You... idiot!
"Your wounds have suppurated and your stay at the hospital has been extended"?!
That's what you get for sneaking out of the hospital!
If you have any excuses, go ahead and state them right now.
Well... you see...
...I wanted to feed the cats...
No excuses!
But... you just...
Ahh...
You just don't realize it, do you?
You don't realize the responsibility of being a member of S.S.III.
I will not come to visit you anymore no matter what! Do I make myself clear?
Like hell I'm coming!
Seems I made her angry...
Repent, for that's all you can do.
The LT was very worried about you.
Corporal...
Let's go find him.
Don't just stand there!
Y-Yes, sir!
She just kept yelling and yelling...
Boy, that was bothersome.
Eh, Machs?
Bothersome, huh?
Yeah.
I guess.
Ah, you're back, eh?
You delinquent patient.
Good Lord...
I will never assign you to your own room from now on.
Mr. Wantz,
as his neighbor, I'm asking you to keep an eye on him please.
If this guy disappears, please ring this bell.
I'm counting on you, okay?
Ahh.
Rosetta.
Please take care of this guy.
He might be disobedient,
but he's a cute little subordinate of mine.
Oh my, are you his friend?
Great timing!
Could you get a urine sample from him for me?
It's better if the one doing it is also a guy.
Okay, time to go home, Machs.
Ah... h-hey!
...They left...
Oh, I'm sorry.
You're very fortunate for having so many co-workers care for you.
Ah, umm...
Call me Wantz.
I work at a briefcase factory.
I've been in the hospital for a week already,
but none of my co-workers have come to see me.
I should be thankful that I have a job at least, though.
I need to work my butt off once this heals.
Umm...
I'll do it myself...
Really?
Sorry to ask you when your leg is injured already.
There are paper cups next to the bathroom's entrance!
Pardon me.
No, excuse me.
How are you doing, Wantz-kun?
Chief!
I was getting worried about your body.
Ah... thanks...
Sorry for the trouble...
Don't be; it's what I should be doing.
But, I'm glad you look good.
A unit known as 901-ATT in our army does not exist!
Non-existent, eh?
Very well put.
That's why they were called...
..."Invisible 9"...
Invisible... 9...
Hard at work, huh?
Oreld...
What are you secretly looking up?
It's got nothing to do with you, Oreld.
Nothing to do with me, eh?
How cold of you.
This is about the big guy, right?
Anyone can tell after seeing your attitude at the hospital.
I... like Section III...
At first, I thought "what kind of unit is this?",
but gradually, I started to like it.
But now...
But the corporal's existence might threaten Section III's.
That's what I'm researching.
And how far have you gotten?
I can't tell you.
This is my own personal investigation.
Hmm...
Pardon the interruption!
Sergeant Major Machs here...
...has been my friend since we were kids,
and quite frankly, he's very talented.
But even for someone like him...
...at the age of seven,
Section III again?
when we went on a piss break and got "attacked" by a worm,
he... he...
What's that got to do with you?!
That's right.
Your past has nothing to do with me.
Neither does the big guy's past.
Of course, his past is none of your business, either.
That's why you should just forget about all this.
Yet, you're trying to disguise it as "protecting Section III"?
Stop trying to be the protector of justice.
Don't be saying things like that.
You, me, and the big guy...
We all have Section III's emblem on our uniform.
Don't be saying things like "it's got nothing to do with you".
Tell me, Machs.
In other words, you found nothing.
What can I do?
I'm only three days into this.
But I do know the unit existed.
It seemed like a ridiculous amount of information flew around...
...between the front lines and the head sector of the army...
"It seemed like"?
Is this a tip from the boss?
Where's the boss right now?
He went out to report on the armored tank incident from last time.
The units that don't appear in official documents...
Invisible 9, eh?
That Invisible 9-
Oh, what are you doing here, Oreld?
Appreciating the flowers in the garden.
Oh, whatever.
Ask me out for a meal again, okay?
You bet.
Who was that?
Mireille-chan from the personnel department.
Hmm, weird...
A person that came from a unit that isn't in official documents...
There's no way the personnel department would let that pass.
We are talking about a place where the entire nation's military information is gathered here...
Someone pressured the personnel department?
But there's no way we can check that-
Why are you leaning?
Just leave this to me.
I-I can't, Oreld.
People are going to be back soon.
It'll be a quickie.
B-But...
I just can't.
All files in the personnel department are classified.
I can't show them to you...
No one will find out.
B-But...
Sorry.
The files never really mattered to me.
I wanted to tie you up with me...
