At age 15, I lost my right hand on the battlefield. By 24, I had mastered the skills necessary for my survival. Yet I was constantly told the same things, again and again: "Just quit. I'll gray even faster if I try to teach you sojutsu." "But if you weren't disabled, you could've learned anything you wanted, with nothing holding you back." "Hey, let's just collect herbs. Why are you so obsessed with swordsmanship?" "Just live like everybody else." At 39, I lost my left hand and fell off a cliff. And when I swallowed the Artifact I knew nothing about...