Chapter 43: Left Leg

Now then, time for work. As soon as that thought surfaced, a single problem rose up. My left leg. The left leg that had been blown off in the previous battle was gone from below the knee. This was bad. I had to do something about it. Obviously. Five hundred years after the time I was born, losing a limb in this era was not the catastrophe it once would have been. It could be handled fairly easily. Unless you were someone like my parent Yuri, who liked one-armed life, the usual course was to…