In my previous life, I was the Runic Falcon—a legendary elite mercenary.
I reached perfection in wielding runic magic and spoke with the gods on equal terms. But some of them started unleashing wars, and dangerous monsters were set upon me. As a result—minus the root of evil, minus the Runic Falcon.
But an unknown power gave me the chance to be reborn in another world. And it has a sense of humor. I ended up in the body of a thin young man—on whom fighting dogs were unleashed.
One thing is reassuring: runes work even here.
So why does everyone think they’re useless? Unfortunately, there’s no stylus from a dragon’s claw at hand—but even this wooden splinter will do. Alright then…