The Great Swordsman Doesn't Want to Be a Pirate

Hello, everyone. Allow me to introduce myself. I was a soon-to-be college student who transmigrated after taking the college entrance exam.

I ended up in a... well, a strange world where every man I met would say, "The sea is calling me!"

I was adopted by a strange old man.

Then he died.

Before he died, he told me to become the world's greatest swordsman.

As someone who'd just made it through senior year of high school, the time when people are at their smartest, all I wanted was to lie flat and spend my days farming.

It's definitely not because I'm seasick and don't want to set sail!

So I farmed, practiced swordsmanship, and read books to cultivate my mind, spending the first fifteen years of my life on this island.

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My peaceful life ended because of a vegetable thief.

I wasn't holding a sword, and there wasn't even a stick nearby, so I had no choice but to pull off my shoe and throw it at the thief.

Bull's-eye. The thief went down. Standing there with one bare foot, I stared at the stunned men. After a moment's hesitation, I took off my other shoe. "I don't have my sword, so you'll have to make do with a slipper. Should I use it as bait or a scarecrow?"

"...This is our captain. We'll pay for it," said the steadiest-looking man in the group, taking a drag on his cigarette.

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That captain was a red-haired idiot.

He tried his hardest to invite me aboard his ship. I didn't think that was a good idea. My values wouldn't let me become a thief! Pirate or bandit, I wouldn't do it!

When I said I wanted to become the world's greatest swordsman, he got even more excited and thumped his chest, promising he knew the world's greatest swordsman very well.

I said "Oh" without expression, then fought him without hesitation.

I lost.

Fine. Back to farming.

"Old man, it's not that I don't want to do it. My opponent was just too strong. Look, the first person I met nearly killed me..." I rambled on to the old man's grave as the red-haired idiot exclaimed, "Huh!?"

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After that, I don't know why, but people kept coming to challenge me.

I beat them all up and thought hard about how I really was too kind. From now on, I should just cut down any ship I see.

Some time later, the red-haired idiot came back with a cold, ruthless swordsman.

The moment we laid eyes on each other, we drew our swords and blades and started fighting.

Afterward, we hit it off so well that we started discussing N ways to grow vegetables.

Then I brought out some wine and told him, as we drank, that I'd given up on the title of world's greatest swordsman because it was too much trouble.

"Fighting gets in the way of my reading time. Ah, with you, though, I think it'd be fun. It was fun fighting him, too, but I still don't know how that idiot lost his arm."

"Sigh, invincibility is so lonely," I lamented. "Farming is better."

The red-haired idiot and the cold swordsman were both speechless for a moment.

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I was so bored that I took an interesting person as my little brother.

He had black hair, a sunny smile, a huge appetite, lots of freckles, and boundless energy.

I told him, "If you ever run into something you can't handle, tell me."

He paused, then obediently agreed.

After that, I went and stormed an execution ground, despite considering myself a law-abiding citizen.

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Afterward, I really missed being a law-abiding citizen.

I felt I'd let down the nurturing care of my motherland. Sob, sob, Mom, please discipline your rebellious child in the next life!

Don't forget the child you lost in another world, Mom!

Remember to come pick me up!

Theme: I love this land with all my heart