In my past life, I was a Rune Hawk, a legendary elite mercenary. I reached perfection in handling rune magic and spoke with the gods on equal terms. But some of them began unleashing wars, and dangerous monsters were set upon me. In the end—minus the root of evil, minus the Rune Hawk.
At least some unknown power gave me the chance to be reborn in another world. And it has a great sense of humor, apparently. I ended up in the body of a slender young man whom battle dogs were let loose on. One thing is good: runes work here too. And why does everyone consider them useless? There’s no stylus made from a dragon claw at hand, alas—but even this crude piece of wood will do.
So, let’s begin…