Wolf Barrel 5.56

When I came to this other world, everything that surrounded me changed.

One of them is that my thoughts about 'him' have changed dramatically.

Yes, 'he'.

A single samurai, present in his chest unchanged since he was a young child, the first time he saw it.

The protagonist of the epoch "The Unreliable Wolf".

Worship a knife.

Live the Underworld Demon Way, lower your heavy-handed real-life knife to your hips, and push the box car over the wreckage.

Even if my flesh is torn and my bones are crushed.

Trying to take my young child to a dead place.

Whatever predicament you are placed in, do not bend that belief and pierce yourself.

Oh, no.

A real samurai.

When I was in the real world, it was just admiration.

Sometimes I tried to be him. But I couldn't be.

I know because I like it. The strength of his core. That was not a substitute for my reach.

I can't be a strong man like him. [M]

That's why I could only admire it.

But that vision had changed when I realized it.

I came to this other world and instead of losing things, I got things.

First, the world changed and "possibilities" widened.

Incomplete but gained the "power" of a gun.

I learned to be "ready" to kill each other with others.

And I found a "way of life" called an adventurer.

As I became familiar with those extraordinary things, the longing that was in me somehow elevated me to the goal I wanted to turn around.

I didn't want to be him.

I wanted to be recognized by him.

That's what I wanted to be admitted when he saw me, not just an eighteen-year-old kid, but a man who deserved to be questioned.

I want him to admit it.

I want to be that much of a man.

The thought eventually lodged a "soul" in my chest that emitted so much heat that I couldn't help it.

And this soul came to know later that it was the thing that must be left to live in the other world.

I needed something to discipline myself.

Whatever you do is free, life in different worlds.

There is nothing here that binds me, like in the real world.

There are no parents, no schools, no duties, no social evaluations.

You can wake up at any time, or you can sleep at any time.

I'm free to decide what I'm gonna do today and how I'm gonna live.

It was really nice to feel free from this fence.

But at the same time, I was anxious.

Is it possible for me, lazy as day and night reversing every summer vacation, to live on a regular basis just by myself?

Good thing you're free, you're getting lazy, turning away from the hard things, and eventually you may step off the path of people.

I was afraid it would happen.

So in order not to, I needed something to keep me under strict control.

Something that turns into a parent or school.

So I put this hot soul up on the slogan and tried to discipline myself in everyday life, "I want to be a good man enough to be recognized by him".

Then this worked out just fine.

If you do something self-depraved, this soul will immediately send me a warning.

'You think you can be a fine man for that!

'Be sure to pierce the last thing a man decides to do once!

"You feel sorry for yourself!

"Show me your guts!

"Come on, get up!

Ever since I got stuck with this soul, I got up every morning at 6: 00 to be able to train. Even on a rainy day, no matter how sleepy, I was forced to wake up and do a hard run.

Besides, I didn't turn back on the way, and I ran off the first distance I decided.

The morning practice I started spontaneously hasn't skipped a day since the day I decided to do it.

This is me.

No wake-up call, no pennies in return. Can you believe it?

I was surprised by this change myself. And this wasn't the only change.

Any painful thing, if it leads to my growth, I started to do it.

In doing so, further upliftment began to bud.

I began to feel strongly that running away from things in front of me was' a disgrace '.

Ever since I became aware of this soul, I've felt like something, like my gear had turned well.

Eventually, I called this soul "samurai."

Because I thought that would stick best.

But I don't know much about samurai.

When I was in junior high, I looked it up online with interest, and I remember being stunned by its content. There was only a "good people making recipe" there, like a slogan. More like this, I was shocked at the time when I imagined something vague and cool.

That would be natural, too.

Samurai is meant to nourish the morality of the samurai and foster loyalty to the master.

I wasn't expecting a samurai secretary at the time.

If I had stringed the literature further back then in the library, maybe I would have seen something different.

But it's too late.

Book cards made in the real world cannot be used here.

I have nothing to help you with.

If there is, that's just the shadow of 'him'.

- No.

Maybe I don't need any more.

What I need is not the rules that someone has set.

It's the guiding principle of how to grow into a fine man in this other world.

Here's what I decided to think.

If there is no example of samurai in this world,

Build your own samurai path from 1.

Grow your own "samurai" from scratch.

And strictly discipline yourself not to disobey that samurai way.

Act not to be ashamed of yourself, train yourself, and pierce a virtuous way of life.

