Bullets and Soldiers

Perhaps some people are born to be peerless blades, but I am not. So I can only become a soldier, an ordinary soldier, as ordinary as a bullet.

It was once nothing more than a lump of ore buried deep in the mountains. Workers dug it out of the earth. It endured the furnace's flames and the machines' hammering. After withstanding trial after trial, it was finally transformed, made into an utterly ordinary bullet, just like its countless brothers.

A good bullet is not only one that kills the enemy, and a true soldier is not only one who has seen battle!