Transmigrated into a Xiongnu? As he watched the slaughter of Europeans all around him, the young man gazed at the greatsword in his hand. "I won't kill anyone who doesn't resist."
"Yes, Chanyu."
On a battlefield stained red with blood, the young man stood leaning on his sword. Wounds of every size covered his body, and there was hardly any remedy for them.
"At last... it's over..."
But then he found himself awake once more, and his body had undergone a strange change.
"Attila-chan~"
"Call me the Great King!"
"Huh!?"
"Sorry, I was wrong. I was joking. What can I do for you?" (trembling with fear)
