I am a Highlander and my father was the king of one of the tribes of the Highlanders, and they called him the Axe of the South. His story begins when he was a young man, before he met my mother, and he was not the king of the tribe, he liked to challenge the strongest warriors in each tribe, and he always won against the others. It was at that time that my father became famous, and at that time everyone called him 'Young Axe'.

After my father met my mother, he stopped going out to challenge other fighters, but other fighters began to challenge him, which made him quite excited, and he would not refuse every time, and he was able to defeat his opponents every time, and 'Young Axe' was gradually no longer able to tell him about his strength, but he needed to do something to make a name for him.

It is the Imperial army that threatens the survival of the Highlanders, and although the Highlanders never take the initiative to invade the territory of the Empire, as long as the Imperial army sees the Highlander tribe, fighting is inevitable. My father's justification was to slaughter an entire army that had recently bloodied a nearby tribe, and my father needed their blood to pay for the people of that tribe.

Blood for blood. That's a phrase my father used to say.

In the end, not a single one of that army returned alive, not a single one, and they were all slaughtered by their fathers. My father hung the head of the leader of this army in front of the ruins of that tribe and sat there alone for two whole days, which my mother told me, and I did not know it, when I was only a year old.

Later, the Empire sent troops again, this time more numerous and better equipped, but my father went to fight alone, this time with the result that he slaughtered the entire army alone, and the Empire never sent troops since.

It was at that time that my father began to be called the 'Axe of the South' by the Highlanders, and my father's tribe flattered him as king.

It's hard to change the fact that the Highlanders have been berserkers for generations, and the Highlanders are proud that they can be berserkers, and I, for what they consider to be the shame of the Highlanders, because I became a swordsman.

I was able to go into a state of madness at a very young age, and my father was very pleased with that, and I felt that relief from him, but I didn't like axes, I don't know why, it was a kind of resistance that welled up in my heart, and I felt it deeply when I first picked up an axe at the age of five.

I didn't tell my father about it, I just kept putting off the day when I picked up the axe. But that day always comes, and every Highlander child must start learning the axe when he is ten years old, and I am ten years old, and I must pick up the axe and use it.

I didn't pick it up, I didn't even look at it, I picked up the sword under the angry eyes of the tribe's people, and I was going to be a swordsman when I picked up the sword, but the tribesmen, my father and mother, wanted me to be the next fierce berserker like my father, and I lived up to their expectations.

My father, in a fit of rage, threw me out of the tribe, and he said to me that I would never find a soul in the sword, and I told him that I would find it for him.

I went all the way from the tribe to the direction of the Empire, and as soon as I crossed the border, I was captured by the army of the Empire. The Highlanders were so easy to recognize, with reddish-brown hair, reddish skin, and always carrying an axe, and although I didn't have the last point, they must have thought I was just a child and hadn't started to learn axe skills.

They took me first as a prisoner, and then when a merchant came and sold me to the merchant as a commodity, and then I went to many cities, but I sat on the wooden prison cart, and had no freedom, and even the urine and urine had to be solved in that little hole in the car.

I will find my soul so that my father will know that I am right. It was the idea that sustained my survival, and after passing through many cities, the merchant finally came to the city of Endor, from the southernmost part of the empire to the northwest of the empire, almost the entire distance of the empire. It was here that the merchant finally began to sell his wares, the highlander slaves.

Highlander slaves are quite popular among the nobles, because the highlanders have a lot of strength, and they can also go berserk, and they can become an excellent gladiator with a little training, so the price of the highlanders can be said to be very expensive, but there are still many nobles who buy, and the highlanders who were transported here with me were bought one by one, and soon only me and another old man remained. The old man is too old, and I am too young to be a gladiator.

The merchant saw that the two of us hadn't sold a week after he came here, and wanted to kill us and go back to get the next batch of slaves, but one thing he didn't calculate was that he didn't know I could go berserk. After the madness, I killed along with several of his swordsman guards, and after letting the old man go, I also left that place, the merchant had a lot of gold coins on him, and the people of our entire tribe combined did not have so many gold coins, this was the first time I had seen so many gold coins, and it was because of this that I met the master.

At that time, I looked at a bag of gold coins and walked forward in a daze, and bumped into a person, and after hitting that person, nothing happened but I fell to the ground on my back, and the gold coins fell to the ground. At that time, there were many people around, and when they saw any of the fallen gold coins, they were still eye-catching, so many people rushed over to pick them up.

I was furious, I yelled, that's mine! Then I began to go berserk, child, it's normal to not be able to control madness, these ordinary people are not my opponents at all, and soon many of them were thrown out by me, and when I saw my eyes red, these people were scared and left silently. In the end, I still had a lot less gold, and I couldn't help but complain about the person who hit me, but I didn't think much about it at the time.

That person was my master, the sword saint Albert, and I was still theorizing with him at the time, and at the end, he asked me if I would like to learn swordsmanship from him, and when I heard this, I quickly nodded. I desperately need someone to teach me how to do swordsmanship, even if that person is just a very ordinary swordsman, and when I get started, I can figure it out on my own, I just lack someone to take me through.

I knew that my master was a sword master a few months after I became his apprentice, and it was only then that I began to contact his communication circle, and I also knew at that time that I had several senior brothers, and they were very kind to me, even if they knew that I was a highlander, they did not discriminate against me.

Of course, the fact that I'm a Highlander is not worth discriminating against.