"After learning [Sea God Armor] and [Dark Moon Blade], I seemed able to touch the excitement deep inside me."
Kallen rested his left hand on his chest and continued writing in the black notebook with the pen in his right hand:
"I've always felt that, in this world, I'm like a wanderer in a desert, lonely and lost.
"Someone gave me a tent, someone gave me food, someone gave me a horse, and someone gave me directions...
"But no matter how much the outside world gives me, none of it can offer the sense of security I need as much as holding a gun in my own hand."
After a pause, Kallen recalled that the servant and pets at home seemed to have a habit of reading his notes, and continued:
"This feeling might be a little selfish, as though I'm suddenly belittling all the help I've received, but after always being protected, I want to try experiencing what it feels like to protect them, too."
Yes, that should do. They'll be happy when they read it.
Kallen felt neither insincere nor affected, because the moment the thoughts in his heart became words on paper, the possibility of their being seen arose, and they were inevitably "distorted" to some degree.
Closing the notebook, Kallen reached toward a potted cactus on the desk and teased its spines with his fingertips.
He knew, of course, that although he had learned the techniques, there was still much he needed to explore and learn on that foundation. Combat experience and the finer points of fighting were not things he could acquire overnight;
but regardless, although he was no sharpshooter, at least he now had a gun in his hand. The meaning and the concept were entirely different.
Leaving the study and heading downstairs, Kallen