A new kind of Field

Breathing heavily from exhaustion, he stood on the battlefield, alone against hundreds of thousands. My comrades had fallen to the left and right of me. Numbness crept through his legs as he reached for his shield, using it as support to steady himself. With great effort, he lifted his sword and let out a cry of agony, the last knight of our great kingdom making his defiant stand.

Swinging his sword recklessly, he struck out blindly, possibly injuring some of the devil's troops. "I will not fall until my head is severed! And my head belongs to my king!" he shouted at the enemy, his voice filled with determination. They laughed mockingly and brought him down to the ground, but instead of ending his life, they mercilessly severed his legs. Blood gushed out, forming rivulets that stained the earth. Yet, they kept him alive, forcing him to watch as they mutilated the corpses of his comrades.

Slowly, on the brink of insanity and with his strength waning, he surrendered, his eyes closing and his mind filled with unrest. Still, he clung to the vow that he would annihilate them all, slaying every single one without exception.

As his life flashed before his eyes, he witnessed the memories of his first day at the knight academy, the rigorous sword training he had undergone, and the sacrifices he made in the name of honor. He reflected on the countless enemies and formidable foes he had vanquished, as well as the ultimate honor of being chosen as the captain of his crew. Although content with his achievements, his heart still burned with an intense rage towards the enemy that had devoured his comrades.

As his consciousness gradually faded, he succumbed to the engulfing darkness. Yet, defying all odds, he started to perceive a faint glimmer of something amidst the abyss. With great effort, he opened his eyes, only to be confronted by two mysterious figures whose identities remained shrouded in uncertainty. However, instead of offering solace or guidance, they subjected him to cruel mistreatment. Relentlessly, they kicked him over and over, mercilessly tugging at his hair and dragging him across the unforgiving ground.

Through the haze of pain and confusion, he struggled to regain his senses. Drawing upon his past experiences and knowledge, he attempted to assert control over his new body. To his dismay, he discovered that this vessel he had been reincarnated into lacked the capability to execute his movements with precision. Consequently, his valiant efforts ended abruptly as he landed back on the ground, blocked by the limitations imposed upon him.

The two figures jeered with sadistic delight as they kicked him ruthlessly, their blows landing squarely on his face. The force of their assault shattered his nose, causing blood to spatter across the feet of one of the assailants and stain the ground. Overwhelmed by excruciating pain, he let out a piercing scream, his voice echoing with agony. It became painfully evident that this new body he inhabited was not only weak but feeble beyond measure.

Without mercy, the figures seized his hair, yanking his head down with brutal force, exacerbating the injury to his broken nose. The intensity of the pain pushed him beyond his threshold, and consciousness slipped away, offering a temporary reprieve from the torment.

As his eyes fluttered open once more, he found himself in a humble hut that hardly qualified as a house. Before him stood a young girl, no more than eighteen years old, diligently tending to his injuries. Gradually, his body regained its functionality under her care. The girl noticed his awakening and enveloped him in a heartfelt embrace, pressing a gentle but loving kiss to his cheek.

"Adam, I've warned you countless times to avoid trouble. It does us no good if you keep getting hurt," she murmured, her voice tinged with concern. "You know I can barely manage your task, and i need to do them when you get hurt." A troubled expression marred her features, and tears welled up in her eyes. Adam felt a surge of empathy, realizing the weight of her responsibilities. Though uncertain of his own identity, he silently accepted that, for now, he must live as this so called Adam.

He reached out and offered solace to the young girl, consoling her without betraying the fact that the person she once knew as Adam was no longer present. Deep within, he resolved to protect her, to be the strength she needed, even if the truth remained concealed.

The girl swiftly exited the room, reassured by Adam's regained well-being. His gaze lingered on her as she departed, inexplicably drawn to the cascade of long, brown locks that framed her face. Rising from his bed, he gingerly made his way toward a nearby mirror. The pain from the merciless kicks had subsided somewhat, granting him a speck of mobility.

Studying his reflection, he observed a feeble yet tall man staring back at him. His face bore a stubble instead of a full beard, while his disheveled hairstyle was an amalgamation of a messy bun and unkempt strands. Though his physique displayed signs of strength, evidenced by the muscles in his arms, he deduced that it was likely a result of toiling the land and tending to its cultivation. And judging by his appearance, he estimated his age to be around 20 years old.

Lifting his shirt, he discovered a tapestry of bruises and cuts scattered across his torso, remnants of the brutal beating he had endured and more. Determination welled within him, fueled by a desire to reclaim the glory he had once possessed. However, the uncertainty gnawed at his mind. Was this his old world or an entirely new realm he had stumbled into? He knew nothing about the person he had become or the relationships he had. All he understood was the pressing need to learn more, adapt, and safeguard the welfare of the young girl who had shown him such care.

