Volume 3 Chapter 46 Position
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
We departed Twanste—the former top-ranked town of the Proton Order—and veered onto the eastern route, aiming for Trabius, the gateway to the Fee Grand Principality. Isabella’s unit trailed us at a distance, their presence marked only by the occasional |fixed-wing drone buzzing overhead to scout the path ahead.
Before leaving, I’d entrusted the orphans, Inga and Laima, to Chulpan at the field hospital. They were safe from Maya’s reach there. My only remaining concern was the perverted old geezer—Professor Lizabel’s husband. It would be a headache if he broke our promise just because he doted on his daughter, Doris.
I kept those thoughts in the back of my mind as I guided the carriage.
By early afternoon, we broke through the dense forest, and a fenced-in village emerged ahead. A fixed-wing drone peeled off from behind us, circling the perimeter.
I held Thomas back, insisting on a break to wait for reconnaissance.
”The Mage says something’s off. Suspects the garrison is up to no good,” Thomas stated in his clipped, military tone.
Minutes later, one of Isabella’s scouts arrived with the report. Before Thomas could even bark an order, he and his Horseback troops were already bolting toward the village.
”I’m goin’,” Thomas announced, his voice sharp with procedural urgency.
Kenze, who had been riding shotgun on the coachman’s bench, vaulted onto a spare mount and tore after them. I could hear Thomas shouting something at the village gate.
Standing on the coachman bench, I watched as Kenze nimbly cleared the fence, dropping into the village. Thomas and his men breached the gate a second later.
”Idiots. Don’t know how to pace themselves. Break’s over. Mount up,” I muttered to myself.
Muscle-brained combat junkies. They’re a pain in the ass.
By the time we rolled into the village, the tents that had occupied the central square were flattened, and the corpses of the garrison were strewn around like discarded laundry.
”What have you people done!” yelled a man dressed in a Clerical figure’s robe, his voice shrill and frantic.
”What happened here?” I asked, ignoring the man and turning to one of Thomas’s subordinates.
”They were drunk, molesting the village women. Executed them for violation of military code,” the subordinate replied, his speech precise and emotionless.
”And him?” I pointed at the robed man.
”Says he’s the lord of this manor,” Kenze answered, her voice neutral.
”A Clerical figure as a manor lord?”
I hopped off the carriage and closed in on him.
”And you are?” I asked.
”Who are you? I have no business with small fry,” the man retorted with aristocratic disdain.
Right. I was wearing leather armor. I suppose I looked like a nobody.
”Apologies. What’s the situation?”
When I rephrased it, he looked at me, exasperated that he had to waste time on a low-life.
”These fools killed my mercenaries.”
”Your mercenaries? Aren’t they part of the provisional government forces?”
”Hah.” He wore the expression of a man forced to explain the blindingly obvious. “Listen, I bought this village from General Maya. One hundred Schweilitz gold coins. And until the war ends, I hired the General’s soldiers as mercenaries. The ones they killed were the General’s private troops.”
”That sounds like a real mess.”
”Indeed. Now there’s no one left to keep the serfs in line. Give me some of your men.”
So, he wanted to lease some violence to exert control.
”I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
”Don’t be like that. I’ll make it worth your while. I bought this village at a tenth of the price you’d pay in peacetime. I’ll pay up. Plus, you can have your way with the village women whenever you like.”
”I still can’t do that. They have husbands and children, you know.”
”Why, that’s the best part! Kill the husbands if you like. That’s half the fun.”
The moment he finished, Thomas swung his blade from horseback, decapitating the Clerical figure. I was lucky enough to avoid the spray, but Kenze dodged it mid-air.
”Dammit, Thomas. I wanted to drag a bit more info out of him,” I groaned.
”Thomas, you speak Russian? Don’t ask me to be your interpreter again,” Kenze snapped, her voice showing a flash of irritation.
”I’ve been here long enough to pick up the gist,” Thomas replied, maintaining his stoic military posture.
”Then use it!”
Kenze was clearly annoyed, likely because she almost got splattered with gore.
Still, what is that perverted old geezer of a military policeman doing? Letting this slide is unacceptable.
”Is the Village Chief or a headman around?” I called out to the villagers, who were watching from a distance.
”The Village Head was killed. I am one of the elders,” a man replied, his voice slow and heavy with the weight of years.
