Upon Returning Home As A Military Major General, I Was Told To Attend School, Even Though It’s Quite Late Now - Chapter 126

Chapter 126. Resolving To Face Infinity

“Oh, Toshi-nii. Bring me my pack, will you? I want some coffee.”

“Get it yourself.”

Lying down, I asked for coffee as if I were some old-school patriarch from the Showa era, but Toshi-nii rejected me without hesitation.

“Hey, I’m in the middle of casting the Igelregen technique. I can’t stop right now.”

“You can handle that much on your own, can’t you?”

“Toshiaki, why are you disobeying orders from your superior officer?”

Commander Kobako, who had been watching our exchange, stood with her arms crossed, towering over us.

“Ah, sis! No, uh… this guy’s Soul Armor technique is on auto-cast, so, uh…”

“Major General Kamiya is a benefactor of the Junker Fortress. Even if you are my brother, I won’t allow you to treat him disrespectfully.”

Despite being shorter than Toshi-nii, Commander Kobako radiated overwhelming intensity.

This wasn’t the authority that comes from being the commander of a fortress. No, this was pure older-sister energy.

“Now, Toshiaki, serve Major General Kamiya some tea.”

“Tch… Fine, fine.”

“One ‘fine’! How many times have I told you that since we were kids?”

“Ouch!”

Toshi-nii grumbled as he rubbed the back of his head, smacked by the commander. Reluctantly, he took out a portable gas burner from his pack and began boiling water.

Seeing Toshi-nii all flustered by my sister was a real treat.

I’ll make sure to drag Toshi-nii here to the Junker Fortress regularly from now on.

“Come to think of it, Misuzu and the others aren’t back yet.”

“Ah, it’s probably taking some time. They might be getting carried away with it.”

Misuzu and Hayami had left with Naran as their guide hours ago.

“Getting carried away?”

“Oh, looks like they’re back now.”

“Huh? Whoa!”

I was startled when Misuzu and her group suddenly appeared through spatial transfer.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Yuusuke. Do you like it?”

“Haha! Now, that’s adorable.”

The moment I saw Misuzu’s new outfit, I immediately understood what they had been up to.

“This outfit’s borrowed, so I’d rather not get it dirty. If things get dangerous, you’ll protect me, right?”

“Of course. Just to confirm—Misuzu, you’re prepared to turn against your former homeland, right?”

“It’s not like I joined the Japanese Army. I’m just helping the residents here overcome their trauma of the ‘assault girl.'”

“I see. So, this is part of the Haoti Tribe’s wartime PTSD counseling program.”

A rather extreme approach, though.

“Well, time to head to the front lines. Hayami, can you handle teleporting all of us?”

“This many people is a bit of a stretch, but I’ll manage.”

Though she gave a strained smile, the fact that she had just teleported us from the rear camp to the fortress showed she was capable enough.

In the past, she could only teleport herself and one other person. Her progress was impressive.

“Alright, let’s go, Misuzu and company.”

““““““Yeah!””””””

The voices of countless Misuzus echoed through the fortress like a chorus of reverberating whispers.

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The battlefield clearly favored the Haoti Tribe’s Liberation Army.

Even the mortar barrage, which the enemy had relied on heavily, was useless. While my Igelregen anti-air shooting technique was active, it was nothing more than wasted ammunition.

The Eastern Union forces couldn’t advance an inch under my relentless barrage, and they were forced to abandon the pillbox they’d captured.

They had been so eager to overwhelm the impregnable Junker Fortress with sheer numbers, only to have the tides turn swiftly against them. Their morale must have plummeted.

Time to pay a visit to the Eastern Union front lines.

“Ugh, my anti-air fire is too loud to have a proper conversation. Kon, mute the firing sounds.”

“Understood.”

Until now, the gunfire had been blasting at full volume to intimidate the enemy. But I needed silence for negotiations.

As soon as I gave the order, the deafening roar of the anti-air Gatling guns vanished, leaving the battlefield eerily quiet.

The deadly bullets still tore through the air, disintegrating anything they touched, but now they did so without a sound.

That’s the advantage of Soul Armor techniques—they defy the laws of physics.

“Hello? Can anyone over there speak Japanese?”

I called toward the sandbags piled up on the other side of the battlefield, where the enemy was stationed.

At first, there was no response, the silence throwing them off. Finally, an enemy soldier peeked out cautiously.

“Hey! Who’s the highest-ranking officer here?”

“Hu-huh!? Quwa… sedrftgy…!”

The soldier, flustered by my sudden question, panicked and fired a portable missile launcher.

Of course, the missile disintegrated mid-air, shredded by the Gatling guns’ invisible curtain of bullets.

“Careful now. Looks like only one platoon is stationed here on the front line.”

With their positions exposed by the sandbag barricades, it was easy to estimate their numbers.

The enemy soldiers remained frozen in fear, dreading the moment my aerial Gatling guns might turn on them.

‘Kon, surround the barricaded area horizontally with Igelregen. Hold fire.’

They probably thought the sudden silence meant we had stopped attacking. When they peeked out again, they were greeted by the same floating Gatling guns, still spinning menacingly but now eerily soundless.

The absurdity of the situation dawned on them just as they spotted me—a Soul Armor user—standing nearby.

As they scrambled to retreat, they realized they were already surrounded by the hovering Gatling guns.

“…!”

Silent screams of terror rose from the soldiers.

To regular troops, encountering a Soul Armor user was a nightmare. In this world, even an entire armored division could be wiped out by a single Soul Armor user. Facing one on the battlefield meant resigning yourself to death.

One by one, the soldiers dropped their weapons and raised their hands in surrender.

They were likely placed on the front line against their will, planning to surrender at the first opportunity.

Even snipers hidden in the trees wouldn’t dare shoot—Igelregen’s sweeping barrage ensured their bullets would never reach us.

“I am Major General Kamiya Yuusuke, attached to the Japanese Army’s Joint Staff Office. Don’t worry—I won’t take your lives. Your mission is to report your presence back to your homeland.”

I assured them calmly, hoping to put them at ease.

Misuzu translated my words, her voice carrying across the enemy soldiers.

Worried if one voice could reach them all? Not a problem.

After all, there were a hundred Misuzus behind me, delivering the translation in unison like a choir.

“As you can see, we’ve allied with the Haoti Tribe.”

I spoke matter-of-factly, though the soldiers seemed more captivated by Misuzu than my words.

Not because I was plain-looking. No, their attention was fixed on the sight of familiar girl soldiers—once deployed by their own army—now wearing the Haoti Tribe’s ethnic costumes and standing on our side.

The visual impact was overwhelming.

Time for a tactical change.

“Your trump card has switched sides. Do you understand what that means?”

Sensing my intent, the Misuzus tilted their heads and glared at the soldiers, adding a touch of mock menace to their performance.

“Now it’s your turn to bear the responsibility and pain you once forced onto those girls.”

The hundred Misuzus pointed at the enemy soldiers in unison.

“Do you have the resolve to face infinity?”

The soldiers trembled, their faces twisted in despair, as if they’d been dragged from a place of comfort into a nightmare.

Realizing they’d reached their mental limit, I delivered the final blow.

“Leave this place. And tell your superiors—nightmares have come to life.”

With that, the Gatling guns vanished.

Our little negotiation performance had worked. The soldiers, terrified out of their wits, fled with their tails between their legs.