With measured steps, he stepped out of the modest hut and surveyed his surroundings. All that met his gaze were vast fields, brimming with crops he couldn't readily identify, yet they stretched out as far as the eye could see. Suddenly, the young girl from earlier nudged him, her voice laced with reproach as she scolded him for not working. Adam found himself at a loss, never having been a farmer in his previous life, and he felt overwhelmed by the unfamiliar task before him. Despite his best efforts, it was evident that he had no grasp of the agricultural practices required. Before he could make any progress, the girl intervened, pulling him away from his futile attempts. Concern painted her face as she anxiously questioned him, "Adam, is everything alright with you? You seem different, as if you've forgotten how to tend to our crops. Did they hurt you that much? Did they kick out a screw?"

Adam chuckled, attempting to dismiss the girl's concerns, and assured her that he simply wasn't feeling well and needed some additional rest. She nodded understandingly, addressing him as "Brother," and earnestly pleaded for his well being. In that moment, Adam felt a surge of happiness, having learned the connection the original owner of the body had with the young girl. However, he also wrestled with the uncertainty of how to navigate this newfound role, knowing that her original brother was no longer by her side.

As he stepped back into the hut, his happiness waned, overshadowed by the realization that he possessed no knowledge of farming or cultivating fields. He started to sift through the fragments of information he retained from his previous life, but the fields he was familiar with were battlefields, rendering them entirely unhelpful in this context. Slowly, he began to comprehend the enormity of the challenge before him, and a sense of unease settled within him.

Adam searched the humble abode desperately, hoping to find a book or any semblance of knowledge to aid him. To his dismay, there were none to be found. It dawned on him that in a home as impoverished as this, such resources were a luxury. Disheartened, he sank back onto the bed, his mind consumed by a wave of thoughts, yet unable to find a solution.

Driven by his determination, Adam decided to sneak out without alerting the young girl, who seems to be his sister. He ventured a short distance away and approached a farmer, seeking guidance. The farmer gazed at him with a perplexed expression and remarked, "Adam, you've been here your entire life. You've never known anything other than this, and now you're asking me for advice?" He chuckled heartily, continuing, "If anyone should be seeking tips, it ought to be me!" His laughter filled the air as he playfully patted Adam on the shoulder. Not wanting to reveal his frustration, Adam joined in the laughter, feigning agreement with the farmer's jest.

With a heavy heart, Adam reentered the confines of the hut and lay down, feeling the weight of his ignorance pressing upon him. Throughout his life, he had known nothing but the art of combat, and battling against the grains of the land would yield him no advantage. Letting out a deep sigh, he continued to ponder, desperately seeking a way to acquire knowledge without arousing suspicion. The weight of the task ahead seemed insurmountable, yet he remained resolute in his determination to find a solution.

Lost in the transition from standing on the battlefield to standing amidst grain fields, he lay in bed contemplating the profound change in his life. Overwhelmed by the circumstances, he realized there was only one person he could turn to for guidance - the young girl. Determined, he rose from the bed, exited the hut once more, and scanned the area for her presence. Spotting her carrying a bucket of water, he hurriedly approached her while she was alone, gently gripping her arm as he spoke, "Hey... I know it may seem strange, but can you tell me what I should be doing today?" The girl looked at him with a puzzled expression, bursting into laughter before replying, "Silly, you have the day off today. You took quite a beating. And i already did your work for today. I was just teasing you earlier. Did you really not get it?" She embraced Adam tightly and whispered, "Please, don't get yourself into trouble again. Just stay low. I know you desire more, but let's try to find contentment in what we have. We have a roof over our heads, food to sustain us, and each other. What more do we truly need, Adam?" He detected a hint of sadness in her voice.

Adam attempted to console the young girl, but he knew his efforts were feeble. Nonetheless, she seemed content and went about her work. Lost in thought, he made his way back to the hut, contemplating his options for the day. With his newfound freedom, he had a single idea in mind - to train. Recalling the rigorous training regimen of his previous life, he ventured behind the house and began his workout.

Determined to test his body's limits, he started with push-ups. To his dismay, after just five repetitions, he reached his physical breaking point and collapsed onto the ground in frustration. Filled with anger and disappointment, he clenched his fist, striking the ground, and silently screamed into himself, "How can you be so weak? You toil in the fields, yet you can't even manage a measly 5 push-ups. What have you been doing your entire life?"

Despite his internal turmoil, all that escaped his lips were strained gasps. The realization that he couldn't perform even the simplest of workout routines left him immensely frustrated. In his previous body, he would have effortlessly completed at least 55 push-ups before moving on to the next exercise.

Recognizing that developing his muscles would require more than just a single day, Adam devised a plan to incorporate training into his field work. He picked up a long stick and ventured into the nearby forest, positioning himself at a spot where he could still see the hut but remained somewhat concealed. In this peaceful clearing, shaded by trees, he commenced the familiar routine he had repeated countless times in his previous life.

Swinging the stick like a wooden sword, he began with simple downward slashes. With each powerful swing, he realized that the physical labor of tilling the fields had indeed provided some benefits. Even after executing 25 slashes with full strength, he still possessed energy to spare. Encouraged by this discovery, he continued for another 25 repetitions before sensing that he was once again approaching his physical limit. Recognizing the signs, he paused and approached a nearby tree, using it as support for wall push-ups.

