Skills : Appraisal 6, Self-recovery, Telekinesis, Telepathy, Wielder Stat Buff [weak], Wielder Recovery Buff [weak], Skill Sharing, Magic UserI was amazed. I checked to see if I could get information on these skills individually.
Appraisal 6 : Displays information about what the user sees.
Telekinesis : Able to move objects with magic.
Wielder Stat Buff [weak] : Gives a slight boost to all of the wielder’s stats.
Magic User : Can sense the flow of magic. Proof of the ability to use magic.
It seems like the number at the end of the skill is its level. If it’s 6 already, does that mean I’m actually pretty amazing? No, the maximum could be 999 so maybe it’s too early to celebrate?
But at the very least, I wasn’t a normal weapon. There were a few items and skills I couldn’t make heads or tails of, but I could understand how amazing I was. With these abilities, I could even be cla.s.sified as a Rare Weapon or a Unique Weapon.
But my name is unknown? Is my Appraisal level too low? Or did I never have one to begin with? It’d be strange to give a sword my name—. Wait. My name? What was my name again? Huh? I seriously can’t remember it. What?
『Hmm… I can’t remember it at all.』
Though I can remember other things.
I’m 30 years old. A man. A salary man. Single. My hobbies are anime, manga, VRMMO, and reading (light novels only). I’ve been told many times that I have a nice personality. I like curry and there’re no foods I dislike. I don’t have a girlfriend. No, I’ve never dated a girl.
『I feel depressed for some reason…』
Well, I have other memories so I should remember it soon. Considering I’m a human that reincarnated as a sword, it isn’t strange that there’s a gap or two in my memory.
There’s nothing I can do about my memory so I decided to set that aside for now.
Next, I should check my appearance.
Inlaid within the mysterious blade that s.h.i.+ned with white light were three blue lines; it was beautiful. It was in the shape of the so-called longsword.
Beneath the pale gold hilt were a sculpture of a courageous wolf and a decorative blue string. The handle was wound with a latticework of blue and white strings.
This may be self-praise, but I was clearly not just a simple tool. This sword must be incredibly expensive.
However, I had no way of knowing how strong an attack value of 132 was. It wasn’t impossible that a flamboyant rich guy had this sword made as an overly decorated conversation piece. Though I don’t think that is likely considering the skills I have.
If that were true, then it’d be the worst case scenario. If I’m just some rich guy’s sword, then I should throw myself into a furnace and kill myself (?).
But I really am a fancy sword. It looked like a mystical sword that would show up near the end of an RPG.
『But I really am a sword.』
I gave a mental sigh.
I wasn’t a handsome man in my previous life. Though neither was I a shockingly ugly person. Well, I was basically the most typical of typical otaku. So I felt no lingering attachment for my previous body. I didn’t have any particular complaints about being reincarnated into a different body. Because I actually had high hopes for my body when I reincarnated.
But not as a sword. A sword.
I can’t eat or play video games like this. Nor lose my virginity.
Th-that’s right. I’m a wizard! (tn: there is a j.a.panese saying that men who are still virgins at the age of 30 become wizards) This is my cross to bear for the rest of my life.
『……』
This is hopeless. If I still had hands and feet, I’d have kowtowed in despair.
Wait, is that what that skill, Magic User, means? Come to think of it, I felt like that skill had a different feel to it than the others… Don’t screw with me! It’s not funny!