They call me the Sword-Saint. As soon as I came out of the womb I was aware of my surroundings.
I learned how to write, talk, and read at 3 months old when I wanted to imitate my mother.
When i was 2 my mother fell asleep… she hasn't woken since, it's been 20 years.
When I was 5 my father challenged me to a formal duel out of anger and drunkenness. I won less than a second after the match began.
A month later I merely thought and a man high in the kingdom obeyed my thoughts. I merely wanted to make my father happy.
When I was 8 my grandmother, the previous sword saint, died at the hands of myself. I merely wished to be like her and received her blessing, killing her.
2 years ago I killed the royal family with my uselessness. They all died from disease, I was sent to cure them by contacting the sage, an all knowing being in the middle of a desert, I failed, killing the royal family.
Just last year, I was invited to travel to another country on diplomacy. I was forced to wear a collar that would suppress me. I was forced into combat. I won every battle without injury, sweat, or blood. They sent their strongest man their country had to me. Cecilus, a single kick and he had to be healed for a month.
4 months after this I met a boy in the capital of the kingdom. His eyes remind me of myself. He called for help after being robbed, he was broke, did not know where he was, had no job, and could not read or write.
His thoughts guide me to a shed in the middle of a poor part of the city. A Giant-human breed, A half-elf, the boy, and a gold haired girl are being attacked.
My grandmother's sword was bound to my waist for 12 years after I killed her. It talks to me. It can only be drawn when it feels like it.
I pick up a poor sword on the floor and kill the attacker with not but a swing and a thought. All of her attacks missed, so is the nature of my body.
That girl had stolen an insignia for the royal election being held because of my failure. It glows in her hand.
I take her back to the mansion. I sense that she is of the royal bloodline, she is to be placed in the royal election and I am to be her benefactor.
She walked into my mothers room while exploring. I yell in rage breaking all the walls and glass around me, it is repaired with a touch of my hand, the girl and my mother are not injured.
The boy has killed a calamity, a monsterous being taking the form of a fantastical whale that devoured my grandmother's corpse, and that which the public believes killed her.
A day later he kills the leader of a terrorist organization that the royal knights had planned for me to kill. Allowing me to spend more time with the young girl.
A week later he killed another calamity in the form of a swarm of rabbits, which devoured a royal election candidate's fiance, another beast which the royal knights had planned for me to kill allowing more time to spend with the girl.
The girl told a joke during dinner and I laughed for the first time in 12 years.
I cannot leave the country, I cannot leave the capitol without telling the royal government. I cannot find another career outside of a knight. I am to meet with other royal election candidates in an eastern city.
The city is attacked and occupied by terrorists. The boy leads me to one of the leaders of the terrorist, he is indestructible, his heart does not beat, he does not breathe, he had taken the half-elf hostage. He kills me with the promise to free her after my death.
I hand my grandmother's sword to the boy for safekeeping after I pass and allow the invincible man to attempt a single blow. He strikes me and my chest, head, arms, and shoulders turn into vapor.
He does not free the half elf and attempts to kill the boy i had grown to call my friend. I wake up with a full body as he steps towards the boy. God would not allow his saint to be killed. The boy is unphased by this.
The invincible man cannot be scratched, he attempts to break my grandmother's sword, it is more durable than he is. The boy figured his trick out, he had sent his heart and breath and skin to others he had kidnapped, the boy and the half elf free them. I kill the invincible man. My grandmother's sword's blade could not be used.
After his defeat I sense a presence more overwhelming than the man's and my grandmother's sword talks to me for the first time in a year.
The corpse of grandmother is wearing the terrorist's cloth and is staring down at my battered grandfather, her power left a never healing wound on his arm and was bleeding out.
Her sword, on my waist, is drawn and the world flashes white, every mind, every living and parted, every eye in the world is blinded by the light. Her own sword kills her as i am left with a blank face.
The girl cries as I come back to her. Blood of men and women stains my white uniform. The boy had left the city to find a cure to those of the city much like me. I take the girl back to the capitol.
This boy had guided me to my light and despair. I am unsure whether to thank him.
I am in my study writing a month after the attack on the eastern city. The stolen sword whispers to me once again, I sense another powerful presence. It is myself. I have no children, no one younger than me has my family's blood. The title I had stolen will be ended. The sword is drawn, the world flashed white, God weeps, souls parted and alive stare, eyes are blinded, animals cry out, spirits rush out of capitol, the girl runs to my study, I do not awake again, I deny God's gift. My soul is transcribed to a book, I am still aware.
The boy is walking by my shelf. My last name is Astrea. I am on the second shelf. He stares at me.
With a spit he says, "The monster" and bites his tongue. Blood gushes out from his mouth and he collapses. I wonder if now is the time to ask him if he is without death like me.
I awake in my study. My sword talks to me; it senses a powerful being. It is myself. The sword does not get drawn. The girl is walking to my study and asks if I would like to eat lunch with her. I walk to the kitchen. God does not bless me with combat alone. I cook a meal and smile at the girl. I had smiled before, it has been fake.
I am a Monster that kills other monsters. I have only killed one monster in my time, it was a monster slayer.
My AP exam is tomorrow and I wanted to write a fic to calm my nerves. I am writing a Hoshin fic too! It will be done whenever i feel like it. I watched the watchmen and 's monologue reminded me of Reinhard so i decided to write a shortish one based off that. It's not as poemy as i would like it but i like it and idc what you think of it