...by sharing our little secret.
Troubling you with a cheap trick like this...
I'm the worst, aren't I?
So long, Mireille.
Oreld!
J-Just finish up before everyone gets back, okay?
Okay.
Oreld is slow...
Geez...
You sure spent a long time...
Can't help it...
You got lipstick on your face.
But, I got some results.
When the big guy got assigned to our unit,
a certain organization pushed for it...
...The Imperial Science Laboratory...
The Kauplan Institute?!
Yep.
Then if we look up that place, we'll be able to know the corporal's-
I... actually like that...
...that it's peaceful and such...
What's the matter?
Sorry, Oreld.
I want to hear the rest of the story from the corporal himself.
Same here.
Let's go check him out at the hospital.
At a time like this?
What are you going to the hospital for?
Ah, umm...
What do you two think you're doing by leaving your posts?!
W-Well... we're... worried about the big guy's health and...
...and if he gets his wounds infected,
I heard that maybe it'll worsen overnight...
What...
And so...
We'll be going to the hospital.
I... I said I wouldn't go to visit him.
Sure...
That's why we are going.
Excuse us, then.
He's gone again, isn't he?!
What? You're here...
Where's Mr. Wantz?
Well... he hasn't been back...
...since noon...
Since noon?
Patients in this room are just... gosh...
What's this?
Something in the trash can...
It's a briefcase...
Are you here, big guy?!
He's here...
What's wrong with you?!
Please come tomorrow if you're visiting-
Now's not the time for this!
There's someone on the roof!
Someone's going to jump?
Who?!
Mr. Wantz!
Please!
Think about this again!
Committing suicide won't help!
Thank you very much,
but it's all over now.
Mr. Wantz!
Big guy...
You'll catch a cold.
Let's go back, Mr. Wantz!
That briefcase...
Do you know what that is?
That's my severance package.
Severance package?
For twenty years...
I've worked for twenty years...
...and for just resting one week...
...I got fired...
...and all I got was one briefcase...
Mr. Wantz...
For twenty years...
I've worked from dawn till dusk...
How much have I devoted to the company?
I never had any complaints about my monthly salary,
yet... just one week...
Just for resting one week...
"Hard times"?!
Damn you to hell!
Throwing me out with just one briefcase in these "hard times"...
How am I supposed to live from now on?
How am I going to eat...
How am I going to...
I'll do my best...
I... will do my best...
I'll do my best... to make our country a better place...
I'll work hard in Section III!
Don't come near me!
Don't come any closer.
He's so far.
I can't save him.
Will I reach him if I run?
Can I even run properly?
My knee is shaking so much from all this...
Why not just let me be, neighbor?
This has nothing to do with you.
I do have something to do with this.
I was never sure...
When I turn on the lantern, I just kill everything...
Without the lantern, I can't do anything...
For someone like me who knows nothing but to kill people,
I was never sure if I could do good in Section III...
...if I could blend in with everyone...
But... I got some confidence in myself today...
Mr. Wantz, you said that the sergeant majors here...
...were my co-workers...
That's why I can't let you end your life with a mistake like this!
That's rather nosy of you...
I'm sorry.
I can't believe I'm so needed by someone I just met today...
Mr. Wantz...
Then, I guess there are still some jobs that might need me, too...
Mr. Wantz!
Big guy!
Sergeant Majors!
Don't group us together!
Ow-ow-ow-ow...
Machs, put some more energy in!
The corporal's too heavy!
We're saved...
Come on, you two!
Come on!
Sergeant Majors!
I can't hold on much longer.
Let's give it all we've got!
Will that work?
How would I know?
Let's go...
3, 2, 1...
Hey, Corporal...
Yeah?
Sorry for being suspicious of you.
Huh?
N-Nevermind.
Lovely moon, isn't it?
Y-Yeah...
Hmph.
Well, well.
He's doing fine...
Captain Hunks.
Looks like you got yourself out of this jam.
Of course, no one's going to believe a foot soldier dispatched a tank to begin with, anyway.
Who the hell are you?
Pleased to meet you.
I am the chief of the medical development department at the Kauplan Institute,
Muse Kauplan.
I finally have it!
An LL-size!
But...
I'm about to leave the hospital...
Oh, trying to run away victoriously?
Modern medicine is not allowed to accept defeat!
But I don't feel it coming now-
You arrogant little-
W-Wait...
But...
...gotcha!
Oh no, Mer-kun!
The corporal brought back a baby!
Okay! I'm going to take care of it with all my heart!
Next time, "Bountiful Times".
Come get us if you're not scared!