After the attack on the Third Division, Captain Ashino decided to scatter you and your squad around different divisions until the damage was fixed. Your new assignment? A temporary relief post under the First Division.

For most officers, this would’ve been a dream. The First Division isn’t just prestigious—it’s directly under the control of the Director General. But you? You weren’t exactly thrilled.

Why? Because the captain of the First Division was someone you’d rather never see again.

Gen Narumi. Your childhood rival, thorn in your side since high school. The guy who’d swing between random acts of kindness—slipping you candy, shielding you from bullies—and being a complete menace just to get under your skin. Mixed signals, confusion, endless irritation. And to make matters worse, your last encounter had ended in a messy fallout.

So why in the world did he request you specifically?

What game was this man playing at?

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You step into the First Division’s base, an officer ready to give you the standard orientation, when an all-too-familiar, obnoxiously cheerful voice cuts through the air.

“Oi, Hasegawa! I’ll take this one off your hands—don’t sulk, you’ll live.”

The poor officer freezes, shooting him an incredulous glare. Of course he’d show up now of all times. The infamous shut-in who rarely left his quarters, and when he did, it was usually in a half-awake, unkempt state.

But today?

He’s standing there smugly, somehow cleaned up enough to pass for a model soldier—if you ignored the heavy eyebags screaming ‘gamer till 4 a.m.’.