Xander was hailed as The Swordmaster on earth. When it came to blades, he held no equal. It didn't mater what category or how experienced his opponent was. He was just better, and none could deny it.

Yet all it took was a bullet to end his life.

All that hard work, all that talent. All of it gone because of an idiot with a gun.

So Xander was naturally indignant against the reality of it. What was the point, then? What was the purpose of achieving such mastery if his life could be snuffed out so easily? His final thoughts were filled with resentment and regret.

And so he closed his eyes.

Only to reopen them again. But not in a hospital. But in an entirely new world, filled with magic and mages. Xander thought that in a place like this, his dream of making swordplay relevant would be possible. But he was dismayed to learn that not only had the body he transmigrated to been incredibly weak and untalented, but the act of swordfighting was heavily looked down upon. Made obsolete by mages who chanted powerful spells and unleashed them from a distance

Yet on the verge of losing hope, he discovered something. This world, it's understanding of swordfighting wasn't just rudimentary. It was PATHETIC!

Elite knights only knew how to swing harder and faster! There was no technique! No order!

Offended, Xander made to use a blade. Even if the path was dead, he would not allow something so sacred to him be insulted so thoroughly.

However, in the throes of his swordplay, he made a discovery, one that would shake the very foundations of the world as everyone knew it.

Swordfighting wasn't obsolete. No, it was simply unexplored! 

And Xander, with his adequate knowledge on how to wield a blade realized...

"The usage of swords with proper technique, is a form of magic in itself."

And so begins the story of a man who decided to turn the entire world of magic on its head, with a Blade.

"Huh, I knew I sensed something weird from him." Keir, who had been doing a weird job at ignoring everything to mope, suddenly blinked and looked at the cube were Curtis was currently clawing and biting to get out.


This snapped Xander out of his reverie of watching Curtis in his wolf form.


... What do you mean? You were with me the first time he transformed?" He shifted his gaze slightly to look at Keir who was now watching with some interest.


"Well, yeah, but I wasn't there when his Mana also changed. It's incredibly cold. If I hadn't known it was him, I would have thought he was an Ice Elemental Spirit." He tilted his head. "If that's the case, he should have an easier time interact with concepts, no?" He said the words casually, but Xander's eyes widened.


Chapter 117 - Inner Conflict