After leaving earth in a pathetic way, Asher finds his soul in the body of a baron's bastard son. As the last surviving member of the Ashbournes, Asher must take up the mantle and build his territory or die in the jaws of a beast or the blades of hungry nobles greedy for his territory. Luckily, he did not enter this man-eat-man world without support. [Ding! Soulbinding successfully completed.] [Would the host like to upgrade your bronze-ranked butler to a powerful silver-ranked swordsman? Yes or No.] ............. https://discord.com/invite/8Ufe4789YX
The scene around them changed, and Asher standing beside Atticus saw a man training at the mountaintop with a huge wolf, a little bit bigger than Sirius lying not too far away. The stars adorned the dark skies, and it seemed like they watched the man swing his blades with great mastery.
Around the man were several boulders that were set in a way that it seemed like a naturally formed formation that had existed for decades.
Asher squinted.
"That's you!"
"Yes, that's me. I was 29 then. I had spent ten years in Bashan, gained fame, discovered mysterious barbarian tribes with unique abilities no noble in the high plain has ever encountered, and saw some races we thought were extinct. I had to train to survive since I wanted to walk a lonely path back then, and this was when I created my own battle skill."
Atticus looked at Asher.
"Blood Awakening."
"Blood Awakening…" Asher muttered.