He was born in the forest and grew up in the snowfield.
Use the wind as your eyes and the snow as your tracks; hide in the mountains and forests to ambush powerful enemies.
He was originally a hunter who hunted wild beasts in the mountains.
Later, when the troubled times overturned and the mountains and rivers were stained with blood, he finally understood:
A real hunter does not just hunt tigers, leopards and wolves;
Those who invade our mountains and rivers, kill our compatriots, and bully our people.
A gun, a breath, and a body of snow.
Look at the wind, listen to the sound, identify traces, and lean down;
Hide your edge in the forest, your life in the snow, and your murderous intentions a thousand steps away.
This is the story of a young Orion boy who grew up to be a sniper god.
It is also the story of a man who went from seeking revenge alone to fighting for mountains and rivers.
The sound of gunfire started in the forest, and the blood debt was cleared in the snowy field.
I'm a hunter.
Hunt down all invading enemies.
