That Time I got Summoned in a Fantasy World with Inhuman Sword Mastery

A World of Swords and Magic (1)

I wake up from a deep sleep with a start as my alarm clock starts ringing, and look around, confused. My cozy room, which I expected to wake up to is nowhere to be seen and I'm sitting on sharp grass instead of my bed, surrounded by trees that look too ancient to exist where I live. I stand up, taking in the freshest and the most refreshing air I have ever inhaled."The hell?" I mutter to myself as I dust off my pajama pants, and look around once more, noticing the undergrowth that tower above, twice my size. I am still trying to comprehend what is going on when I hear the loud rip and thumps coming from a distance, followed by a monstrous shriek. I slowly look over to the direction of the sound and realize with dread that the thumping sound is getting closer to me very quickly. I start running through the thick undergrowth in the opposite direction from the source of the thumping sounds, whatever is making that sound, it's much faster than I, and in less than a minute it catches up with me as I run out into an opening. I have the slightest chance to have a look at the massive creature that is dashing towards me. It is an 8-meter tall boar, with dark brown fur, and tusks longer than my body. "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUK" I scream in absolute terror as I run faster than ever before in my life, lungs burning and legs getting heavier and heavier even though adrenaline is pumping through my veins. I do a sharp turn to the right when I feel the monster's hot and stinky breath right behind my neck, in an attempt to throw it off course, and it works. It continues in its initial direction for another 10 meters before stopping itself and throwing itself towards me again, even faster this time. I succeed these maneuvers multiple times, but the boar doesn't seem to tire, and I know I'm dead when my foot treacherously trips over some thick vines growing on the ground. I fall face first and try to regain my foot when the boar slams it's tusk into my left shoulder, shattering its bones and impaling it completely through. I cry out in pain with hot tears running down my bloody face, my mind trying to make sense of the immense amount of pain which I've never felt before. I couldn't even wrap my mind around the things that just happened when the boar jerks its head sideways, sending me flying in full speed towards the trees. I crash into a tree trunk and feel my entire existence shake, as I fall 6 meters down into hard dirt, spraining, no, snapping my right ankle. I feel overwhelming pain coming from all parts of my body, especially my shoulders, and smell the strong scent of ammonia as my pants slowly wet, making a puddle under me. As I see the boar dashing yet again towards me, I close my eyes and pray that it will make a clean kill of me. I wait, listening to the maddening thumps of the creature's feet getting closer, and expect one last surge of pain as it ends my life. The sound suddenly stops, the pain doesn't come, and another sound, one I never expected to hear, comes from the direction of the boar. I quickly look towards the source of the crashing sound, over to the party of four people, three with light armor, armed with standard swords, and one with full plate armor, armed with a huge broadsword. I stare in confusion as the party of four gets ready to fight the boar, which is now getting up from the ground some meters away, with a huge cut down his left eye and a broken tusk. The sight of the damage done to it fills me so much hope, making me forget about the numbing shoulder and ankle. The knight with the full plate armor lifts his sword, ready to strike down at the dashing monster. After a moment of silence, there is a loud thunk as the full plated knight flies through the sky towards me with a dent on his helmet. He falls right beside me, lifeless, with his broadsword in his hands. The rest of his party is already laying dead on the ground with their heads and limbs chewed up by the monstrous creature. I felt sickened at the gruesome sight and was about to empty my stomach when I saw the boar, the god damned boar, preparing itself to launch towards me one last time. I gather what I have of my strength, my eyes on the broadsword, and drag myself up and over, trying to ignore the insane pain coming from every part of my body, to the knight's body, to attempt to lift the sword. It must weight at least half of my own weight, and wouldn't even move an inch as I try to lift it with my good arm. I give up trying to lift the big sword quickly and pick up a small dagger sticking from the knight's belt, laughing at myself for how stupid this must look. Trying to fight against a monstrous 8-meter boar with a dagger the length of my dick. I half-heartedly swing the dagger as I feel the remaining tusk of the boar shove its way into my upper stomach, and I feel the last of my life slip away as I fly back once again. The last thing I hear is a thunderous boom that almost punctures my eardrums before I end up crashing into another tree headfirst and cracking my neck.