From this older man, I pieced it together. The Proton Order had fled, and a provisional government unit moved in. Initially, it was fine, but within a month, the soldiers were swapped out, and the quality of the troops deteriorated.
”They started bothering our daughters and breaking into our homes to steal valuables and food.”
”Didn’t the military police come to check?”
”They did at first, but once the front lines moved toward the old Royal Capital, they disappeared.”
I see. They couldn’t spare the manpower, or perhaps they’d anticipated this all along. Buying up villages to secure their own private fiefdoms and rotating in their own lackeys—quite meticulous.
So that’s how General Maya was funding her war efforts.
Our own soldiers come from a poor nation, their lives are brutally hard, and our military code is strict—looting is absolutely forbidden, and all spoils are claimed by the state. Still, they follow orders. Maybe it’s thanks to knuckle-draggers like Thomas.
”One more thing,” I said, turning to the elder.
”What will you do now?”
”What do you suggest?”
”Follow us? We won’t leave soldiers here, though.”
”Is there any other choice?”
Fair enough.
”Our tax rate is one-third of your income. Aside from that, we need labor for road repairs and the like. During wartime, one man in every twenty will be drafted into the militia.”
”No church tax?”
”None. We handle religion the same way as Schweilitz. Freedom of faith, as long as it’s not a malicious cult. But we don’t recognize land ownership by religious groups—churches don’t own property. And no slavery. Donating more than one percent of annual income to a religious group is banned, as is forced labor for church construction.”
”And you only take one-third in taxes?”
”That’s right. But if you try to cheat us, the taxes go up. If you can’t pay, you’re sold into slavery.”
”In that case, we will follow you.”
I’d made the executive decision. I wondered if I should have asked the others, but it didn’t matter.
”Good. If you’d resisted, I would’ve had to kill everyone.”
The elder’s face went pale.
”And you are?”
”Me? I’m Larry von Fee, ruler of the Fee Grand Principality. Remember the name.”
”We’re barbarians, see? We only know two settings: total submission or total extermination. If you cross us, it’s the latter,” Thomas added, his voice cold and unwavering.
The elder nodded vigorously.
You don’t cross soldiers who just cut down the garrison without blinking—especially not with a guy built like a professional wrestler standing right there.
”Thanks. Two favors.”
”What would those be?”
He was still trembling, clearly on edge.
”First, bury these bastards. You can keep whatever they were carrying. Second, we have infantry coming behind us. Provide them with food and lodging. Don’t offer them the women—if I find out a soldier laid a hand on anyone, I’ll have to execute him.”
He looked surprised, but he nodded his understanding.
”Why’d you say we’d kill everyone?” Thomas asked as we left the village to our next break spot. He was watering the horses at a creek.
”Can’t afford to look soft. Plus, these people think we’re barbarians. Why not use that? If we threaten that we’re bloodthirsty savages who’ll wipe them out if they cross us, it carries weight.”
”Sounds like The Boltechino,” Thomas noted, his voice flat.
The instructor always said that, but Thomas was clearly aiming for exactly that kind of reputation. Death or submission. Simple and effective. We wouldn’t actually wipe them out, of course.
But.
”Just like we did today—if those provisional government soldiers have turned into mercenaries, we make sure they’re completely wiped out.”
We pushed through the woods again, reaching a marshland. The elder said Trabius was just past the forest on the other side. Behind us, the |fixed-wing drone was darting back and forth.
”There are three small Golems in the woods ahead. What’s the plan?” Isabella asked as she caught up.
”How small? Human-sized?”
”About two-and-a-half meters. Not humanoid, more Dwarf-type.”
I swapped with Kenze, moved to the coach room, and popped open the seat compartment where we stored the older, obsolete |fixed-wing drone. I pulled out the wing and fuselage, revealing the “Excalibur”—a high-voltage dampening device made of two simple rods. It pulsed with Mana Control and a faint purple light. I hadn’t used it in a while, but it seemed functional, so I slung it over my shoulder.
I kicked open the cabin door, unhooked the rope from the spare horse while the carriage was still moving, and vaulted onto its bare back.
”Hey! What the hell are you doing?” Thomas roared, but I blew right past him.
”Wait! Hold it, you idiot Grand Duke!”
Cruel words. I’ll make sure to put him through a military tribunal later.