To his satisfaction, the wall push-ups proved more manageable than the regular ones. He was able to complete 20 repetitions before noticing the need to rest. Despite the fatigue, a sense of contentment washed over him. He realized that this new body held the potential for growth and improvement. Taking a moment to rest beneath the shade of the tree, he noticed the beads of sweat glistening on his skin. Seeking refreshment, he made his way to the well, the weariness in his muscles evident as he laboriously raised a bucket of water above his head. With a sigh of relief, he poured the cool water over himself, rejuvenating his spirit.

Feeling invigorated and cleansed, Adam returned to the hut, his mind filled with a newfound determination to utilize the physical labor and training opportunities available to him in this new life.

As Adam approached the hut, he heard a shattering sound. Hastily opening the door, he discovered his sister under threat of a physical assault. Reacting swiftly, he rushed over, pushed the girl to safety, and intercepted the first blow intended for her, absorbing it with his own body. In that moment, he struggled to discern the identity of the aggressor. It became clear that an angry old man was responsible for the attack. Wet and bewildered, Adam faced the man's enraged tirade.

"YOU DAMN ORPHAN, IS THIS ALL YOU DO? MAKE THE FLOOR WET? WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU? YOU DIDN'T TEND TO THE FIELD, YOU NEGLECTED THE CROPS, YOU DID NOTHING! YOU WEREN'T IN THE FIELD!" The man's furious outburst culminated in another punch, this time directed at Adam's stomach, which landed forcefully. With a clenched fist, Adam glanced at his sister, seeking guidance. She shook her head, silently urging him not to retaliate. Resigned, he endured another brutal beating. After enduring the man's assault for what felt like an eternity, he abruptly stormed out of the hut, slamming the door with such force that it broke and hung from a single hinge.

Rushing to Adam's side, the girl tearfully apologized, blaming herself. "I'm sorry, Adam. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have lied to you and said you had a free day. I shouldnt have lied about doing your work. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Overwhelmed with emotion, she began to cry upon seeing Adam's wounds once again. Tenderly, Adam brought her head to rest against his chest, comforting her as he gently stroked her hair. Whispering softly, he reassured her, "It's alright, I've endured worse. Don't cry. You're too adorable to shed tears." He wiped away her tears, his fingers caressing her cheek, and then smiled. "Can you help me to the chair?" She nodded without uttering a word and assisted him in reaching the chair.

Looking at her, he playfully pinched her cheek and requested, "Could you get me a bit of water, my sweet sister?" Hastening out of the hut, she complied. Slowly, Adam rose from the chair, limping towards the fallen door. With effort, he reattached it to its hinge, allowing himself a groan of pain. Making his way back to the chair, he removed his shirt. Once again, he surveyed his bruised and battered body, finally understanding the reason behind its appearance.

With every passing minute, Adam gathered a new puzzle piece, piecing together the life of the former owner. There was one missing piece that mattered the most - his sister. He had yet to learn her name, but he hoped that the revelation would come soon. Before he could immerse himself further in his thoughts, his sister returned with a half-filled bucket of water. Adam swiftly grabbed a rag made of clothing and began wiping the blood from his face and arms. Once he finished, he stood up and embraced his sister tightly.

Looking up at him, annoyed, she scolded, "You're wet! Why are you hugging me?" playfully punching him. In that moment, Adam got an idea to tease his sister. He let out a dramatic cry, exclaiming, "Ouch! That hurt!" Falling back into the chair, he held the area where she had lightly punched him, pretending to be in pain. Concerned, his sister rushed over, asking, "Adam, it was just a soft punch. Did it really hurt? Are you alright? Do you need help? Can I help you?" As she continued speaking, Adam burst into laughter. While his sister was still talking, he couldn't contain his amusement. Realizing it was a joke, his sister grew even more annoyed. She grabbed the water-soaked rag and playfully threw it into his face. Despite the water dripping down his face, Adam couldn't stop laughing, his heartfelt laughter filling the room. Witnessing his laughter, his sister couldn't help but feel relieved and happy that Adam could still find joy in such moments.

As they settled inside, the evening had already descended upon them. Adam stepped outside to gather firewood for their stove. With each passing minute, the hut grew warmer, and the flames in the stove danced brighter. Once the firewood had been fully consumed by the flames, his sister began cooking their meal. However, Adam wasn't idle. He had picked up a larger piece of wood that still needed to be split into smaller pieces. Taking a knife they had lying around, he started carving the wood with a clear purpose in mind.

Curious, his sister asked, "What are you carving?" He simply replied, "A tool that I'm very familiar with." Annoyed, his sister continued cooking and retorted, "Just say you don't want to tell me, you idiot." They both laughed at her remark. After a while, Adam had removed all the bark from the piece of wood, and his sister finished cooking their food. It was a simple soup, filled with potatoes and turnip cabbage, yet it was delicious. With happiness radiating across their faces, they both savored the meal together.