I only remember not dying with my sword.
When my eyes opened again, I was standing in a world of endless white, silent and vast.
There, before me, stood a man in priestly robes, watching me with calm eyes. "Raisuke," he said, "you've done excellently in mastering your sword. Because of you, Japan modernized. You served your emperor well."
"I see," I said. "So... I'm dead?". "Yes, unfortunately," the god replied.
I looked down at my hands, feeling ghostly. "A shame," I muttered. "That I died without my sword by my side."
"I can offer you a boon," the god said gently. "You may reincarnate into another world."
My eyes narrowed. "Is there a catch?"
"No," he answered. "Just a peaceful world of magic and swords."
"Then... please do so, God," I said.
But as he raised his hand to begin, I stopped him.
"Wait—one request," I said. "Hide my sword skills in this new world. I don't want to shake things up" "Very well," the god said. "I will grant you basic elemental magic, and your swordsmanship shall be hidden. However, you will not have mastery over magic." "I accept," I said. "Thank you."
"Then let it begin," said the god, raising his hand. "Eternis Riveris Unn De Rethe Yue Io Pelma Recar!"
A white light engulfed me. And then, silence. With the god, alone in the void, a whisper escaped his lips, "I only wonder... did I send him to the right world? That shattering world..."