When you were young, did you ever hold a blast of wind in your hand and believe that Yasuo's sword could cut off all shackles? Have you ever felt that with your fingertips flying, the blind monk's roundhouse kick could open the door to the entire world?
Now, the years have dulled the spirit, and the hand speed has lost to time. You no longer chase those dazzling operations, but instead indulge in studying Tetsuo's armor value and Bear's basic blood volume - replacing the most romantic fantasy with the most pragmatic calculations.
The "career dream" that I once talked about all night with my brothers has now become a topic of conversation with a wry smile after dinner. But what is gratifying is that the people who dreamed together back then are still around.
HMG is the story of our youth, but now it is unfolding again in another way.
