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— Maybe being a warrior isn't your calling? — Artelix leaned back against the chair he was sitting on and stared at the ceiling. — I've often thought that I was born in the wrong country and the wrong era. My father was an Ilian, and my mother was from Melkoria, but neither the wild forests of Melkoria nor the Ilian civilization appealed to me. I like Taosia, and I've achieved some success in Ken-ryu, but what good are these skills now? There are no more daimyo in Taosia to whom I could offer my sword, and besides, magic is becoming more widespread, and firearms have appeared... Every year, it becomes more and more difficult for a traditional warrior to survive.