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Ever since the waterworks incident,
it seems like everyone's in a heavy mood.
In particular...
...the corporal's mood being the heaviest...
I guess...
...I must do something about this!
So basically,
I thought about a lovely dance that everyone can sing and dance to and become happy together with!
I'll call it Plan A - "Lunatic Dance"!
I spent all morning producing this dance, and I put a lot of effort into it.
And, because people might be concerned that it would be "too embarrassing",
I have decided to test dance it in this experimental area.
Here goes.
Pu-Pu-Pu-Pumpkin
La-La-La-Pumpkin
Scissors...
Scissors!
Ah, here goes!
Be it love or battle, how you start is crucial.
Dash with all you've got!
With a cute little move,
Catch the heart!
Catch and release!
Th-That was much more embarrassing than I anticipated...
Let's seal this thing away forever.
I-I-I-I-It's not like that!
It's not like that, Corporal!
There's a reason for this.
Corporal!
No, no, no, no, don't look at me with those eyes!
Don't close the door!
No, I'm not...
Everyone has freedom of religion.
At 1310,
Plan A...
...sunk.
Continuing on with Plan B!
"Ask Men About Men" plan!
Begin!
So, give me some advice.
Huh?
Just leave him alone.
Shhh.
Your voice is too loud.
What exactly is this all about?
For the sake of the corporal,
as his superior, I thought I should help him out.
Perhaps I can proceed with Plan B?
Plan B?
I'm just talking to myself.
Besides, why me?
How bothersome.
Because Oreld, you're someone who enjoys the good life.
No one else can make themself enjoy life more than you, Oreld.
Yes, Oreld does live at his own pace.
Yes, so please let me in on your secrets of how to please oneself.
Hey, big guy.
Come with me for a bit.
Yes, sir.
To where?
A store to "energize" ourselves.
Ahh.
Yes, yes!
Stores that energize you; the more the better!
Great idea, Oreld.
It paid off asking you about this.
A store that energizes you?
Yes, one that works for any man.
Right?
N-NO, NO, BIG NO!
At 1330,
Plan B...
...blew up!
Gosh!
Oreld, you sexually harass me too much!
Do you even understand what sexual harassment means?
Sexual harassment!
Go home already, would ya?
Why you!!!
Now, now, calm down.
He...
For crying out loud...
What?
Oh yeah, Machs.
Asking Oreld for advice was probably the wrong step to begin with.
In that regard, Machs is many times better than me at work,
and he has a good reputation:
the perfect person to ask for advice.
Seeing him take care of many tasks all by himself
is a stark contrast to Oreld's enjoyment.
Yes, if I had to put it...
You're a one-man machine!
Machs is the Empire's number one one-man machine!
Huh?
The mood's so heavy...
Nevermind the big guy,
you're responsible for making Machs like that!
Excuse me.
Umm, Corporal-
I don't know...
I don't know what you did in those sewers,
but you accomplished your mission,
and we destroyed the Himmel distribution network.
What are you not happy with?
One-man machine...
Not you!
There were people that I couldn't save, as well.
How many...
How many people do you have to save to satisfy your standards, Corporal?!
Oreld...
Looky here...
What a pathetic argument that's going on here.
Section III again?
Hey, Lahn.
What does the great Section I want from us?
Don't worry.
They're not part of Claymore One.
Indeed, I wasn't able to qualify for Claymore One.
But, behold!
This "Double Shotel" team emblem!
We penetrate the enemy defenses with our superior intelligence.
Our slash is just like that of a shotel!
The sting of a bee!
The heroes of intelligence warfare!
Do you know him?
Ah, but that was a very tough six months of training.
We were in the same year at the academy.
By the way,
was that loud shout from you, Oreld?
Section III sure is lucky,
all peaceful and easy-going,
while we're on missions fighting for the prestige of the Empire every day.
War relief, was it?
Have you saved like five or ten people now?
Oreld?
Let's move to another seat.
Running away?
Oh, come on.
Does Section III have no guts or what?
Finishing move!
Pumpkin Scissors!!!
Why you!
I won't allow you to pick on the weak!
Hold it!
Am I the weak one you refer to?
And... was our team name the name of a move?
Wh-What?
I'm sorry.
I didn't know that you'd be so depressed, Oreld.
The Sergeant Major?
Well, let's put Oreld aside.
Hey!
I won't allow you to speak ill about Section III!
If you're going to apologize, great.
If not, I'm going to do this move on you again!
Why you...
Stekkin?!
It's embarrassing...
You little brat!
Pumpkin Scissor...s?
Oreld!
See the power of my finishing move?
Shut up!
Hurry up and run already!
Oh, this isn't good...
Come get us!
Shut up already!
What're we going to do?
Isn't it obvious?
Run.
I don't want to get any scars on my face today, y'know.
The corporal's been taken captive!
He's really clumsy, isn't he?
This guy's recuperating from his injuries!
Stop picking on weak people!
It's... escalating into something big...
Come on, place your bets!
Right now, Section III's odds are 16:1!
Lieutenant Webner?!
Hello there, Machs.
Are you betting, as well?
What are you talking about?
Wait, what are you doing here?
