The Ghost General Battles the Corpse King

I am the Ghost General, commanding an army of a hundred thousand spirit soldiers. Wherever my sword points, none can stand against us.

But few people know... I'm afraid of ghosts! Including me!

The Corpse King is coming, and I have to lead my army into battle.

As I rally the troops, I face a vast sea of ghost soldiers, my legs shaking with fear.

I scream at the top of my lungs, “All troops, charge!!”

(Inner thoughts: Aaaah, stay away from me!)

The ghost generals, eyes brimming with tears, cry, “The general's fighting spirit is boundless! We swear to follow you to the death!”

The two armies face off. The Corpse King summons a million rotting corpses as the sinister wind howls.

I shudder in fright and accidentally fling my sword away.

The result: My sword cuts through space and strikes the Corpse King's vital point with pinpoint accuracy, grievously wounding him on the spot.

Everyone exclaims, “...The general's might is divine! He wipes out the enemy with a laugh!”

No, wait, let me explain! My hand really just slipped!

Corpse King, don't look at me like I'm your destined nemesis. I'm scared!