The vast grasslands, it is usually a beautiful sight with some wildlife living there.

Now, this is not as usual.

The sound of metal clashing against each other, the deafening cries of war, to the sorrowful screams, all of it come together to vibrate the air along the stretch of grass. The green grass was stained with bloodstains splattered from the bodies that had been separated from life.

There have been so many soldiers who have fallen from one side, but that doesn't stop them from being discouraged to keep fighting against the opposing forces that have not seen a lot of declines.

From one point, a person seems to be surrounded by many corpses. The corpses those are in the same uniform as the one worn by the opposing forces have been knocked down by a sword in his hand.

With a slightly heavy breath, the man calls out to his troops “My honorable warriors, let us fight together to the end!”

“YAAA!!!” cry all his remaining troops with still burning enthusiasm.

Facing the next wave, that's when the struggle ends.

It isn't that they are less skilled than the opponent, but that the number of the opposing armies is beyond comprehension. A small kingdom that only has thousands of soldiers must desperately fight the onslaught of troops that number up to hundreds of thousands.

Indeed, from the opposing side, the number of troops does not appear to have decreased, but it is still two to three times the number of those who died compared to his side.

"ATTACK!!!"

With the remnants of strength fueled by the embers of an unquenchable spirit, the small army shook off the incoming wave of troops. Successfully overthrowing one, there is no longer any more power to prepare to ward off another attack.

So quickly, one by one the soldiers die.

Now, he is left alone and is still defending against several soldiers at once with the remnants of his strength. Two people have been knocked down by his sword, but his body is no longer able to move as he wishes.

Then once hit by a sword slash, another slash begins to be engraved on his body.

With his body covered in wounds, blood dripping incessantly on the ground, he plunges his greatsword to support his body.

No one dared to approach rashly, for they are afraid of being hit by a surprise attack even though they know it may be the last attack. However, they still love each other's life. Let someone sacrifice to get the final victory.

Closing his eyes without fear of being attacked, he smiles so calmly and full of regret. Taking a deep breath as he looks up at the clear sky as opposed to the pain above the ground, he says quietly “I'm sorry, my Lord. I can't do my job well. Maybe after this last breath blows, I will trouble you. Oh, my Poor King...”

Feeling a cold gust of wind, it is then that his last consciousness gradually faded away with the wind. All the pain disappear and are replaced with comfort as the feeling of being tossed about in the wind made him fall into a deep sleep.

The cowardly soldiers are still reluctant to approach, even though the man they are surrounding is in fact no longer alive.

"Pst! Shall we attack together?” one of them gives advice.

No matter how cowardly they are to face one person a dozen at a time, they still want to maintain their dignity. Attacking someone they are ganging up on while in such a seemingly defenseless state makes them feel like they are going to be even lower.

They look at each other, hesitant to accept his suggestion.

But after hearing a cry from behind, the cry from the war knight leader makes them rush over to the lifeless body.

One, two, three...!

The swords pierce the body that is standing stiffly supported by a large sword. There is no reaction from him, not even a moan of pain could be heard. This makes them feel even more inferior that they are actually feared by a single body.

"Geez, isn't he a hell of a knight?"

...

In a room that is rarely visited by people, not even servants, a young man has just desperately hurt himself. He is really able no longer stand the pressure exerted by his family and people. In his mind, only death is the best way to solve his suffering.

So much blood come out of the wound that was made. Not long after convulsions due to lack of blood, the body lay stiff as a sign that his soul had left the body.

The empty body with no one to take care of it becomes an easy target to be possessed by a lost soul, and that's when his fingers seemed to move a little.

Suddenly, his eyes are opened. His eyes scan the room in confusion. Sitting down to take a wider view, then he is confused again by something unfamiliar in his memory.

He looks at her slender body, clearly lacking strong muscles.

"Blood?" he mutters in surprise, then he looks at his wrist which looked like a scar that was the origin of the splattered blood. He is even more confused, especially when he remembers he shouldn't have woken up in a room.

Or even, would he really wake up again after being convinced that it was his last time alive?

The pain in his wrist is of no concern, but he feels weak to just stand up. An amazing thing, the body that has lost a lot of blood is still able to move with simple movements.

Holding onto his injured wrist to stop the bleeding, he comes to a still rough conclusion.

“It seems, I have indeed died and am now in a new body. Is this what is called reincarnation? Obviously, this isn't my body and the place where I woke up too…” he says weakly as he's looking around.

Suddenly, he looks a bit shocked. Then he briefly grimaces, before the other hand immediately massages his temples.

“This… This is someone else's memory? Is this the memory that comes from this body?”

A memory, where he seems to have done something embarrassing appeared. Not only that, memories of other things also slowly invaded him. It is so painful, that his brain feels like it is going to burst. Because after all, another memory forced him to merge with him. His soul gives a refusal but slowly begins to accept the foreign memory.

Enduring the stinging pain in his head, he is just silent and closing his eyes. Not even a grimace is heard since that first time, only because he was startled by the sudden appearance of pain.

“So, this body is called Alexander. And, he was a truly pathetic person. In fact, he was willing to commit suicide just to escape the reality of life? Tch!”

Instead of feeling sorry for the memory of how his new body had suffered the humiliation of everyone and was cruelly treated, he feels irritated instead. As a knight, surrendering and running away was something only true cowards would do.

“It's still natural for him to just run away to get back to fixing things, but committing suicide means he really ran away and doesn't want to come back…” he says looking up at the ceiling, hoping to see where that cowardly soul really is.

He slowly gets up, forcing the frail body to move in search of cloth.

After much effort, finally, the wound on his hand is wrapped in the cloth he has obtained. The new body is so weak that it is difficult for him to control. What's more, he is sure that not so much blood has been lost. In fact, he had lost a lot of blood during battles and had never been this weak.

"No wonder people underestimate him, he is indeed a very weak person. Because of that, I have to give hard training to build this slender body…” He clenches his fist tightly, while the other grabs the doorknob to open it.

His new body, named Alexander, requires a lot of nutrients. For now, that's the thing to do before starting to train the body.

The residence is empty, not a single servant in sight, just like in his memory. Even though there are no maids, the residence that is only occupied by him in fact looks clean and tidy. This is evidence of his new body having side skills that make him underestimated.

“I have to change this sad life. Just watch wherever your soul is, how much you will regret choosing to leave your body!”