Harry Potter And The Mad King Of Swords

I was thinking of how to paint my kite. At first I thought about painting it with my blood, but that thought vanished quickly.

Anyways, I decided to focus on the unicorn string. This I could tell, was immensely useful.

With a thought and a lot less mana it could change attributes. Like becoming terribly flammable.

I took it off the kite from the string and placed it at the house. I was gonna experiment on the unicorn hair.

The first idea that came to my head was using it like a whip.

So I started swinging it around.

I swung it at a tree and willed it to wrap around the tree, and then constrict. It cut pretty deep into the tree.

I thought about it for a second and then got a normal rope.

I then tested out doing it with the rope. Using my grand and powerful mastery and control of mana, I swung it, willing it to wrap around the tree. Once it reached the tree, then it fell, flopping around on the ground like a complete failure.

This made me wonder what the gap between me and actual mages. As I pondered, I considered how long it took for that shapeshifter to eventually meet me, and get destroyed. I also happened to have no idea how long it happened to take.

There was the possibility it was absurdly weak and I was way over my head.

While I was what someone could call the strongest in my past life, I had no clue how powerful the people in this world. Though I was stronger than some random warrior about to try and commit murder. Not sure if he could've succeeded. In my old world, he might have. A very strong emphasis on the word might.

Still, I was sure I was stronger than the average person. Unless I just appeared in a place full of weaklings.

So in actuality, I still had no idea how much I scaled.

Oh well, it didn't matter much to me.

I really wanted a sword or a spear. That or any good weapon. I didn't like making crappy makeshift weapons when I tried hunting.

This reminded me of how myths with swordsman always talk about how a good enough swordsman could use a blade of grass or random object as a dangerous weapon. Which, I used to be able to do. Though, it'd be a lot more efficient if I just used my body as a weapon.

Currently I was, pathetically weak. I'd been training for a few months and I was also ready to start stopping, but I always had this fear of being too weak creeping up on me. I also might have needed strength if I had an opportunity to pay off a debt.

So I really couldn't stop.

I suddenly just felt tired. I was about to test out hardening the string, straightening it, and then make it thinner.

To then use it as a weapon that could cut through anything.

But my head hurt and I felt so tired. So I went to the house and slept.

Once I awoke, I looked out the window and saw a zombie with the right half of his body revealing a skeleton. It was strange as the side with the skeleton had no clothes, while the other half was still clothed. It was as if the clothings was cut in half, and somehow staying on it's body. The clothes was probably fused with it's skin.

It had a shield, a sword, and a helmet. I realized that this was a perfect time to get rid of a zombie and get two more weapons

I immediately walked to Mono's room, to check if she was here, and if she was alive.

I knocked, then she opened the door.

"Oh great, you're alive."

"Huh? Why'd you think I was dead?"

"There was a corpse standing outside my window. Anyways, don't go outside. Imma go bury the zombie."

"Alright, uhhh good luck!"

Then I left out the door.

I saw the zombie, it spoke some words. Something about a supreme lord something something something a the great lord blah blah blah.

I didn't really listen.

After it was done monologuing. I said to it, "I really just... do not care. Please leave."

Then it started attacking me. Great.

Though, how would I kill this thing?

Oh right, I still had the string on me.

I used the disconnected piece of the string and swung it at the zombie.

It wrapped around the arm the zombie struck at me with.

Then I pulled and willed the string to constrict, cutting his arm off.

Then I recombined the string with the other.

I placed it back into my pocket, then I attacked the zombie. Kicking it in the c.h.e.s.t, knocking it back.

I knocked it back far enough to give me enough time to get the sword, which was still grasped by the severed arm.

While it swung it's shield at me, I was busy pulling the hand's fingers off the hilt.

It was pretty easy to dodge as it was pretty predictable. Well, to me anyways.

Finally, I had finished taking the arm off. Which I really didn't need to do, but I was in no danger.

I then started grabbing it's fingers to remove the shield.

While it wasn't a very smart move, there was nothing the zombie could do to me.

Once I took it's shield. I started digging with my hands.

After quite a while, I had created a grave. I dropped the corpses inside, before I got some wood, and dropped it in the grave, before lighting it on fire. I sat on the ground, lighting a flame.

I tended to the flame, until it's body became ash.

Then I buried it.

Eventually, I finished, and I went to clean this sword and the shield.

Unexpected to me, the sword was still sharp. Which was pretty neat.

Though, I probably needed to investigate why a zombie was outside the house.