I am a very ordinary person who lives an ordinary life.
Except for the fact that my limbs were brutally cut off when I was born and I was randomly dumped in the wilderness, which seemed to hate me to the core.
But fortunately, my adoptive father went up the mountain to cut firewood as usual that day, and accidentally discovered me who was dying at that time.
Incredibly, I was saved by just relying on the ordinary herbs that the two villagers collected from the mountains.
The kind old couple couldn't bear to abandon me to the wilderness where I was certain to die, so they took me in.
Especially my adoptive father, who was a top-notch carpenter. They made wooden limbs for me that fit my imperfections, and they could be disassembled at will. They were extremely strong and didn't break no matter how much I tried. (Emphasis added)
After ten years of peaceful life with my parents, disaster suddenly struck.
At that time, I went down the mountain to get medicine for my father, and I passed by an evil spirit. When I returned home, there was only blood and debris on the ground.
Therefore, I will fight to the death against the evil spirits, especially the King of Ghosts - Muzan Onimushuji.
(Boss Chip: Oh, don't come over here!!! What fool brought this god of death over here!!!!!!!)
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Guess who the protagonist is? Are the experiences somewhat similar?
The life experience is borrowed from Hyakkimaru.
Purpose: I heard that wisteria tea goes better with sunbathing~