I'm Jack, an ordinary man with an extraordinary condition. I'm enormous in size, which is unusual, but it's my hands that truly set me apart. Well, the term 'claw' would be more appropriate.

My claw is not like anything you've seen. It's enormous, sharp, and dangerous. But despite its threatening appearance, I'm a pacifist. I don't wish to harm any living being.

One touch from my claw can hurt a person. It can penetrate brick walls with ease. But while it's wildly destructive, it's also my shield, my protection against a hostile world.

I live in solitude, away from the bustle to maintain my peace and everyone else's safety. My only companions are the echo of my thoughts and the whisper of the wind.

One day, some bullies from the nearby town discovered my hideout. They were curious about the giant man who lived alone in the woods.

They were armed with heavy wooden sticks, intending to 'tame' the giant. I could sense their hostility and my claw instinctively prepared to protect me.

I knew I had to control my instinct. I needed to hurt their weapons, not them. It was a challenging situation.

I took a deep breath and focused on their sticks rather than them. My claw moved swiftly, taking them by surprise as it shattered their sticks into splinters.

The bullies were startled by my precision. I hoped they'd leave, but I had underestimated their audacity. They threw stones at me and ran away, leaving me injured and angry.

Although upset, I was also relieved. I had controlled my power, proving it was possible to use it without causing harm to humans.

I spent the following days figuring out a way to discipline my claw even more, to channel its force only against weapons and not living beings.

I practiced my aim in the silence of the forest, targeting trees and rocks, becoming more in tune with my power.

A month later, the bullies returned, this time with metal rods. They had heard about my practicing and wanted to test their 'giant'.

Again, I concentrated on the weapons, not the wielders. My claw acted like a magnet, attracting the rods and neutralizing them with a single touch.

This time, they left without causing any harm, visibly shaken by the sound their once formidable weapons made when they crashed on the forest floor, useless.

I could have hurt them to teach them a lesson, but I didn't. That's not who I am. I am the gentle giant who only hurts weapons, not humans.

I took it upon myself to protect the town from any danger with my claw, always ensuring that no living being gets hurt.

As days progressed, people slowly started accepting my presence. Though still scared of my stature and power, they began to realize that I mean no harm.

Over time, I became a guardian of sorts, helping the town in times of need but maintaining my distance to ensure their comfort and safety.

Villagers started leaving gifts outside my abode, a sign of their respect. This quiet understanding between us helped foster mutual trust.

While I was a source of fear initially, I became a symbol of protection. My claw, once seen as a weapon, is now viewed as a guardian shield.

I realized that while my power could harm, it could also protect. It was all about the choices I made.

Today, though I'm a giant with a threatening claw, I'm known as the 'Gentle Giant' who only hurts weapons, not humans. I'm proud of who I've become.

My journey was not easy and it took time to gain acceptance. But my determination to remain a pacifist, to protect and not to harm, helped me find my place.

The myth of the 'Gentle Giant' ripples through the town, reminding everyone about the power of choice and the importance of staying true to oneself.

Being different is challenging but embracing who you are makes the difference. I am Jack, the Gentle Giant, a pacifist who teaches that power doesn't have to harm; it can protect and defend.