Thomas and Isabella were built like tanks; there was no way their horses could catch up to one that had been running unburdened the entire trip.
As we neared the edge of the forest, I spotted the Golems. They had incredibly thick legs, presumably for stability, which made them slow, but it meant their upper bodies moved with unsettling speed.
I yanked the reins, rearing my horse on its hind legs to a halt, then slid off the back, dropping into a crouch. The horse acted as a screen, keeping me out of the Golems’ sight.
I kept my profile low and dashed. I could see the exposed nervous systems at the Golems’ ankles.
I ignited Excalibur and touched it to the connections. The Golems froze, but thanks to their massive legs, they stayed upright.
Fine. Whatever.
I continued the low-profile dash, neutralizing the second and third Golems. They wouldn’t fall over, so I couldn’t reset their nerve centers.
A lone Mage in the woods stood up, panicking because he couldn’t control them remotely. A sharp thwip sounded, and an arrow punched through his skull.
I scanned for more, heard another arrow fly from somewhere nearby, and watched the second one go down.
Kenze stood on the coachman’s bench, her bow already drawn, having caught up before I even realized it.
”You absolute idiot!” Kenze shouted, her tone sharp and aggressive.
Thomas leaped from his horse, his sword flashing in a single, fluid arc. A moment later, the shoulder and arm of the man hiding in the brush behind me thudded into the dirt.
”You moron! If you die, everything else goes down with you!” Thomas roared, his voice rough and commanding.
Thomas spun me around, grabbing me by the collar and screaming until my ears rang.
”If you have to break a tooth or two to get through that thick skull of yours, then do it! That’s the only way you’ll ever learn!” Thomas continued, his voice heavy with frustration.
Isabella, having finally caught up, chimed in with the same sentiment. Worse, she was even mimicking Marie’s tone of voice. She was clearly past the point of anger.
”My bad. I won’t do it again. I’ll show some restraint (probably).” I replied, trying to sound as neutral and casual as possible.
”You better mean that.” Isabella insisted, her voice cool and composed.
(Probably.)
I nodded repeatedly, though my heart wasn’t really in it, until she finally let me go. I understand her point, but even if they’re small, if anyone other than me handles the Golems, we’re burning through precious combat power. When time is this tight, I’ll probably do it again. No, I will do it again.
”If you do something like that again, I’m going to shoot an arrow right into you.” Kenze threatened, her voice icy.
When I climbed back onto the coachman’s bench, even Kenze threatened me. Hmm, she’s serious—I’d better actually show some restraint.
We left the letter behind and hurried on, leaving the three small Golems to the infantry following in our wake. I had Thomas give me a shoulder ride just to reset for the time being.
According to the report from the fixed-wing drone operator, the enemy wasn’t positioned where we emerged from the forest, but rather had established a camp on the opposite side of the town. Apparently, about ten guards were stationed at each of the four entrances, keeping an eye out for anyone trying to escape.
”What’s the plan?” I asked, keeping my tone professional.
”We have no choice but to force our way through.” Isabella responded firmly.
The fixed-wing drones Isabella and the others possess have been retrofitted with a new cargo-drop function, which we used to deliver the letter.
”The latest models are dual-engine and can even carry bombs, you know.” the mage pilot boasted, their tone light and informative. I suspect they were talking about the dual-engine plane Katarina, now an assistant professor, had developed.
As the sun began to dip toward the horizon, just as planned in the letter, our horses and carriages surged from the woods simultaneously, heading for the east gate. The enemy soldiers keeping watch must have realized they were outnumbered; they retreated immediately, the gates swung open, and we poured inside.
”Larry-sama.” Katri greeted, her voice soft and deferential.
Katri stood there, draped in a crimson gown over her pink maternity dress.
I felt a pang of guilt that she, a woman, had been forced to act as the leader of this place, followed by an overwhelming wave of gratitude for how well she had handled it. Truth be told, if this place had fallen, the future of the Fee Grand Principality would have been on a direct path to annihilation.
I wanted to comfort her, but first, I had to assess the situation.
If there were only a hundred or so enemies, I could wipe them out in an instant using the Type 98 Golems. Plus, I could monitor everything from above with the fixed-wing drones.
”Where’s Pia?” I asked, my voice clipped.