Section I's chief called me up...
...about that tank incident.
He asked me everything that I knew about it.
Don't worry.
I didn't mention anything about the big guy taking on the tank by himself.
Actually, those people were more concerned about...
...those agents.
Those agents?
Why now?
Beats me.
Anyway, if you call yourself a man...
...then get in there already!
Yes, sir!
Well then-
You don't need to.
But, but, but...
Time's up.
Hey!
What the hell do you guys think you're doing?
Security?
Restrain everyone!
Don't even think of moving!
And the match ends in a draw.
The house takes everything.
Machs jumped in for nothing.
It's all good.
It's punishment for him.
He's been breaking too many of my cars lately.
That Webner lady's pretty tough.
She was formerly from the weapons department.
Questioning her isn't an easy task.
So, from her testimony just now,
what do you two think?
In relation to the waterworks incident?
Yes.
This is my personal opinion,
but the rifles we seized from the waterworks staff...
...for automatic rifles, they are pretty complete.
The ammunition's standards don't match those of Neburo's,
and when we test-fired three hundred rounds,
there was no jamming in the rifles at all.
They are quite well standardized.
...while every other country is still using bolt-action rifles right now, eh?
If we have it order-made, we might be able to reproduce some,
but we wouldn't be able to maintain that quality for mass production.
Yet here we have someone able to mass produce them at a high quality.
This and the tank that Section III seized...
Indeed, it does connect with what Hunks told me.
Those automatic rifles...
Could they be given to us?
In close combat situations,
the Republic's cylinders have an advantage over our rifles.
Do not praise enemy technology.
Then, even more-
Oh.
So that's Alice L. Malvin,
the person that broke the double swords that you're so proud of?
To think that she was that tiny of a figure...
There, you're all set.
Sorry.
You should be more careful;
your injuries were almost healed.
Sorry.
It seems like the mood's getting heavier.
At this point, it looks as if I have no choice but to adopt Oreld-style ideas...
That last option...
...is Plan C - "Comeback! The Amorous Sigh!"
Master Sergeant.
Y-Yes?
Umm... back in the cafeteria... about Sergeant Major Oreld...
I didn't have a clue at all...
...about how Sergeant Major Oreld felt...
I think about... nothing but myself...
I don't see what's going on around me...
And that's probably why...
I couldn't save him...
I screw up... get depressed...
I don't even notice it when everyone's trying to cheer me up...
...even though you all have your own worries, as well...
I think about nothing but myself...
Cheer up~ Cheer up and up~ Cheer up~
There's a delicious bowl of stew today~
Wipe your tears~
And eat up~
Let's eat~
A song from the Republic?
Surprised?
Isn't that enemy music?!
If someone were to hear this-
Before I came to Section III, I was in the army band.
I've loved music since I was a child,
and although I've sung many songs of the Empire,
I actually love the songs of the Republic, as well.
They didn't let me study them because they were enemy songs or whatever,
but I thought that if I came to S.S., I'd be able to study however much I wanted.
So, I tried very hard and got in.
Everyone of us is here in Section III for their own important and hopeless reasons.
So it's completely okay for us to be selfish and think about ourselves.
You should think more and more
and be who you think you should be.
As your superior, that's what I think, Corporal.
I don't really understand.
Not yet...
But...
I'll go apologize to Sergeant Major Oreld, at least.
That's the most important thing for me to do right now.
Ah, and...
I liked that song...
There's still space over here.
It was today, huh?
The last set of trucks that will bring the underground refugees to the state farm.
Well, now the state farms should be filled with people after this.
Umm, Sergeant Major...
Oreld!
Hey, Marielle.
I'm so glad!
Did you come to see us off?
Yes, because this is a new start for you, Marielle.
This injury still hasn't healed?
Ah, no.
I got this from the cafeteria today.
Right?
Y-Yes.
Take care of your father.
And they're gone now...
Hey, big guy.
Sorry about what I said back in the cafeteria.
I just got irritated.
The refugees that Section III "saved" and guided out were just one piece of the pie.
They just look at how many people we did or didn't save.
People aren't balls we throw in a basket.
If there are one thousand people and we only save one, is that a failure?
And do we tell that one person we saved "you were saved, but it's meaningless"?
Stuff like that was going through my head.
But, whatever.
But...
I want to save them all...
Is that right?
Then, we'll be getting into a fight in the near future again.
Yes, sir.
Since then, the corporal has been gradually cheering up again.
Mine!
Ah, you shouldn't do that!
In the end, I wasn't able to do anything at all.
It's okay.
It's his fault for daydreaming.
If everyone's happy, that's fine!
But lately, Alice seems strange, too.
I'm worried about her.
God, Oreld.
I let the great corporal take care of the manual labor.
I'm fine with that.
Kiddo?
What's wrong?
You can't go in!
Why not?
Well... for the good of Section III's future...
...they're in the middle of a very important discussion...
Umm...
In other words...
As I said,
I will be wed.
Mer-kun, is Alice really going to get married?
There's a lovely ballroom party tonight,
but it seems like some evil plot is moving behind the scenes.
Next time, "A Sweet Trap."
Come get us if you dare!