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What my father gave me as a delight on my 6th birthday was a survival knife called the Benchmade 141SBK Nimla Bass. I still remember being in high school when I said to unexplained people, "A man needs to be able to use it."

On my 7th birthday, my father gave me the pleasure of a revolver called the S&W M686. As a child, he thought it was fake to a boulder, and he said to me, "First, we need to get used to it with a simple structure. That's safer than an automatic pistol for less likely to get stuck, but still don't lack maintenance," he said, "but that must be my mistake.

What my father gave me as a delight on my 8th birthday was military martial arts. No, it's nothing. He was confused by the boulder and said to me, "Are you eight years old, too? In another 10 years, you'll be an adult too," I'll still remember saying an untranslated addition that baffled me even more.

On my 9th birthday, my father was happy with me with an automatic pistol called the Beretta M92. I was starting to think he was crazy around here and he said to me, "Have you finally become the man you deserve to have automatic, too? That guy needs to be maintained with particular care," he said, proving that my hypothesis was correct.

What my father gave me as a delight on my 10th birthday was a tent to the point where one adult would let me in. I'm impressed with a decent gift to say it's my first time. "Live outside with this this this month. I haven't taught you how to hunt yet, so stay home at dinner," said Father's face, who spoke words of despair with a gentle face, unconsciously stiffening his fist when he still remembers.

On my 11th birthday, my father gave me the pleasure of traveling abroad. I thought it was time this guy was also a person's child, and I got a loose tear gland and said to me, "Then I'll pick you up in a month, so stay healthy. Oh, make the most of it because there's previous birthday presents in that bag," and I'll never forget leaving me in the depths of the jungle until I die.

On my 12th birthday, my father gave me an automatic small gun called the M4A1 Carbine, a so-called assault rifle. I think he said to me, "You've come this far, boulder, it's my son," which has been paralyzed a lot since this time, but I honestly don't remember much. I don't even want to remind you.

What my father gave me on my 13th birthday as a delight was an exceptionally powerful pistol among automatic pistols called Dessert Eagle. I honestly remember standing by saying to me, "There's no way you're going to give such a noisy thing to my son," and stunned me - in many ways - that something might come flying about an anti-tank rifle or a rocket launcher.

What my father gave me as a delight on my 14th birthday was a mock fight with my father. No, I had my doubts that you didn't do something similar before. "That's just martial arts. What you're going to wear is all the technology to survive. If you stay alert, you'll die," that sight approaching in a grumpy manner is still burning in the back of your brain.

What my father gave me on my 15th birthday as a delight was a pet. I can't fool you anymore, this guy is the only guy I'll ever drop from the start or raise and drop. I was vigilant that this would definitely have a back, too, but I said, "Then I'm going to go get him. Hippos or Tsukinowagmas, which one do you prefer? Dad's recommendation is definitely a hippo," he said. "I thought I'd die of boulders when they threw me into the mountains without letting me carry a weapon. In the end, Yakanya and the gift turned into a bear pot, not a pet, but the flavor was for the sake of the ants then.

The things my father gave me on my 16th birthday as a delight were a lot of friends. I don't mean anything nasty. Literally, we were friends - my father's. I don't even know what I'm talking about, but that day my dad invited his friend to my house and told me it was a gift and ordered me to play with that friend. At that time, I was told, "They were ex-colleagues or subordinates of my father when he was captain of a special unit in Country A. He came to Japan today to celebrate your birthday. Play fully," I can recall cumming out the absurd like I did yesterday. Neither a former colleague nor a subordinate was as strong as his father, but he was pretty strong. I almost lost when I got here in numbers. At that time, a friend of my father's let go of "Hey Captain. Does the captain want to make his son even the most powerful killing weapon in the world?" The word is deep in my heart, and it still stabs me.

And today, my 17th birthday. I made up my mind and told my father.

"Dad... I'm talking about my birthday present."

"Oh, I'm thinking of something else this year. Your surprise looks on your face after you give it to me."

Soon after that, he was also a face of despair, and I was wondering if I missed that? Well, if you pursue that deeply, you get a willingness to kill that suppressed many times. Let's forget about that. I decided to say that today.

I dwell in my eyes a flame of firm determination and look at my parents with eyes that look at my parents' revenge.

"I was wondering if you'd let me choose this year's present."

In the words his father consolidated his pitarity and expression, and silence dominated the neighborhood for a while. I felt terribly frightened inside but managed to open my mouth when I sensed that my father was not going to say anything.

"Me... I'd like to try living as a normal 17. At Shinji's house, when I touched a console... I don't know, but something came out of it."

If anyone knew anything about this, they'd just look like kids screwing consoles on their parents, but I was in the mood like a civilian visiting the Demon King on the verge of conquest of the world right now to negotiate peace.

But still, I'll tell you, I'll tell you. Throw the gas tank vigorously into the flames of determination that dwell in your eyes.

"I... I want a console. Whoa, whoa, whoa."

I got hit. That's so much so that I thought I'd lost my top from my neck already. Oh, there is, isn't there? Oh, good. It's attached.

But did this happen? I was ready, but you're quite shocked when it comes to reality. If you put in a gas tank, it'll blow up. Is this also the sweetness of risk management?

Though I felt shocked, I was also caught up in a certain sense of fulfilment for saying what I wanted to say was clear.

"Soichiro..."

I wonder what they'll say. I guess I'll be pissed off after all. You know, there's more to it than I can count that you almost got killed, but you never got too mad at me. I guess I'll have to be prepared to go to the conflict zone or something like climb Everest.

"You can buy him a console."

What did he say now? Am I hearing this wrong? No, maybe he's an agent in some country who disguised himself as his father?

When you're creating such a stray, you see me not responding immediately, and my father clouds that face just a little.

"What's wrong, don't you want it?

"Yes, I am! I'm here!"

I couldn't react very well to the unexpected response, but I immediately get up and send a hot gaze to my father.

"Don't go away. But not unconditionally, of course, right? Conditionally, if you can get past the trials I give you."

Is that still the case? But to that extent, it does not pose any threat. It's me who's been thrown into the jungle of the dense woods or fought hippos with my bare hands. I'm ready. I stare at my father with my eyes filled with flames of readiness.

"Hmm, sounds like you're ready. Good, then I'll tell you the trials. What it's all about... playing a real game with me and winning brilliantly!

Yes, he's dead. I'm dead.

I felt the flame of my eyes quenched in an instant. But that won't help either. I've been fighting this gorilla almost every day for over a decade now. Whenever I celebrated my birthday, its content changed, but the extreme was a full-scale mock fight introduced since my 14th birthday.

Incredibly, this gorilla is familiar with a variety of martial arts around the world, and has also completed some military-style martial arts. I was tapped into all those moves and literally got bogged down.

In short, the image of being able to beat this gorilla doesn't come up. If you're just a gorilla, you might be able to handle it, but what's in front of you is an army gorilla that uses all kinds of weapons and martial arts. There's no way you can win. I do think he's had a good fight for the past year or so, but I guess that's because my dad's giving me a hand job.

But I will never allow this gorilla to just give up before I do. You won't forgive me for the option of giving up before I fight.

I was slowly trying to consolidate myself into a battle in the name of despair.

"If you can beat me, I'll buy you a VRMMO game that just came out last month. If I win."

- Good, then it's war.