Another fic
A/N: This is just a test run for my next fic.
Human kingdom,Ashton city
"...huh...."
A confused sound came out from my mouth as i was staring at the blue screen infront of me.
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STATUS(stats are yet to be added.)
Name : Mathew Allen
Rank : ?
Strength : ?
Agility : ?
Stamina : ?
Intelligence : ?
Mana capacity :?
Luck : ?
Charm : ?
---> Profession
[lv.1Swordmanship]
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A multitude of questions emerged in my mind as I blankly stared at the floating screen in front of me.
Mathew Allen?
Who was that?
As far as I remember my name was Steve Jones.
Sitting up on the bed, a blank look appeared on my face as I dazedly looked towards the window on my left.
black hair
white skin
Yellow hawk-like eyes
(Appearance is changeable.)
What was reflected on the surface of the window was not my face, rather it was a completely unknown face.
I looked like a five year old brat.
As far as i know this should not be possible at all as far as i can remember i am 15 years old.
I was just a normal everyday boy who was exceptionaly gifted in the art of sowrdmanship with the dream of becoming the strongest swordsmams in the history in the 21st century.... ok i accept i was not normal but still.
This is way too much. I don't understand how did this happen.
Let's calm down and think things through and try to remember what exactly happened.
"..... Did I die!!!!?"
I cried out loud but who can blame me when i remember myself dying.
[2022,June 22,before transmigration]
Mc pov
As always I woke up early at 4 am. I started my day with normal activities like dressing up, cleaning my face, using wash room,etc
After doing these things, I went outside of my humble abode.
I started running toward my training spot with a wodden sword strapped in my back.
While i was running toward my destination i spoted a shop from which i usually buy my food.
So, after buying my food for morning i once again started moving toward my training spot.
It was near the outskirts of the forest and had a huge open place where i can practice my swordmanship.
Some people might call me weird... I expect that everyone might call me weird but swordmanship is my passion.
The moment i swang a sword was moment i felt excitement i had never felt before and before i know it i had become a sword addict. I had a great swordmanship talent which didn't help to get the addiction under control. I would not say i am the greatest swordsman but then i am just 15 year old who was going to start highschool in a month.
While i was in the middle of my monologue i reached my training spot.
After reaching the training spot i started with warmup.
After about 20 minutes of stretching i started my physical workout.
It included famous Saitama workout with some additions of other exercises like plank,lunge, crunch,bridge,etc.
After completing it, i started to eat the breakfast that i had brought from the stores but while i was eating an unpleasant smell reached my nosestrill.
I stoped eating it and started moving toward the smell with wodden sword in my hand.
I have been in this forest for a long time so there should not be any danger.(Falg!!!!)
As i started moving toward the smell an iron like metalic smell also reach my nose.
I stoped infront of a corpse of a human whose neck was nearly cut off.
Seeing the sight infront of me i could not hold back the vomit.
*Ughh*
With that all the food i had eaten since yesterday night came out.
"Hehehe"
While i had still not calm down from the gore sight, i heard someone chuckle.
When i looked toward the sight from where the sound was heard i saw a man with a bulky body with some blood dripping from the dragger he was clutching. He was leaning toward a tree.
I had not seen him due to the gore infront of me.
His face carried a hint of amusement and hint of Sadistic excitement.
"Hehe boy, what are you doing here?"
Asked the man as he stood up and started to walk toward me.
"...I-i-i-"
"You know what it doesn't matter what you were doing here but i can not let you go. You have only your own luck to blame kid."
I could not help Shutter when trying to speak but the bastard cut me off in the middle.
"You phycho bas-!!"
Before i could complete my sentence, Psycho slashed his dagger nonchalantly toward me.
Duking below by bending my legs toward ground, i dodged the strike.
With an amused face while curling his fist, he threw a punch toward my guts at a very high speed.
"Fast"
I thought. I cannot dodge his attack so, to minimise the damage i used cross arm block in which i crossed both of my arms to protect my upper body area, with inner forearm facing outward, capable of absorbing even the heaviest punches.the arms placed in a form of plus which is tighter and protects the frontal area better.
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But since i had not practiced this technique properly, i could not perform the technique in time.
"Ack!"
Due to the pain, i cried out loud.
The impact sent me flying for a second before i crashed on the ground.
"Hehehe, This is so much fun. Don't you think so, Tormenting weak feels so good. MuHahahaha."
This psychopathic bastard. While he was sharing his fun with me, I brought out my wooden sword.
This wooden sword will be able to deal far more damage then my sword.
I got into my stance and got ready to strike.
"Heh, you think that wooden sword will be able to harm me. Hahahaha!."
Psychopathic bastard snorted looking at the wooden sword in my hand.
Moving at my top speed while bringing backward just before slashing forward toward him at his waist toward his left side.
Since it is difficult to dodge the sword at this angle psyco brought his left hand to intercept the strike.
"Heh, just as i planned."
I thought as this was going according to my plan.
At the last second i changed the direction at which i was slashing my sword toward joints of his wrist.
It did decrease the power of strike but it manage to catch him off-guard.
"Ahhhh!."
When i heard his scream i smirked.
"Heh, It does feel good to torment others."
I said to rile him up but, his course of action cause me to widen my eyes in horror as his elbow connected with my neck.
The moment the attack landed, i wanted to scream at the amount of pain i felt but before i could even open my mouth, psyco gave a sudden jab toward my mouth.
-Aaaaaaaa!!!!!
"Blurg!!"
I vomitted a mouthful of blood while i was screaming.
"Hehehe, how does that feel huh brat."
"Waey wod u do dis?"
"Didn't i told you before, it is fun to torment others."
Was the last thing i heard from psyco before he thrusted his dragger toward my heart and drakness overcome me.
The next moment i opened my eyes just to see a blue screen was infront of me.
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
Inspiron_123
Inspiron_123 This is the fic that i will start after completing this fic. I am gonna post few chapters here now and then to hear your guys opinion on it. It is also Author's Pov fic. The quality of the chapter is low since, i wrote this after writing 5-7 chapter of Gojo in author's Pov.
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