"Mr. Elfman Strauss, please give a truthful account of your experiences during this battle."
"Yes!!"
Elfman folded his arms across his chest and nodded emphatically, his expression solemn, as though he were about to recount an epic.
"It was raining at the time."
"I stood in the middle of the battlefield, facing a horde of Phantom Soldiers summoned by Jose. Faced with that sight, I told myself-a real man takes on overwhelming odds!"
"So I charged in with a roar! I sent every last one of them flying with my fists."
He abruptly stood up and threw several heavy punches at the air, the gusts from his fists making the tent flap flutter noisily.
"I was having a great time fighting when I suddenly spotted some sneaky bastard popping out of the ground! Without another word, I hauled him out and shouted-what kind of man hides underground to launch sneak attacks?!"
"A real man fights face-to-face, trading punches that hit flesh! That's a real man's romance!"
The interrogator clapped his hands over his painfully ringing ears, his face pale.
"...Stop, please stop. Now, about how this war began-"
"Good question!!" Elfman's eyes lit up. "For that, we have to start with my childhood! My sister taught me the first lesson in a real man's life-"
Half a day passed, and all the interrogator heard was a pile of nonsense about being a real man, with almost no useful information about how the war had begun or unfolded.
The person assigned to question Mira was a young man who had only recently graduated from training camp.
The moment he lifted the tent flap and his eyes landed on the face opposite him, he froze as though struck by lightning-she was the nationally adored beauty who regularly dominated the covers of