"You were built in a factory! You don't HAVE a soul!"

He sounded certain, but he always sounded certain. That didn't mean he WAS. The automatic response of what everyone knew to be true rang hollow against the evidence of his eyes and ears. Jiyu had traveled much of known space and he had never seen any manufactured weapon that behaved exactly like soul arts. In all the stars, the power of the soul was unique.

And that was soul arts. There was no mistaking it.