”She’s in the back, repairing the Golems, but…” Katri hesitated, her voice full of worry.
(Are the Golems) broken?
That was something I hadn’t anticipated. I left Thomas and Isabella with instructions to hear the details from Katri and formulate our next move, then headed off to the repair site.
”Is that something only you can do?” Katri asked, her voice trembling slightly.
”Yeah. Only I can do it.” I stated, my tone resolute.
I called out over my shoulder and ran toward where Katri was pointing.
Don’t go.
I felt as if I heard Katri’s voice, a ghost of a warning.
Ahead of me stood a large warehouse that looked like it was used for storing fodder. Its doors were slightly ajar. I could see the shape of a Golem inside. They must have been keeping them out of the elements. I reached for the heavy door—that was when it happened.
”Freeze, you dim-witted Grand Duke.” a hag shouted, her voice thick with malice.
”Get down!” Kenze screamed, her voice urgent.
At Kenze’s scream, I didn’t just duck; I threw myself to the ground. An arrow whistled past me, close enough that I thought it had grazed my hair, leaving a sharp, high-pitched hum in the air.
I scrambled along the dirt, looking for cover behind a building.
”Isabella, deploy!” Kenze ordered, her voice sharp with command.
I heard Kenze’s next command. Crawling on my belly, I dived into the shadows of a well. Just before I did, I glanced back at where the voice had come from: the old hag, Maya, stood there surrounded by a few knights in full plate armor.
”Hurry up! Capture him! Kill him if you have to!” Maya commanded, her voice cold and merciless.
More knights in full plate appeared in the direction the hag was pointing.
Damn it.
Just then, the sound of a coilgun echoed repeatedly. It seemed Isabella’s troops were providing cover, but I spotted a soldier atop the wall, nocking an arrow.
The coilgun turned its fire there, too. It had been modified, and the increased range was effective, but several of Isabella’s men were already falling to the arrows.
”Die!” a knight yelled, his voice rough and aggressive.
I turned around to find a knight in full plate armor, acting on the hag’s orders, closing in on me.
Damn it.
If I could dodge the first strike of the guy in front, I might have a chance to dive into that fodder warehouse.
If there were Golems inside, I could turn the tables. Watch the opponent’s movements. That was the master’s teaching. They were wearing heavy armor. They couldn’t change the path of a swing once they’d committed.
I had Bours-san’s combat sandals on my feet. These weren’t the Santa Claus boots you lot are wearing.
I lowered my center of gravity and steadied my breathing. This is bad—the soldier who had been behind the leader was moving to my left flank.
BANG!
A shadow suddenly appeared beside me, slamming into the ground with a thunderous impact, and swiped the leading soldier—helmet and all—clean off his feet.
Thomas.
”Leave this to me.” Thomas stated, his voice calm and steady.
Even for you… No, what I can do is find those Golems and flip the situation.
Taken aback by the unexpected counterattack from Isabella and her troops, the hag’s group began to retreat toward the back of the town.
I dashed toward the fodder warehouse. Several arrows whistled past my face while I ran.
I slipped through the gap in the doors to find a Type 98 in front and a Type 20 to the side. As I stepped inside, only the Type 98 slowly creaked to its feet.
I reached back and grabbed the Excalibur hanging on my back.
”Take a good look at the Golem’s feet, you dim-witted Grand Duke.” the mage taunted, their voice mocking.
A mage, wearing a helmet equipped with remote-control apparatus for the fixed-wing drones and Golems, stood before the rear exit, talking toward me.
As the mage commanded, I looked down at the Golem’s feet, where Pia lay bound and stripped completely naked.
No way.
I started to run.
”What can you even do?” the mage spat, their voice dripping with condescension.
The mage spat that out as a parting shot, cast a fireball, and set the piles of fodder on either side of the room ablaze before disappearing. To make matters worse, the gorilla-built Type 98 began to move.
Five meters. That’s how far I was from Pia.
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Summary:
Larry and his party reach a village while moving toward Trabius, only to find the local garrison engaging in criminal acts. After Thomas and his soldiers execute the corrupt garrison, Larry confronts the village elder and negotiates a new administration under his control, using the threat of extermination to enforce submission. The group continues their trek through a forest and encounters hostile Golems, leading Larry to engage them directly with his specialized gear.