That's how you grow yourself into a fine man.

When I came up with this...

I felt a contour emerged in my future statue, which was vague.

Life seemed to dwell on the robot's self, who just ate and worked out.

I was so happy with that.

No more anxiety about being free.

I thought we could keep going smoothly.

I thought so.

But.

... but it hasn't worked lately.

I failed again.

It's Totori's failure.

I was swept away by emotions then and lost sight of my purpose.

I think I did the right thing.

I think it was necessary to make the nobles wear 'kejime'.

Good for doing that personally.

If I happened to be in a tea house, an impudent raw man was rampaged, so I punished him to encourage reflection.

There's nothing wrong with this.

But I was sent to that place as the Adventurer of the Alliance, entrusted with persuasion. Yet I dared to ignore the original purpose of persuasion and let my anger wield my power. The short-circuited idea that those guys were annoying obscured their work and personal line drawings.

I just want to wield violence but for.

That disqualifies me as the person who undertook the job.

And.

Being emotional and violent is against my samurai.

I mean, no.

If at that time we had been able to contain anger emotions, it would have turned out differently. I didn't have to hurt you that much.

I had several occasions to interrupt the fight.

A red-haired nobleman screamed something, even then.

Following that voice, the nobles around him also stopped moving.

It was then.

So I said, "Let's not have any more futile disputes," and if you had gotten the spear from me, things would have settled smartly. There was no one there with the courage to be even more fierce, with his arms and legs twisted in front of his crooked companions.

That's it.

I should have been able to accomplish my mission as' persuasion '.

But what did I do?

I dared to ignore my chances of persuasion and continue the attack.

Why? Why?

Because the belly worm didn't fit.

As a result, I hurt him thoroughly until I completely succumbed to him.

I was there when I was sober.

Honestly, I even felt it was a shame it was over.

I was drunk on violence in the name of justice. [M]

And I lost sight of the purpose of persuasion.

... this body.

Besides, I didn't even immediately realize what was wrong.

Ever since I returned to the Alliance, I kept leaning my neck.

The accompanying official repeatedly said to me, "The adventurer is not for me." The true meaning of the word is because it gave priority to one's emotions and 'renounced the achievement of purpose'. I wasn't saying anything as simple as that because I was badly injured.

And it was only just then that I realized that.

After dinner with Mr. Saito, I was walking through the city at night, where I finally realized.

... Damn.

No matter how high your aspirations are, it doesn't work out right.

It's just empty.

... Damn.

... really... what is all this?

My thoughts are so hot, but reality keeps me in cold water like that.

Like an action movie, it doesn't carry things in style.

My foot is full of obstacles, and as soon as I'm fully ill, I fall. Like today.

I can't realize it without being pissed off.

I don't know until later.

My mind, my body, is really immature.

I feel sorry for you.

As of now, I won't even be able to turn around, as opposed to being recognized by 'him'.

... but.

Just go away.

I'm not giving up.

I haven't chosen such a painful way of life from the start if I were to throw it out here!

When my heart is screwed, my hot soul pulses with dokun.

You inspire me not to that extent.

It scolds me to pierce what I once decided to do.

That's why I'm not giving up.

Who gives up and does things like that!

As long as this soul keeps beating, give up and do it.

No matter how many failures I make, I'll get you up as many times as I can.

I make my failures my own fattening.

If I made a mistake, I just need to make a track correction.

In my failure this morning, I learned once again the need to discipline my emotions harshly. Next time, I don't do uncle Hema. This is how I sharpen and cultivate my 'soul', 'samurai'.

Watch it now.

I'll finish my own samurai. [M]

And let the wild wolf's fighting instincts follow perfectly.

And...

I'm going to proclaim myself a samurai.

I don't need a chongmage or kimono to be a samurai.

Doesn't make any sense to make it look like style.

All you need is a "soul". And in my left chest, I already have that soul.

It was also still 'him' that made me realize its existence.

That's enough.

Lower the main difference (machete) of M4A1 and the lateral difference (knife) of Beretta M92F to the waist.

List the wolf howling tattoo in your spellbook.

This is my style.

I will call myself Samurai in this world. [M]

I'm going to be a noble, proud wolf samurai.

And one day, I'll be a fine man enough to make ends meet with him.

... but.

I can't get through where I said Samurai in this world, so I just have to call myself an adventurer.

If I don't, I can't eat rice.

Damn.

Really, reality is always cold on me.

Why, things don't go my way...