I Reincarnated as a Knife Thrower
Everett Paxinou lived and died by the blade, a knife-throwing performer whose control was so precise he never drew blood. But one half-second distraction, one bad throw, and his life ended in a carnival tent. He should have been dead. Instead, he woke up in the body of a seven-year-old boy in a remote hunting village called Ensorsh, with a system notification hovering before his eyes:
[Knife Mastery System activated.]
[Skill granted: Precision Throw (Lv.1).]
There’s just one problem: Ensorsh is a village of archers. Bows are everything. From his new father, a master hunter, to the village elder who’s trained generations, everyone insists the bow is the only proper weapon. Knives are for cutting rope, not fighting monsters. When a starving Mortis Hound charges out of the forest and Everett saves his brother with a single, perfect throw to the eye, the village sees it as a fluke, luck and instinct, not a path worth pursuing. His father hands him a bow. The elder tells him to forget the knife and build a “proper” foundation.
Everett isn’t stupid. He’ll train with the bow to keep them happy. But at night, behind the house where the fallow field hides him, he trains with the blade the System gave him. His older sister discovers his secret, and instead of exposing him, she starts watching. The System slowly unlocks his true potential: levels, skill evolutions, and a branching path that could turn him into something no one in Ensorsh has ever seen.
But the world outside the village is stirring. Bandits plague the trade roads. Strange beasts creep closer from the Ligio forest. And the System’s quests aren’t just about getting stronger; they’re pulling him toward a fate that will force him to choose between the quiet lie he’s been living and the blade he was reborn to wield.