Lived for the sword, kicked the bucket for the sword. Theres no lament in his lifetime–just a single thing, yet just reverence remained. One day Souma recoups his memory from the past life, yet that occurs around the same time hes marked as an uncouth individual. Denied by what he aches for... Anyway for Souma, it has nothing to do with him. "I need to utilize enchantment." Antiquated remnants, underground mazes, evil presences domain, woods of witches. In the event that you hear something about enchantment, you head there decisively. This is the tale of such a kid.