Sewo2 woke in the prison cell with his left arm gone, bandaged in rough cloth.

  The pain was sharp and constant, but he forced himself to breathe steadily.

  He looked around at the dim stone walls, trying to understand his new world.

  He realised immediately that this place was not meant to break him fast—it was meant to break him slowly.

  He sat up, feeling dizzy, but his mind stayed strangely clear.

  He knew that if he collapsed into despair, he would become another forgotten prisoner.

  He whispered to himself that he would escape one day, no matter how long it took.

  The belief wasn’t loud or heroic; it was quiet and stubborn.

  The guards fed him four times a day, which was more than he ate in the outside world.

  This confused him at first, until he realised the prison was structured, unlike the chaos outside.

  He could use this stability to rebuild his strength if he was careful.

  He planned every meal, every movement, every breath with intention.

  When the pain settled a little, Sewo2 tested his balance with one arm missing.

  He nearly fell forward, his body instinctively reaching for a limb no longer there.

  He caught himself with his foot, turning awkwardly, analysing the shift in weight.

  He repeated the motion until it no longer surprised him.

  One night he broke a metal rod from the bed frame and used it like a wooden sword.

  He swung it clumsily, the lack of leverage making the strikes weak and sloppy.

  He stared at his own movements in frustration, knowing raw strength wouldn’t return quickly.

  He needed to rethink everything from the foundation.

  He remembered watching a spinning top as a child, how fast it moved with almost no effort.

  The idea struck him hard—rotation didn’t need two arms to be powerful.

  He tested a slow turn, letting his whole body carry the rod around him.

  It felt strange, but the momentum had promise.

  The next day he practiced rotating again, pushing his foot in small circles on the dusty floor.

  When he added a swing at the end of the turn, the rod sliced the air faster than before.

  The technique was crude, but he saw a path forming in the darkness.

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  He could build a style around movement instead of muscle.

  He added kicks into the rotations to stabilize his body.

  Each kick forced his body to re-balance and turn faster.

  His swings grew sharper, less reliant on brute force.

  He practiced until his legs trembled and sweat soaked his clothes.

  Sewo2 analysed every weakness he had with cold honesty.

  He would never match normal swordsmen in straight strength.

  But he could become faster, more precise, more unpredictable.

  He would become someone no one expected a one-armed child to be.

  When he rested, he imagined the tools he would need once free.

  A cloak to blur his movements and hide his missing limb.

  A gun to fire from blind angles, supporting his rotations.

  He worried about reloading it but kept the idea alive.

  He knew he needed stamina to spin , and balance to not lose his momentum , plus he would have to think of how he would hold his sword .

  He trained using his bodyweight , he strengthened his wrists and ankles , improved his balance by practising horse stance and single leg squats. He also knew that he must increase his muscle endurance as his shoulders felt weak after swinging the rod for 2 hours.

  Sewo2 ran into another problem ,his spin, he realised that spinning too much may cause him to become nauseous and that's better disadvantageous in battle so he couldn't just spin directly and slice his enemy , so he decided to incorporate the use of angles and using the enemy's own mind tum against him as well , countering his enemy would be a very big strength he needs to land decisive blows.

  He realised he can do 1 body twist mid air slash , into a piercing attack , then a sweep to drop the enemy to the ground and then stab into their body as an attack combination, however the part after the sweep can easily be blocked if the enemy kicks his sword away and he might even get disarmed . So he decided to think more.

  After a few more minutes of thinking he decided to use a slicing sword technique and another thrust and pierce technique, he additionally realised he would need an attached chain to his sword so if he does loose the grip he can use the chains to maneuver the sword and regain control and additionally he could just immobilizer the enemy with chains and use a gun to kill them with one decisive blow.

  The more he thought , the more he could refine his own technique, everyday he would train his body, think about his technique, then practise the movements. Then he would repeat the same ,he did the same thing 5 times a day everyday . Revenge had not left his mind but he didn't always think about it , instead he seemed to be enjoying the process of learning .

  This same routine we r on for another 7 years 5 months and 21 days , when suddenly during his training he heard a deafening explosion in the building.