In a certain world, there was a man.
In that world, magic had developed, and the common belief was that swordsmen wore armor and used shields. However, the swordsman the man had seen as a child was different. He wore no armor, used no shield. He faced off against monsters with nothing but a single sword. The man was captivated by that image and longed to be like him.
But the man had no talent. As he grew older, he came to face reality and eventually became a swordsman who wore armor and carried a shield.
One day, the man stood before a monster. All his comrades had died, and he was the only one left. In that extreme moment, the man remembered his true desire:
—I want to wield the sword.
He stripped off his armor and threw away his shield. Just like the figure he once saw, he faced the monster with nothing but a single sword.
But in an instant, his chest was pierced, and he realized he was going to die. Frustration welled up inside him, and he wished:
—In my next life, I want talent.
This is the story of a man captivated by the sword, driven mad by it, and ultimately dedicating his life to it.
