I Was Reborn as a Sword in a Human Body and I Cannot Speak

Asahi kept his hand on the broadcast desk so no one would see it shake. His body still felt borrowed, and some mornings the simple act of swallowing hurt like he was forcing a blade into a sheath that did not fit. He was the voice of the school each day, the boy who read weather reports, lost item notices, and lunch menus into a room full of students who judged people by power and rank. That made him useful. It also made him easy to watch. He is trying to find the one person who killed the mage who gave him life, while a rival girl keeps matching him move for move and calling it contempt. He hates how much he needs her help, and he hates even more that she may be the only one who sees the cr...