Reincarnated Swordmaster

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”

A piercing scream erupted, as if tearing through my vocal cords. The cold sensation of the steel sword slicing through my neck still lingered vividly. A sense of dread and discomfort settled in my body as my vision floated aimlessly in mid-air, confronting the cold face of death.

How long had I screamed like this?

I realized I was howling alone under the dark night sky.

“What… what is this?”

I cautiously felt my throat and nape. My head was intact, and the tranquil scent of cow dung wafted through the air. Such a familiar smell led me to cautiously look around.

Familiar cold. Familiar darkness. Familiar scent of cow dung.

Yes.

I was in the barn.