Why Is It So Hard to Be a Mature Man?

A future wasteland setting with a touch of the Lovecraftian.

A Mo was born with a fair, tender, adorable baby face. He's fine when he doesn't smile, but as soon as he does, every auntie and uncle wants to pinch his cheeks.

But as a bounty hunter, he has to look more mature and dependable if he wants to get more jobs!

Drawing on years of experience, A Mo came up with a set of rules for becoming a mature man and a hunter:

1. Wear black from head to toe.

2. The fewer words, the better.

3. Don't smile. Be cold, mysterious, and steady.

4. Work out at five in the morning to keep your chest, abs, biceps... all strong.

5. Never tell anyone you love junk food!!!

6. Drink more milk and try to grow taller.

10. Pick up a handsome amnesiac wife. A man with a family looks more mature.

11. My wife seems to have a problem. Find another one.

12. A mature man can't just change wives! This has nothing to do with the fact that my wife is gentle, beautiful, and a great cook.

N. Why does my wife want to kiss me? A mature man isn't afraid of kissing. Kiss her back even more fiercely. Always be skilled, never shy.

A human-shaped walking lightbulb and golden-haired beauty: "Honey, why is your face so red? You're adorable. I want to kiss you."

A Mo: "First, my face isn't red. It's just a color difference caused by my facial skin warming up. Second, I will fulfill my responsibilities as your husband, so please don't move around. Finally, don't call me adorable. Call me steady, thank you."

At first, A Mo went to an underground information broker to ask about the identity of the man he'd picked up.

"Golden hair, blue eyes, handsome, very fair, and has an ability related to light." The information broker held a cigarette between his lips and handed A Mo a photograph. "Could this be the man you're talking about?"

The boy in the photo looked almost exactly like the man, dressed in an ornate white robe, his expression aloof and haughty. All living things crawled at his feet, and his followers' fervor seemed ready to leap out of the picture.

He was the Holy Son who had fled the Aurora Church ten years ago. His bounty was a million, enough to make A Mo rich overnight.

But that night, just as A Mo was about to turn him in, the man sat before a table full of steaming dishes and gently wrapped a scarf he'd knitted himself around A Mo's neck.

It was the first scarf of A Mo's life.

A cool, tough guy bottom determined to be a mature man and convinced he'll grow taller, and his gentle, beautiful, saintly top.

Theme: Life may be hard, but it has plenty of joys too. We will always believe that hope lies ahead.