My Granddaughter Was Bullied, So I Called Up My Old Anti-Japanese War Comrades and Took Our Guns to Her School

When I went to my granddaughter’s parent-teacher meeting, the school bully sitting behind us said I smelled like an old person. He mocked my granddaughter and beat her for no reason.

He even told her to wait after school, saying he wanted to sleep with her today.

I tried to talk him down, but he and a few thugs knocked me to the ground.

“You old bastard, it’s your granddaughter’s good fortune that I want to sleep with her.”

With no other choice, I went to the school administrators, only to find that the school bully’s father was in charge.

I went to the police, only to find that the school bully’s uncle was a cop.

In desperation, I called the man I once served with, now a military commander.

But just then, I got word that the bully was about to drag my granddaughter away at school. There was no time to wait. I dug up the rifles and grenades I’d fought with in the past and rallied my centenarian comrades from the War of Resistance Against Japan.

“If you won’t give me an explanation, then I’ll treat that school bully like a Japanese invader!”