I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated

A hasty merchant and a slave. Appeared, two necked bears.

A slaver's carriage was attacked by a warcraft in the woods. Maybe that's the diagram.

They make slaves hasten to carry some of their luggage. And gave orders to other slaves.

"Slaves, stop him!

I guess we're going to run into that gap.

The slaves are unarmed. Stopping meant being eaten dead and buying time. Even to the slaves, you know that. It's just that they followed the merchant's words and headed for the bear.

Why? That's what I thought at first, but apparently they're tied up with magic or something. The phenomenon of magic absorption of this land did not seem to interfere with contract magic because it does not work in the body.

A male slave was torn off and blown away. Only one shot, he was paid with his forefoot, and his upper and lower body were saying goodbye. Not to say a junior Warcraft of Threat F, he's not the opponent to face without all kinds of gear. The slaves are too helpless in front of the warcraft, a mass of outrage.

If we keep this up, the slaves will be wiped out in a few minutes.

Poor thing, but there's nothing I can do. Because I can't even speak up. A scumbag merchant trying to escape, too, can only be dropped off.

Damn it! At least if someone pulls it out.

If I thought so, the shadow fluttered and stood in front of me.

A slave girl. However, my gaze was nailed on top of it, not the girl's thin dirty outfit or her bumpy hair.

Ears. Cat ears! Over the girl's head, the beast's ears were stuck! The Beast Man. Master Mohumimi!

I forgot about the crime scene for a moment, and I was impressed. 'Cause it's a treasure of the world, cat ears, isn't it? I can't help but be impressed.

Oh, no more! I'm afraid I can't speak! Girl, pull me out. And let me moff that cat! No, wait. With the body of a sword, how do you moff it? Mind your own business? No, no, I have a sense of touch, and if I do it softly on the belly of my body...

In the meantime, a girl followed me. And I can put my strength into it. They tell me to die, and I'm still trying to live. I haven't given up. I want my daughter to use it.

"...... eh"

The girl can do more. Yes, pull me out!

But he was stung to the ground more disappointingly than he could have imagined. About 12 or 3 years old from what I've seen. If you look at your nasty body, you can see that you are not fed a busy meal. With such a girl's powerless arms, it's hard to pull through.

Come on! Come on! I mean, behind you!

When, the bear was behind the girl. What about the other slaves? Can't you?

All that's left is a girl.

"Get out of me!

"? Voice?

"Oh, can you hear me?

"Who?"

"A sword. It's the sword you're trying to pull out."

"... Surprised"

'You don't look surprised...'

"I do."

'More than that, there's a bear coming! Get me out of here! Girl!'

Apparently, if you're in touch, you can talk. And the girl looked like a faceless & silent character. Good! I want you to say something stupid.

A girl roars ununung and can put her strength into it.

Zuz

'It's moving a little!

"Hmm."

"Hang in there!"

Zuzu

'Almost there!

"None."

Zubo!

"I'm out!

"Beautiful sword"

"Thanks! But because that's not the case!

"It was."

"Can we fight?

"A little."

I checked the girl's status.

Name: None Age: 12

Race: Black Cat Race

Occupation: None

Status: Slave

Status

Level: 3

HP: 29 MP: 17 Arms: 13 Health: 10 Agility: 16 Intelligence: 8 Magic: 7 Dexterity: 15

Skills

Swordsmanship: LV1, Night's Day, Good Stripping, Sense of Direction

Title

None

Equipment

[]/(n) (uk) cloak/

Swordsmanship. Really little! But I'm fine.

"Equip me!

"I'm already equipped."

"Remember to be stronger and equipped!

"? Okay"

Nobody's registered to the gear crew.

All right, now this is the first time I've ever lived sharing my skills.

Nobody won more than one title.

"Huh? Suddenly?

The appraisal... can be done.

The girl earned four: a firefighter, a cook king, a demolition king, and a skill collector. When Skill LV is Max, it seems to get a title for it. Each benefits from a Skill Effect UP. Skill collectors seem to gain proficiency more efficiently.

Well, let's leave it now. It's not immediately useful here.

"Fight. You should be able to fight."

"Mmm."

"Defeat him. Be aware of that. And believe in your senses, wave your sword!

And then my swordsmanship skills should do something about it. Anyway, the opponent is a lower Warcraft. You get swordsmanship lv7, you can't lose. There are other stat lifting effects as well.

"... yeah. Okay."

"All right, good boy."

"... hey!

The girl's appearance was a beautiful word. Approaching the bear in a knight-like motion of Nenda, with a pounding blow, he pierced his heart precisely. Like I poked a tofu, no resistance whatsoever.

"Huh?"

"What do you say? You did it, didn't you?

"... yeah. Thanks to the sword?

"Oops. Thank you, huh?

"Thank you"

That's what the girl said, she tried to put me on the ground, so she panicked and stopped the girl.

"Wait! Please don't put me on the ground!

'Because of the ground here, I can't do anything. So hold me for a while.'

"Hmm?"

'Can't you?

"Maybe, I can take it away"

"Are you a slaver?

"Yeah."

I don't like that. Even though she's a mofmimi girl I found because of her. I want this girl to use it! If they take it up with the merchants anyway, they'll sell it to the good guys. If it was a demon sword and it was sealed, there would be a hell of a lot worse waiting than here.

"Hey, can't you get away with it?

"I can't. Because of the collar, I can't resist"

"You mean demon props?

"Yes. I tried to kill him a few times, but I couldn't"

"Let's kill him, you slave trader?

"Yes. Killed him, tried to escape"

Whoa. That was more of a Hungry and Danger girl than I thought. But I don't hate it.

"But he said he couldn't because of the collar"

"Yeah."

Talking to the girl, I saw a man running from across the woods. A slave trader. As a result, the little man is already dead. Whatever, there's a body rolling right behind you.

"Only one of them is alive! Besides, you have a cracked bump! It's a big loss. Damn it!"

There is no way to mourn the death of slaves or their men at all. Instead, he mourns the broken loads. No, it's so crisp.

……

"You defeated Twinhead Bear?

"Yes."

"How... What is that sword?

"Picked it up."

"Give me that."

"... n"

"Hey, what those eyes!

"Sorry, dude."

"Shit, there's a kedamono. Shady eyes."

"Ahhh."

A man suddenly slapped the girl flat-handed. Seriously. It feels like I'm used to it. Forced to take me away from the squatted girl.

"Wow. Isn't that a beautiful sword? Is this gonna be a filling?

Ignoring cancer, such as a girl groaning in pain, the man began to appraise me.

"Hey, kedamono. Load up what you can use. Then we'll leave for town."

I guess because of the slave contract, the girl can't go against the man's word. I stood up flustered as I dragged my body that was supposed to hurt.

Don't get annoyed. Seriously don't get annoyed. Instead, I'm on the verge of shaking it off. Damn! If this wasn't the magic absorption zone, I'd kill these guys right now!

"Kuppe?

I thought about it and I used mindfulness and I could use it. Heh.

No, thanks, if I stayed off the ground, it seemed like the magic absorption would weaken a little. When I was stabbing on the ground, it was a moment until it was absorbed, but now there is a respite for about a second.

I wanted to kill a slave trader, but when I used my thoughtful moves, I jumped out of momentum. I was totally stuck in the face of a slave trader, smashing his skull and letting his brains smash.

Did you do that?

Hmm. Because they were scumbags? Or because I'm the sword? No guilt at all. I still feel like I had more pain in my conscience when I first killed Goblin.

"Uh, what do we do now?