Stormlord: I'm Eating Lemons!

People weren't born good or evil, and who could avoid making mistakes? A person's character was shaped in no small part by their upbringing and surroundings.

Take the beloved head-shaver, for example. If he'd been accepted into art school back then, perhaps there would've been no invasion of Poland in the future.

But you never knew. Poland might have avoided invasion, but France could've surrendered even sooner. After all, all you had to do was cut along the dotted line, and you'd have a white flag made especially for surrendering. You had to admit, it was a match made in heaven.

Looking at the young man, who didn't seem like a loser in the slightest, Hogg was very curious about what the guy had been through. How did he look even more manly than Hogg? He asked him exactly that.

"Lu..."

"No, Father! That loser is dead. The man standing before you is Guts, Librarian of the 4th Company of Blackwatch." Cutting Hogg off, Lu Mingfei—or rather, the giant who'd renamed himself Guts—looked proud as he pointed to his Power Armor, which was covered in medals. "Father, look. I earned this medal for placing third at the Catachan Training Camp. That was when I awakened my psychic talent and slew a stupid Catachan Devil.

"And this medal was awarded to me during the Plague War, when I led a combat squad and banished a Great Unclean One by piling Melta Bombs on top of it."

Leaving aside the painfully tragic sound of that name, there was something seriously wrong with his job as a Librarian. Every member of Blackwatch carried Psionic Energy. How could they possibly have a Librarian?

And that wasn't all. The loser—no, the manly Guts—kept talking the whole way there, giving a detailed account of all thirty-two