Wolf Barrel 5.56
1-4
I have a hero.
Worship a knife.
He is the protagonist of a epoch called "The Unreliable Wolf".
The first time I knew him was in kindergarten.
On a day when there were no cartoon broadcasts, I stumbled upon an unreliable wolf reruns on local television and fell in love with a sword of worship as a young man.
While everyone was imitating five rangers and riders, I was imitating him.
With a round newspaper as his knife, he was practicing a watertight wave-cutting machete against a tree.
I also imitated the samurai tone.
But over time, I realized I couldn't be a strong samurai like him.
No matter how much you arch, your arms don't get fat, your feet are slow, and you don't have any strength.
A knife, the life of a samurai, is arrested simply for carrying it in violation of the Gun Knife Act.
Boys are forbidden to have long hair in elementary school, so they can't even do a trick.
I can't be a samurai.
As I grew accustomed to making things go away, sometime, I was just satisfied to see what a samurai looked like.
Instead, I was getting enthusiastic about something new.
It's an FPS game.
Defeat the opponent with a gun and compete for a score according to the rules. In that electronic world, I was comforted by updating my rankings for "something" that wouldn't be met.
- Guns.
At some point, the presence of a gun in me became something I admired as much as a knife of worship.
And neither, something out of reach.
Here's what I really want.
But I could have gotten a gun in this other world.
That means.
Maybe I can get another one......