The Story of a Low-Rank Soldier Becoming a Monarch

When I was 15, I lost my right hand on the battlefield. When I was 24, I mastered the skills that were necessary for my survival. But I was always told the same things, over and over: “Just quit. I’ll gray even faster if I try to teach you sōjutsu.” “But if you weren’t disabled, you could’ve learned anything you wanted, with nothing holding you back.”