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
Clang!
A tremendous shockwave billowed out, sweeping everyone 300 yards away. Slade slid back while Asher landed stably.
"Asher. Asher. Asher. It's been a while." As he was speaking, a great amount of lightning gathered on his sword.
The earth imploded as Slade shot forward, closing the gap almost instantly and slashing twice, at Asher's neck and abdomen.
Clang! Clang!
Asher parried both strikes with ease, leaned forward, and unleashed an upward strike. A swift counter that caught Slade off guard.
Slade narrowly deflected it with his right arm. He took two steps to the side only for Asher to slam his shoulder into him.
The bash caused Slade to stagger.
'What?!'
His eyes widened. How was it that Asher had better reflexes than him? How was it that his skills were more refined?
It was like Asher had gone through several battles, facing opponents that were much stronger and struggling to keep his life.