‘My name is Ford and I am thirteen years old. I originally lived with my father, who was a tanner, and only did errands for a living.’0

Honestly, Ford never anticipated such a turn of events. It was inconceivable that someone as humble and illiterate as him would find himself studying in a grand and magnificent institution, learning from illustrious educators.0

According to the prevailing narrative, malevolent forces had emerged on the continent, prompting the nation to call upon its citizens for assistance. In response, Ford's father retrieved his grandfather's antiquated armor and sword, heirlooms concealed deep within their studio.0

These relics were, in fact, woefully outdated, so ancient and deteriorated that they verged on being unsettling. Yet, commoners like them had no choice but to bear arms, even though the cost was so exorbitant that they could only pass these precious items from one generation to the next.0

With the sword and armor, passed down through generations, in hand, Ford's father bravely ventured out to participate in the war. He even promised Ford a gift upon his triumphant return. Those were the last words Ford ever heard from his father.0

Ford's mother had passed away long ago, and he had no siblings to lean on. Consequently, he was the sole survivor. Nevertheless, Ford was too young and inexperienced to follow in his father's footsteps and continue the family's tanning tradition.0

During that time, the territorial lord approached him with the decision to dismantle their studio, filled with his father's memories, and replace it with a garden. Ford realized he had no recourse but to acquiesce. Only a fool would dare to oppose them, for he understood that defiance would inevitably lead to his demise.0

In the blink of an eye, Ford lost everything. He was thrust into a life on the streets, begging for sustenance day after day. Existence became a torment, and as his emaciation grew more pronounced with each passing day, Ford resorted to desperate acts. He...0