You train vigourously with your sword every day, for days and days, always wearing your favorite one-handed glove. Fatefully, the one day you do not wear your glove that you hold so dear, you lose focus and chop off your right hand!!!!!
DUN DUN DUN *lightning strikes/thunder crashes*
*stage goes dark, white spotlight on Heineram with cut off arm*
*Heine ram is standing with face lowered and hands hanging at sides.*
*raises arms and face to the ceiling*
*dramatic music*

Then, you spiral into a depression for months and months. Just when the world is at its bleakest, and you are giving up hope, and you've lost sight of everything you know and who you are.... your old master returns!! The Sensei is old and weak but is still able to train the youthful. With the help of the Sensei, you are able to find a new calling, and a new weapon: ((err, himmm...)) the throwing star (( ?? )) ....and..... bladed shoes! yeah! *nods*
edit: ninja'd. *facepalm*