The Real World.
Milky Way Revolutionary Army headquarters.
"You may go in and report now."
"Yes!"
The girl saluted and entered an office.
Several Professionals brushed past her and hurried away.
Behind her, another group of Professionals waited quietly to be summoned.
"Commander, we've completed our mission."
The girl spoke.
Behind the broad desk, a bearded man with a pipe in his mouth waved a hand, motioning for her to sit down and talk.
"What were the casualties?"
"Still within the normal range."
"Good, then. I'm afraid your leave will have to be canceled."
"Why!"
"Demonic Creatures have been appearing so frequently these past few days-I'm practically worked to death. What a headache. Don't these Demonic Creatures take weekends off?" the man muttered.
The girl looked at his eyes, bloodshot from overwork, and ultimately did not dare voice her protest.
"Of course, I know you're tired too, so none of the missions I've prepared are particularly troublesome. Pick one."
The bearded commander handed her several sheets of paper.
The girl took one look, and her eyebrows shot up. The emotions she had just suppressed nearly erupted:
"These missions range from B-rank to S-rank! And you say they aren't particularly troublesome!"
"There's nothing I can do. Everyone's swamped-fine, you are our youngest major general, after all, and a priority when it comes to training and support-I'll let you have first pick of personnel," the bearded commander conceded.
The girl was about to protest again when something occurred to her, and she abruptly changed her attitude.
Yes.
Protesting was pointless anyway.
She might as well-
"You said it. I get first pick of personnel," the girl said.
The bearded commander had not expected her to be so agreeable. He froze for a moment, then was overjoyed.
"Fine! No problem. You get first