The Rise of the Sword Expert
The Conscious Child

"Basic, this rascal!" He unzipped his school pants.

My eyes were staring at what he was going to do. My hands clenched, ready to accept the treatment. Why am I always unlucky, when I have done nothing wrong. Just because I'm an orphan they oppress me, even those who see me don't help.

The warm feeling from the pee that he dipped on me seemed to burn me, I could only growl. However, the smell of a smoker's pee and lack of drinking is what really makes me vomit. Even they didn't let me finish vomiting. One of them hit my body hard.

"Ugh.." - UH...." I groaned loudly, my head spinning, unconsciously my tears were flowing.

"Hey, you're a jerk! Should be grateful for this gift I gave you." He laughed cruelly.

Plaque!

My head was slapped by him again. I'm getting bowed.

"If you beg us, we may set you free." They both laughed.

I can't possibly apologize for licking their shoes - both of these trash. Even my apologies don't deserve them.

"I-I don't want to."

He stared intently, as if both of his eyeballs were about to pop out. His lips formed a terrible angle.

"Basic, rotten padlock! Die!"

"Dead! Die you!"

I protected my body that was trampled by them. In this case, I could really die. My body was low, my breathing was heavy and no sound could come out. With a faint vision, I fell down and everything went dark. Only the quiet voices of those who questioned whether I was dead?

***

He said there would be life after death. A life that may be good or may be bad for you. When I opened my eyes for the first time, I thought that a good life would start happening to me.

'Maybe it's a dream? No. gabe. This drink I'm holding is cold and real. How can it be this real?'

I remember the last time when my eyes were open, I was brutally beaten.

I squeezed the glass unconsciously and the glass broke. I regained consciousness.

It´s real.

See what I've done?

"Where am I? Is this heaven?"

Just as I said that, an old ministry with a very classic style entered. His face looked confused as he watched me.

However, the one who should be confused here is me. Did they kidnap me?

"What's up, Young Master?" he hesitated a little.

Ah, young master. I did live a rich life long, had servants, but none of them called me young master.

Waitaminute! What language is this? This is a very new language I hear. And. and great again I understand it. I started to fear my own sanity. Was it because of the impact on my head, I went a little crazy?

"Where am I?" I doubtfully asked. Ah, I can speak the same language. I spontaneously held my mouth.

The face of the service still looks confused.

"You're in your room, Young Master."

I'm more confused than ever. All my life, I haven't had this classic room. What an amazing interior, ancient and elegant.

I glanced everywhere, right in my lower left corner, I saw a shadow reflected.

Whose face is this!?

Is this really me?

How can my skin be this smooth? Blonde hair, sexy thick lips, and sharp jaws. Look at these eyes, I don't have any. It's the eyes of a predator.

I swallowed spit.

"Can you get me a mirror?"

I want to make sure again. But all these doubts are reality. It's me with a face I don't know.

"I... Who am I?!" my yelling.

The service frantically saw me being hysterical. He called for help in a hurry.

**

Akion Naal Sanktessy's.

That's myname. A second child of Baron Sanktessy, who lives in a region full of dark woods.

Known as the youngest swordmaster, earning that title at the age of sixteen the feared men.

The other name was a monster from the barren region, with his cold gaze, people could instantly faint

"What about my son?"

The man with the tensed face must be the father of Akion. He asked the figure in black who had been treating me.

"Young Master's condition is fine. It's just, it looks like he's having a little memory loss."

He gulped and held both of my shoulders as fast as he could. "How can you?"

"Do you remember this Dad?"

"Dad?"

"Oh, no! Goddamnit!" it means with a disappointed face.

"Bastian, please bring the Witch Master home. And, you know what to do, right?"

The old service called Bastian nodded.

"Don't let this information leak into the empire."

"Good, Sir." Bastian said goodbye to escort Mr. Witch.

After only the two of us stayed, my father's face turned into a face full of frustration.

"I'm going to smash that fucking mirror," she said, because she fell on you, you lost your memory!"

"What is our fate?"

"Ah, shall we just send Harzem? Ah, no, no, Harzem is stupid."

"Renia is a girl." He was babbling to himself.

His eyes glanced at me, his frustration overflowing.

"Dad will think about it. You calm down here." He looked me back in my eyes. "If you need anything, just call Bastian."

Akion's father smiled stiffly. Then, going outside left me with a million question marks.