a slap, muscle tread. That's another set of additions. Begin!"

"Ho! Seriously...... well I have a muscle ache tomorrow. I was wondering if you could put some healing magic on Sistina later."

and so on. I smile when I see that I have already begun to ambush myself.

and at the same time the answer to the question just now comes to my mind...... I whine in a voice that makes me mock myself and no one can hear me even as I am not in the pattern.

"Souzillow, apparently I'm very happy right now."