The Tale of A Man Who Believed That His Reincarnation Had Granted Him A Japanese Sword And The Greatest Battle Sense, Only To Have The God Finally Inform Him "Huh, I Didn't Give You Any Combat Sense… That's Scary…" - Episode 1

I, Enri Kondo, a 27-year-old working professional, was working hard at a securities company, but I overworked myself so much that I suddenly died of a heart attack during overtime.

However, fortunately, I was able to meet the being commonly referred to as a “god” before reaching the Sanzu River.

Reincarnation, rebirth, second life, second chance. There are various names for it, but I was given a second life by the God. The God muttered various difficult things that I didn’t quite understand, such as soul recycling, being the lubricant for a stagnant world, and selecting the branches and leaves.

Thanks to the deity’s arrangement, I was reincarnated into the next world at the age of fifteen, able to read, write, and converse…

“Come on, God, of all places, why throw me into a forest like this?”

I was told by the god, “Do your best in your next life too!” and was reincarnated, only to find myself in an unfamiliar forest. Come on, God, normally you would at least place someone in a town or near a town in these situations.

Looking around, all I see are trees and grass, small animals and nuts. There isn’t a trace of human presence at all.

Hmm, no, that’s not it. It’s not just the trees. There’s something sticking out of the ground near the place where I woke up after being reborn. As I get closer to check what it is, it looks like a Japanese sword still in its sheath.

Huh, what is this? Well, nine times out of ten, it seems to be the work of the god who reincarnated me. Checking the ground around the Japanese sword still in its sheath, I found a piece of paper lying there. When I picked it up and looked at it, it had cute, round letters written on it.

“Enri-kun, happy birthday. It’s a modest gift, but it’s something that can protect you. If you don’t use it properly, you’ll die quickly, so do your best.”

And. A menacing note was left behind. Give me a break, God. I’ve never handled swords or knives or anything like that in my past life. The most I’ve ever used is a kitchen knife for cooking.

“Hey, what the heck, God? And if I can’t master it, I’ll die right away!”

While feeling a bit taken aback, I pull out the katana stuck in the ground and hold it with both hands. The katana is much heavier than it looks, and naturally, I realize that there is something heavy and metallic inside the scabbard.

However, as expected, the Japanese sword, which can be said to be the aspiration of every Japanese man. When I see it in front of me, I feel a certain thrill in my chest. I firmly grip the hilt of the sword with my right hand and slowly draw the sword from its sheath with my left hand, holding the sheath in place.

“Whoa, heavy!”

The katana I took out of its sheath was about three times heavier than I had imagined. When I tried to hold it with one hand, it trembled unsteadily due to its weight. The fact that they could handle this with one hand made me feel a sense of awe towards my ancestors from my previous life, realizing that the samurai were indeed a warrior race.

“Gigigigigigii!!”

As I was gazing at the Japanese sword, I suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice from behind. When I cautiously turned around, several small, dwarf-like creatures, each slightly shorter than a meter, were approaching me from between the trees, surrounding me.

Based on my knowledge from my previous life, I would guess that this being, which should be classified as a subhuman, looks just like a goblin from any angle. Its skin has a slight greenish tint, its ears and eyes are sharply pointed, and it holds a thick wooden club in its hand that seems to serve no purpose other than bludgeoning.

“Uh, uh, hello? Um, the short people?”

“Gigigigi! Gigigigi! Kill! Kill! Food!”

“Are you maybe thinking of having me for lunch or something?”

“Grind grind! Clang! Clang!!”

When I try to throw some words at it, the creature that looks like a goblin doesn’t seem capable of responding with anything meaningful. No, this is seriously bad; am I going to die suddenly? There are ominous words like “kill” mixed in here and there.

Even though I’m holding the katana with both hands, it’s too heavy to properly assume a stance. Even if I could, I don’t feel like I could swing this damn heavy blade properly.

The goblins, initially keeping a slight distance from me with their swords drawn, quickly closed in, shrieking and forming a hunting net as they realized I wasn’t doing anything or couldn’t do anything.

These goblins with their temporary names are smart. They’re properly blocking my escape routes while closing the distance.

“Gigi… shaa!!!”

It felt like the goblin, unable to hold back any longer, swung its club with great force and charged at me. I instinctively closed my eyes, imagining the pain that was about to come, but no matter how long I waited, the pain from the wooden club never arrived.

When I cautiously opened my eyes, for some reason, a goblin that had been “sliced in half vertically” was lying in front of me. The expression on the slain goblin’s face was frozen in ecstasy, as if it had just caught its prey. There was one more surprising thing: my own position had changed without me realizing it.

Just a moment ago, I was holding the katana with a hunched back, dragging it along, but when I opened my eyes, I was firmly gripping the katana with one hand, in a stance as if I had just slashed something.

Could it be that the goblin corpse in front of me was killed by me?

「「「Gigi gigi gigi! Usshaa!!!!」」」

Five or six goblins are attacking all at once to avenge their fallen comrades. However, there is absolutely no fear. My body moves instinctively, as if riding a bicycle, with ease and familiarity.

Stepping forward with a sliding motion, shifting my weight. I raise the blade, which I had lowered to my waist, all the way above my head in one swift motion, feeling as if I were swinging a bat, and slash the goblin diagonally in one stroke. Organs, green bl00d, eyeballs, fragments of fingers, the goblins fall apart one after another, as if they were dissolving.

“Wow… could this possibly be the cheat ability from when I was reincarnated?”

Thus, my life in another world began with me being drenched in the bl00d of goblins.