The protagonist, Larry, reaches the occupied town with his companions and launches a strategic assault. Upon investigating a fodder warehouse, he discovers his ally Pia is being held hostage while the Golems are sabotaged. A hostile mage traps him in the burning building with an active Golem, leaving Larry to race toward Pia’s position.
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Trivia:
Larry utilizes a high-voltage device called Excalibur to neutralize Golems by targeting their exposed nervous systems.
General Maya funds her war efforts by selling subjugated villages to local lords who hire her soldiers as mercenaries.
Larry enforces a strict tax system of one-third of income in exchange for protection, with severe penalties for those who cheat.
The party uses a “total submission or total extermination” policy to maintain order in their territory, a tactic Larry justifies as a necessary branding of their “barbarian” image.
The protagonist refers to his footwear as Bours-san’s Combat sandals.
The mage pilot’s mention of dual-engine planes hints at Katarina’s recent professional development.
The enemy Maya has a personal grudge against Larry, identifying him as a dim-witted Grand Duke.
Notes:
• Principal – The mother of Line and the administrative head of the institution. She exercises authoritative control over research assignments and seeks to trade Larry for Ilse Klein due to interpersonal conflicts in her laboratories. The mother of Sabrina and Rhein who intervenes during Rhein’s violent corridor assault to break up the confrontation.
• Isabella – Towering, muscular, and scarred, this jet-black uniformed Schweilitz Royal Army Lieutenant is a masterful spear-fighter, tactical advisor, and former leader of the Weasels of Bohemia. Now a pragmatic, ruthless commander of a Special Temporary Platoon tracking Larry’s party, she works with Thomas to assess enemy maneuvers and assist in interrogations, though currently absent from the North Gate. This noble VIP insists on escorting Marie, treats Ange like a granddaughter, and participated in the strategy meeting.
• Trabius – The city currently under siege and being defended by the protagonist and his allies.
• Fee – Larry Fee Getys, a fifteen-year-old reincarnated youth and titular Duke, heads the Getys household governing Strock Village alongside Hans and Iffens. This pragmatic, telepathic protagonist navigates feudal intrigue and founds a new nation. Supported by family, including Teressa and maid Nico, his high status earns prime whale meat. Connected to Adolf and underworld structures, his lineage name aligns with the protagonist.
• Chulpan – An elf mage, tactical leader, and medical specialist with short ears, she wears a white lab coat under a mantle. Previously at Linto’s clinic, Ferris’s sadistic, intelligent junior disciple manages a field hospital at a transit station in Baron Ahrens’ territory, using experimental healing telepathy while caring for orphans Inga and Laima. She has a candid, crude relationship with the Inspector General.
• Lizabel – A dignified, flirtatious Academy professor and investigative specialist in her late thirties, this noblewoman has a striking physique and scandalous private life. The sister of Lysan, she is Doris’s mother and a side wife to Gendarmerie Superintendent Josef von Möller. She lives next door to investigate the protagonist, whose relationship with her daughter has caused recent conflict.
• Doris – Mueller, the Inspector General’s third daughter and Professor Lizabel’s child, is a top Bizan Magic School student from the Royal Capital. A flashy, blue-eyed blonde with hair ornaments, she hides a calculating mind behind an elite facade. Provocative and teasing, she uses skin-contact magic to read thoughts, claims the narrator stole her first kiss, and pries into Larry’s affairs for control.
• Laima – An eight-year-old orphan girl from Janis’s village who escaped Trabius to seek help. She is Inga’s sister and, along with other orphans, was recently entrusted to the care of Earnest at the field hospital.
• Inga – A six-year-old orphan girl and sister to Laima, she escaped from Trabius to seek help before being entrusted to the care of a field hospital under Earnest. Originally from Janis’s village, she is now one of the young orphans being looked after.
• Maya – Elderly and ruthless, Marshal Yan is the cunning, salt-and-pepper-haired General of the Larland Provisional Kingdom. Dubbed a “hag” by enemies, she rules Trabius through intimidation, burning civilians and commanding knights in full plate armor alongside Golems. A high-priority tactical threat, she manipulates regional conflicts and maintains a fiercely antagonistic feud with the Fee Grand Principality.
