I died from old Age with a bamboo sword in my hand.
That was all I had. No fans. No fame. No future.
Just a lifetime of kendo practice—and the echo of silence when I finally collapsed during a solo match that no one came to see.
And then…
"You wished for a world where swords matter, didn't you?"
That voice wasn't mine.
When I opened my eyes, I was staring at a chandelier so huge it looked like a floating crystal castle. Velvet curtains. Gold trim. A mirror showed me a boy's face—not mine.
Name: Leor von Eidenhart
Age: 16
Status: Third son of a powerful noble family in the Kingdom of Athelia
Problem: No magic.
In a world where magic meant everything... I was trash. A mistake. A mana-less noble. And apparently, this Leor kid was already infamous for it.
I was a loser in my old world.
And now, I was a loser in this one too.
Hah… hilarious.
The servants wouldn't speak to me. The mansion's eastern wing was abandoned. My two elder brothers called me "The Hollow." Even the family crest was missing from my robe.
There were books everywhere—on magical theory, runic logic, elemental balancing. But nothing about swords.
When I asked one of the tutors about swordsmanship, he raised an eyebrow and said,
"That barbaric relic? Lord Leor… blades are for history books. Magic rules now."
But I didn't care.
I found a broken broomstick.
I went to the courtyard, stood under the moonlight… and began.
One. Two. Three.
Strike. Step. Return.
Kendo doesn't need mana.
Just breath, rhythm… and intent.
"I'll bring it back," I whispered. "If this world won't acknowledge swords... I'll force it to."