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 6

“Well then, if I just kill them all, there won’t be any problem, right?”

The boy who introduced himself as Enri said this with a smile to Lyra Grosvenor, the only daughter of a wealthy merchant. His carefree smile was hard to believe for someone heading to a battlefield, and it was as if he were a young man casually heading to the fountain square in the merchant city of Lainchester where Lyra lived.

An unfathomable being. An entity whose capacity cannot be measured. The stark contrast between appearance and inner self left Lyra unable to utter a word to stop him as he approached her. Following Enri’s instructions, Lyra lay quietly in the wheat field, her mind swirling with the scenes she had witnessed yesterday.

“For twenty-four years, I have traveled to various places as a merchant, but I have never seen anyone like Enri.”

A boy, still young enough to be with his parents, dressed in mismatched clothes that looked like those of a battlefield scavenger. Lyra watched him fight from inside the iron cage.

A sword about two rots (one meter) long, somewhat resembling a curved scimitar, passes through the men who are supposed to be accustomed to life-and-death battles, taking their lives with a single strike as if performing a demonstration.

When Lyra first witnessed the scene, what she felt was an unmistakable fear of death drawing near. There was so little resistance, and because Enri showed not even a moment’s hesitation when taking a life, her instincts understood that if that sword were directed at her, her life would be extinguished in an instant.

“An officer of some knight order… a monster created by a cult that has gone underground, or perhaps the son of a well-known hero… no, none of these quite fit.”

Due to work, Lyra had met the commander of the knight order serving her kingdom only once. The aura of the commander, who had defeated numerous legendary monsters, was special even to Lyra, who knew nothing of battle. At a glance, she could tell he was a special person blessed by the gods.

While Lyra pretended to believe on the surface, she didn’t take Enri’s statement of “not being a person of this world” at face value. She had guessed he might be a well-known hero or perhaps the son of one. However, having seen him up close literally, she felt that Enri didn’t possess the aura that such special heroes typically have.

The atmosphere is too ordinary. If you were to be on the street corner in Lainchester where she lives, you would pass by without anyone thinking it was special—it’s an utterly normal atmosphere.

“I want to confirm… to see him fight once more, to understand who he really is…!”

Standing up from the wheat field and making sure no one was around, Lyra headed towards the center of Ridge Village, trying to make as little noise as possible. However, along the way, she heard sounds of a struggle coming from within the village. Thinking that Enri had been captured by the bandits, Lyra hurriedly made her way to a position where she could see inside the village.

Lyra reached the back of the barn, which was situated on a slightly elevated area where she could see the center of the village, and when she looked in the direction of the noise, she was truly at a loss for words.

“Well, why is the arm here, I wonder? It’s quite mysterious, isn’t it?”

Enri was gripping a sword in his right hand and was kicking a man who seemed to be the leader of the band of thieves he had just cut down. Despite the presence of around twenty rough men surrounding the supposed leader and Enri, Enri had decisively slain the leader, as Lyra understood.

Strange. Abnormal. Odd. Unique. His actions can only be described as completely disregarding the numerical advantage in battle. Come to think of it, when he saved Lyra, he started the fight with such ease, as if he didn’t even consider the minions as part of the numbers. His sense of common sense is different; he doesn’t even consider the possibility of losing.

The leader of the bandit group, clutching his severed left arm in pain, groaned. Then, Enri, showing no regard for the bandit leader, charged at the rough men surrounding him.

“Hahaha… This might indeed be someone who truly doesn’t belong to this world.”

One swing. With just one swing, he accurately slashes the neck or vital point, causing instant death. Even an A-rank adventurer wouldn’t be able to take a life so cleanly with a single strike. In other words, in terms of combat power alone, he might possess potential combat power comparable to or even exceeding that of an S-rank adventurer.

I was attacked by a band of thieves and locked in an iron cage, thinking my life was over and that I would have to live the rest of my miserable life like this. But just yesterday around noon, what incredible luck, what incredible fortune, a golden egg that could only be the gift of the great goddess who protects the kingdom.

If I can manipulate him as I wish, it would be equivalent to maintaining the military strength of a nation’s knight order.

When Lyra was a child, Enri swiftly beheaded the men with the grace of a hero from the tales her father had read to her countless times. The severed heads fell to the ground like ripe apples dropping from a tree, plop, plop.

His neck-hunting harvest festival came to an end in just a few minutes. Ignoring the pleas for mercy from the leader of the bandits, Enri decapitated him as if he were slaughtering an animal. While inwardly fearing that he might be next, Enri, who had wiped out the entire bandit group, spoke to Lyra as if nothing had happened, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Enri and Lyra rescued all the villagers of Ridge who had been imprisoned in the basement of the village chief’s house, received words of gratitude and some rewards, as well as a horse to take them to Lyra’s home in Lainchester, and then left Ridge village.

The sun gradually set, and the surroundings were enveloped in darkness. Since Enri said he had never ridden a horse before, Lyra took the reins, and Enri ended up sitting behind her. Holding the reins quietly, Lyra glanced back over her shoulder.

Looking closely, in Ridge Village, Enri, who had shown extraordinary strength akin to a hero from a legendary tale, was now sleeping with a cute, age-appropriate face, leaning against Lyra’s back.

“Good night, my golden egg. From now on, things are going to get busy.”

While gently stroking Enri’s head, Lyra was thinking of various money-making schemes she would use him for in the future.