Wolf Barrel 5.56

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......