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When you're the sole surviving noble of junior lineage, don't expect much of a future. That's what some might think. Not Gregor, though. The way he sees it, being last of a line means he can dispense with social niceties and do exactly what he wants. And if any unwelcome visitors have a problem with that, this guy's got one or two surprises for them.

When you're the sole surviving noble of junior lineage, don't expect much of a future. That's what some might think. Not Gregor, though. The way he sees it, being last of a line means he can dispense with social niceties and do exactly what he wants. And if any unwelcome visitors have a problem with that, this guy's got one or two surprises for them.

A turn off the beaten track, and the life I knew was in ruins. Then out of nowhere, an apprentice and a move to the capital. Entry to the Academy of Magic, and hours spent in the library trying to eradicate a magic bond. Only none of it went the way I expected. Not by a long shot.

To save my world, I had to enter the portal and close it from the inside. After fighting endless hordes of demons, I finally found a way home. But instead of the tranquility I sought, I got something very different . . . my world has changed, but it's still rife with danger, so my job is far from done. For now, I need to figure out what happened during my absence and deal with these new threats. I have returned, and I will carve a new path with my sword.

The road had been long and hard, but there was no guarantee that what I'd been through would be enough to turn me into the person my mentors saw me as. I had too many questions still ahead of me. But ahead of me today was another training session in the dojo, which meant I would get my answers later. If I survived, of course.

Imagine you find yourself in a world that prizes martial arts above all else, and that I am the descendant of an ancient clan who have honed their skill from generation to generation to rise to the ranks of the most powerful . . . Bet you're surprised, right? The thing is, most of my teachers say I'm a hopeless, talentless loser. No big deal, at first glance at least. I can survive just fine without talent. There's just one catch—I'm already dead. Or am I?

I thought my world's salvation was just a step away, but I was wrong . . . I refused to go down without a fight. I returned home, but everything had changed. All was not lost, however—even in this world, I have found allies willing to fight by my side. Now I have to recover my lost strength and deal with the legacy my friends left behind.

My learning is to continue. I have now passed all of my exams, leaving me free to devote more time to training in the dojo. What's still unknown is whether this change is about to be the biggest challenge for me in the months to come, or whether the masters are already dreaming up some new ordeal for me....