Iwan was disappointed by the worse-than-average-looking insignia that had been carved into his hand after a painful moment.
"Maybe I can rub it off?"
Iwan wondered, but it didn't work at all. He even tried scratching it, but even that was no help to him.
After a few tries, Iwan knew his actions were useless, and he was stuck with this doodle of a drawing for all his life.
Not to mention that this piece of art had a shamelessly majestic name.
"So, this is The Insignia of The Ultimate Weapon."
Iwan mumbled while finally giving it a final look and coming to terms with the fact that this was indeed it.
A moment later, the Truck turned into grains of light, and Iwan, sitting on the seat, fell butt first on the floor with a confused look on his face.
"What?"
