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Number one in fatality rate. Number one in overwork rate. Number one in resignation rate.
The Space Alliance Forces' most elite unit, the Genius Special Forces.
And into it, a rookie guide named An Doyun volunteers without a shred of fear.
'State what led you to apply to the Genius Special Forces (approximately 500 characters).'
Because the pay is good.
Their exasperation at the brazen answer lasts only a moment.
From day one of enlistment, Doyun puts on a spectacular showing.
Absent without leave at night, unauthorized removal of military supplies, assault on a superior officer, a summons before the disciplinary committee….
At this, Odin Quade, the man in overall command of the Genius Special Forces, starts weighing whether to cut the rookie loose. And then a shocking result comes up in front of him.
「Odin Quade (S) and An Doyun (S): Matching Rate 97%」
The one and only guide ever to appear before Odin, a man who had never once cleared a 50% matching rate since the day his powers manifested.
Perhaps that was why. Odin decided to admit it.
He cannot be cold toward this rookie.
If anything, for the first time in his life, his principles and his composure were collapsing at every turn.
"You."
Odin let out a short laugh, as though at his own expense.
"…haven't got a damn shred of mood about you."
He tugged at the Natamari cloth snagging on his shoulder. The cloth that had been covering his lower body slid loose, leaving him completely naked.
"No consideration for anyone else, either."
His grievances about Doyun came pouring out one after another, like a floodgate giving way. He tilted Doyun's face up.
"You've got a talent for making a man feel like a piece of shit."
Doyun's pitch black pupils dilated. Thrown, apparently, by a sight he hadn't remotely expected, he was visibly working to keep his gaze from dropping.
"Are all of you from Earth like this?"
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