The Story of a Low-Rank Soldier Becoming a Monarch

At the point when I was 15, I lost my right hand on the war zone. At the point when I was 24, I dominated the abilities that were essential for my endurance. However, I was constantly told exactly the same things, again and again: "Just quit. I'll dim much quicker in the event that I attempt to show you sōjutsu." "Yet, in case you weren't impaired, you could've picked up anything you needed, with nothing keeping you down." "Hello, how about we simply gather spices. For what reason would you say you are so fixated on swordsmanship?" "Simply live like every other person." At the point when I was 39, I lost my left hand and tumbled off a bluff. Furthermore, when I gulped the Artifact I had no information about... [ Searching forces… ] - Availability for development - Desire for information - Abyssal eagerness - Power and industriousness - Talentless determination - Reversing the impulses After the fight, I was renewed as a 15 year old newbie. 《Experience focuses expanded! 》 《Experience focuses expanded! 》 《Experience focuses expanded! 》 《Experience focuses expanded! 》 《Experience focuses expanded! 》 From rough hired fighter Chris to youthful warrior Chris! It's the narrative of an able fellow that discovered the brilliance on the combat zone. It's the tale of an inept man going past, exceeding the cutoff points. It's the tale of a conventional man turning into a knight. It's the narrative of an interesting ruler securing his kin. It's the narrative of a man that got back to save his landmass. 《Experience focuses acquired!》