The Story of a Low-Rank Soldier Becoming a Monarch
When I was 15 years old, I lost my right hand while serving on the battlefield. It took me almost a decade to acquire the skills I needed to survive. Throughout this time, I kept hearing discouraging remarks such as:
"You should quit now. I can't keep trying to teach you sojutsu; it's taking too much time."
"If you weren't disabled, you could learn anything you wanted. You're limiting yourself unnecessarily."
"Why do you keep pursuing swordsmanship? Why not try something easier, like gathering herbs?"
"Just live a normal life like everyone else."
Years later, at age 39, I lost my remaining hand in a terrible accident when I fell off a cliff. It was at this point that I mistakenly consumed the Artifact without realizing its extraordinary abilities...
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