....ah, .....t’s... ...ll be. Ah, what a pain. We don’t need to be runnin’ around picking up pebbles.
Shouldn’t the soldiers be the ones taking care of jobs that anybody can do?
Why the hell are they dragging all of us into this... what a chore.
And instead of helping, Mikhael just says he’s “going to improve the soldiers’ efficiency with his piano”.
Haah... It’s just common sense, playing the piano for them ain’t gonna make them any smarter.
Why do I have to do shit like listen to classical music in a war zone and go treasure hunting with the soldiers? ...damn it, whatever.
...ah, that’s right.
When we’re done, then I’ll have to report back to “that person”. Ahhh, what a pain.
...since it’s a pain, should I just skip out?
Nah, skipping out on the report would be an even bigger pain. Besides, I’d be scared of what would happen after.
The other day, when I ignored a summons from “that person”, Mauser chased me around for the entire day.
Getting chased around was such a pain that I had to hide in the bathroom to escape...
That Mauser even tried to search the bathroom stalls...
Hearing every stall door in the row open one by one was kinda horrifying.
What a persistent guy... Ah, I wish I could just disappear.
...hahh, can’t be helped. I don’t have a choice about giving the report.
Then, when the report’s done... I’ll hide in my room and beat that game I’ve been stuck on.
89: ...ah!? Wa... ...’ts... Don’t talk to me when I’m in the middle of a game! I can’t look away right now!
Soldier: I-I’m very sorry, sir! However, this communication is regarding tomorrow’s mission...
89: The mission!? Tch... fine, fine!
89: ...what do you want? Tell me within 30 seconds.
Soldier: F-For tomorrow’s mission, the start time has changed! We’re to arrive at the designated location at twenty-hundred hours.
89: That’s it? Aight, aight, roger. Now then, I’m gonna get back to my game...
89: ...and if you interrupt me again, I’ll kill you.
Soldier: Y-Yes...!
Soldier: ...!! U-Um!
89: ...haah?
Soldier: Eek...! M-My apologies for bothering you!
Soldier: I’d gotten some Japanese instant ramen at the market and brought it with me, but...
89: Ramen? ...oh, it’s miso-flavor! My stock was just starting to run low. Thanks, I’ll take it.
89: Alright, now I really gotta get back to my game... Thanks for the message.
Soldier: Y-Yes! Excuse me, sir!
Soldier: ...phew, that was tense.
Soldier: Amongst the strange bunch that is the Musketeers, 89-san is surprisingly decent... Although he’s terrifying if you interrupt his games.
Soldier: If I see any more of that miso flavor, I’ll have to get it for him.
89: ...t’s, th... ...not... A mission is bad enough on its own, why do I have to be stuck with this guy too...?
Belga: Agreeing with you makes me wanna hurl, but... yeah, for real! The fuck were they thinking~!?
89: Instead of fighting with you, capturing enemy bases in-game would be a much better use of my time.
Belga: Hah? Fighting’s way more fun in real life than virtual, ain’t it!?
Belga: ...ah, I see. You’re a virgin, ain’cha? Ahyahya! Happy with the virtual stuff, huuuuhh~?
89: Wh... What!? I-I-I’m not a virgin! How would you even know that, anyway!?
Belga: ...c’mon, it’s way too obvious! ...bhyahyahya!
89: Drop dead. Anyway, that has nothing to do with battle!
Belga: Wow... that reaction was seriously legit.Check it out, my arm’s got goosebumps.
89: ...hah! You’ve got a bird’s brain, and now a bird’s arm too? That’s just sad, ain’t it?
Belga: Ah? Th’ fuck did you say!? You wanna fight!?
89: ...this is no time to be messing around. It’s time. Let’s go, Belga.
Belga: Don’t boss me around. And don’t get in my way out there! Mr. Virgin! ♥
89: You bastard...!? Damn it, he already left... Ah, this fucking sucks. Seriously, what a pain.
89: Hahh... Time to go wreck those Antique guns and let off some stress.