Even My Sword Thinks I'm Useless, But I'll Save the World Anyway
Chapter 1: The Journey Of The Hopeless Hero Begins
As I sit here, reflecting on my life and the events that have led me to this moment, I realize that I am Yowai Hīrō, and this is the story that has shaped me. It's a tale of mystery, adventure, and unexpected encounters, starting from the ancient castle walls, a place teeming with secrets known only to a few.
Around the weathered stone battlements of the castle, where the fading light casts long shadows, I overhear a conversation between two guards. They stand casually, their armor clinking softly as they share hushed whispers, seemingly oblivious to my presence lurking just out of sight.
"Hey, haven't you heard about the spirit sword?" one guard says, his voice low but filled with intrigue. "Word on the street is that it's hidden somewhere in the depths of the Forbidden Forest."
The second guard bursts into laughter, his chortles echoing off the stone walls. "Come on! Who would honestly believe such a silly rumor? It's just a myth, like the tales of dragons and sorcery!"
I can't help but smirk at their exchange, but curiosity stirs within me. Hidden behind the cool, moss-covered stone, my thoughts race: The Forbidden Forest, huh? What secrets might lie within its shadowy embrace?
Summoning courage, I decide to venture into the forest, leaving the safety of the castle behind. The moment I step beyond the boundary, the air changes, it feels charged with a palpable energy. The dense trees loom high above, casting eerie shapes on the forest floor. I scan my surroundings cautiously, each rustle of leaves heightening my senses.
Suddenly, a voice drifts through my mind, as if carried on the whispering wind. "Come closer," it beckons, soothing yet unsettling.
Startled, I spin around frantically, searching for the source of the mysterious call. Who spoke? Where are you? I question anxiously, my heart racing as silence envelops me, thick and oppressive. Just when I think my mind is playing tricks on me, the voice echoes again, more insistent this time: "Under you."
Confused, I glance down at the ground below my feet. To my astonishment, I spot a sword half-buried in the soft earth, its blade shimmering faintly even in the dim light. My pulse quickens. This must be a mere coincidence, there's no way that sword could be the source of the voice!
Tentatively, I crouch down, my hands trembling as I reach for it. As I grasp the hilt and lift it up, an overwhelming sensation washes over me, and I hear the voice again, sharper and more sarcastic: "Of course it's me talking to you, you idiot!"
A surge of panic ignites within me, and I drop the sword as if it burned my hand. It clatters against the ground, the sound reverberating through the stillness of the forest.
"Wow! You really are more pathetic than I thought," the voice chastises, dripping with disdain.
Feeling a rush of anger mixed with embarrassment, I retort, "Hey! Don't mock me! I wasn't ready for that!" My response echoes in my mind, and I can almost picture the spirit of the sword rolling its eyes in exasperation.
What have I gotten myself into? As I stand there, the weight of destiny feels heavier than usual. This is just the beginning, and I can sense that my life is about to change forever.
To be continued...