The Woman I Touched Turned Into a Sword
I realized who I was unusually early.
At an age when I still hadn't fully weaned from the breast, I already understood exactly who I was and where I had ended up. It went beyond mere maturity. It was closer to a curse.
"Nngya! Waaah!"
I had no idea why I was bawling and throwing tantrums like this. At an age when emotion ruled over reason, my tiny body simply reacted on its own. Inside, I was perfectly calm, which only made me more irritated that I couldn't control myself. It felt like the helpless sensation of being trapped in a dream had followed me straight into reality.
"Oh my, our little prince is awake. Did you sleep well?"
That was when the beautiful blonde nanny appeared. She stroked my cheek and offered me her breast. She understood why I was crying better than I did. Without hesitation, she pulled open the front of her dress and showed me with her body exactly what I had been fussing about.
"Are you hungry? Here, it's milk. Drink up and grow up big and strong~."
The thick, white droplets naturally stirred my appetite. I stopped crying and reached out for her breast. Apparently I really was hungry.
Oh. That looks delicious.
And that's when it happened.
"Kyaa?!"
The moment I grabbed her breast with both hands, a soft cry escaped her lips. Starting from the breast I had seized, her entire body began turning into particles of light.
Her body transformed into a blade in the blink of an eye. I gripped it with my own ridiculously small palm. I was exactly one year old. It was the year I celebrated my very first birthday.
Huh?
And at the same time, it was the day I turned a female into a sword for the first time.