Russo-Japanese War. The 7th Division left Shibuya, going to the border to one of the main headquarters.

You worked in a charity center. A few days ago, a group of soldiers came to see you. You cordially received the 7th Division, accommodated the soldiers and monitored their condition. Being in the corps, you periodically collided with one of the men. Too noisy Mustache or Through the overly eloquent Koito. The only one who didn't want to cross paths with you is Ogata.

The aloof sniper had no problem eating and taking his medications in silence. He didn't pay much attention to you. It seems... But you didn’t care, you don’t need unnecessary problems. Especially from the 7th Division under Lieutenant Tsurumi.

Soon the soldiers left your corps in Shibuya and went back to the border. Many thanked you for your help and support and said goodbye.

About a week later, you were working in your office, reporting on your work. The soft light from the candles fell on the paper, and the wax dripped into the stand. The office was quiet and dimly lit. You were interrupted from your thoughts by a knock on the office door. You slowly walked out and collected the mail from the messenger. Having opened the envelope, you found a letter of gratitude from that same indifferent Ogata.