• Thomas – Thomas Bauer is a hulking, middle-aged General with a muscular wrestler build, red face, and scalp burns. Larry’s subordinate and a reliable ally to Fee and Earnest, he is married to Maria. Grounded, observant, and critical, this combat-focused tactical advisor organizes Trabius’s defense, issuing orders to 100 soldiers and mages in Twanste. Kenze was recently ordered to retrieve him.
• Ho – Ho, a comrade of the protagonist. A member of the military unit that defended Garao Village and was slaughtered alongside Marx-san.
• Kenze – A blunt, dark-skinned Amazonian warrior with short hair serves as the protagonist’s fiercely loyal slave, guard, and stern, authoritative military commander. Wearing a niqab and slave crest, this agile former agent is a skilled, bow-wielding tactician who maintains an arrogant attitude even in battle. Oblivious to social shifts, she casually yet fiercely protects Thomas, Teressa, Larry, and her master.
• Schweilitz – The nation to which the protagonist is being coerced to return, a kingdom possessing an advanced magic academy and military arsenal. The protagonist fears the execution of a specific person or entity currently trapped there in an unfavorable situation.
• Rus – A neighboring power deeply involved in regional politics and mediation, best known for annexing the Kingdom of Larland.
• Village Head – The elderly leader of Balsheni Village who previously sold furs in Obernbach. The elderly leader of the village and grandfather to Marie. The leader of the village who orchestrates Larry’s integration into the family.
• Larry – Sammy I, the 16-year-old dark-haired Grand Duke of the Fee Grand Principality, is a cold, analytical strategist and village lookalike who acts as a tactical golem operator and mage leader. Known to subordinates as Larry-sama, he is protective yet impulsive toward them. Armed with advanced weapons and Excalibur, he brutally navigates complex wars, four wives, and kids while craving simplicity.
• von – The noble particle ‘von’ indicates high social standing and ancestral roots connected to territorial estates within the Sabaski lineage. It marks the noble bloodline and full names of Annerose von Bülow, Walter von Riedel, and Marc von Harritz, establishing their shared aristocratic identity and familial relationship within the Kingdom.
• Boltechino – A group or entity that has departed from Rus.
• Mana – A non-commissioned officer and liaison who previously had their mana drained by Larry.
• Marie – Larry, a sharp-tongued Strock Village native and Kiridal Magic Academy associate professor, manages lab operations and raises her child in the capital. She shares an affectionate bond with her husband Kenze, keeps her hair as a talisman, and is a peer to Darina and friend to Manuela. The former leader of the Weasels of Bohemia, she is also Isabella’s niece, whose angry speech Isabella mimics.
• Mar – A battle‑hardened veteran, clad in worn armor, uses door panels as shields and captures enemy crossbows; Larry’s comrade who teases him about his sister‑in‑law’s pampering, known as Martin to his companion Edmond.
• Katarina – A 30-year-old human former assistant professor and diligent Chief Researcher at the Royal Magic Academy, she developed a dual-engine fixed-wing drone. Facing expulsion after being used by Pauman, she serves as a temporary squadron commander and Earnest’s attendant, manages the protagonist’s needs, assists in operations, is Larry’s acquaintance, and recently decided to marry.
• Katri – A composed, long-haired Moscow Maid School graduate, she acts as Trabius’s interim Village Head, a source of information, and the protagonist’s forward, submissive romantic partner and caretaker. Dressed in a pink maternity dress and crimson gown, she bore his child, manages ledgers, and helps orphans. Deeply depressed and expressionless from self-blame after a failed self-sacrifice to save the protagonist, she sent a letter about Maya’s forces and is bound to Sanna, Larry, and Earnest.
• Pia – A naive, buxom Nurnhügel mage and pregnant slave to the protagonist. Partnered with Larry and Thomas, she serves as a healer’s assistant and pilot capable of operating Golems and drones. Though submissive and insecure, she speaks with archaic authority and a cynical worldview. Clad in a hooded robe, she is recovering from Golem-inflicted foot injuries while currently held captive by the enemy.
• Bours – Tall, scarred 46-year-old human yeoman, retired Western Front captain, and Vod Fortress mentor Sullen Bours is a Debritz family acquaintance and recent father. Wearing a faded Royal Army uniform, this Academy alumnus manages orchards, sits on the Council, heads the 303rd Militia, and is the namesake of the protagonist’s combat sandals. Married to Sheeta-san, he has a conscripted son and saved Larry and Rudy.
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