Gazehold
In a world where power is measured by skill and belief, not numbers, the scythe is nothing more than a farmer's tool-meant to cut grass, not lives.
Hunters once walked this land. Not the strongest, not the most blessed, but the most versatile. They stood where knights fell, healed where priests could not reach, and adapted where others broke.
Now, the hunter job is dead-buried under impossibly high standards no one can meet.
He is just a farmer.
With no legendary weapon, no divine blessing, and a skill so common it's mocked-Grass Cutting-he dares to revive what the world abandoned. Through Bhymer, a power born from memory and mental image, his scythe becomes unbreakable... but not overpowered.
Grass is not cut by force.
It is cut at the root.
From corrupted ancient humans to forgotten battlefields, he learns that a hunter is not defined by strength-but by adaptability.
And when the world finally notices him, they will realize too late:
Even grass, when cut correctly, can become death.