A vibrations run throughout my body I don’t know when I woke up, but because of the sudden appearance of this rhythmic vibration I knew it must be important. Though my thoughts are still a bit scattered from what I went through I put them aside for the moment and try to focus looking for a clue that will help me understand what happened to me.

  The first thing I notice after trying to find the source of the vibrations is that it appears every second or more. It also seems that the origin is near the end of my body and from there spreads a short distance before disappearing.

  After a while I notice that when I focus on other parts of my body there also seem to be small vibrations and appearing in a different rhythm. Although they’re all vibrations I notice that there is a difference between the vibrations on the end I will call top it seems that the vibrations move in a more wild manner while on the bottom side they move in a more calming way. I wonder if this is what you call different frequencies.

  *Dunin*

  Hmm somehow I can now read it? It seems to have some sort of a connection to metal language, what does metal language even mean? Leaving aside that hearing is not seeing I suddenly got startled by a barrage of messages.

  Due being given form at the hand of an average blacksmith you have been named ‘common kitchen knife’.

  “…………”

  After looking at the blue boxes in silence for a while all I could think was ‘I’ve turned into a knife didn’t I….’

  A couple of hours later I have resigned at my fate, I had some suspicion before, but who would believe that they are reborn as a piece of metal. I have always been a positive guy. Why struggle and waste my time thinking about something I can’t change, just go with the flow men! Now knowing that I’ve become the tool I always used for my passion I feel a little spark of happiness,living like this isn’t that bad since I could continue my passion for cooking. Out of all the things i could have been reincarnated into I’ve gotten one where I could still practice my cooking skill.

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  I must say that my life wasn’t bad nor good the only thing that I was living for was cooking, I would often go around town to teach servants and a few nobles 'the ways of god'. It didn’t pay much but it ith was enough to live good life, I could cook most of the day and use the money I got to pay for the small room where I lived.

  When I remember the day I got accidentally stabbed when trying to teach the daughter of a noble family, I knew that I never want to experience it again, I don’t want to be used as a tool to kill someone. I proclaimed to myself that I will live my life to its fullest, to never hurt someone with my sharp edge, to proudly do my cutting duty like a knife should and above all learn a way to cook once again!

  After I decided what my goal in this life should be, I waited for my owner to come buy me.

  I can’t say how much time had passed until I felt that someone picked me up. I decided to present myself the best way I could.

  “Greetings Sir/Madam I am willing to serve you and aid you in your task of cutting food, I will do my best to cut as sharply as I can and to never lose my edge!”

  *dunin*

  ‘Shocked’ It worked!?

  I knew I was right, good introductions are always needed when applying for a job, I let out a smile. Determined that I will do my job to the utmost of my abilities so I wouldn’t be thrown away during my search to the path of a cook I set out to my new home.

  Little did I know about the rivalry between knifes and the danger that comes with the job.

  ps. don't mind the torture from last chapter and this title suggesting that he is being bought like a slave muhaha...... *cough*