HEAVY OBJECT:Volume13 Prelude

Prelude

Hey, Sewax, let’s talk about muscles today.

Now, now. Don’t look so shocked. You’re the one who brought it up.

Now, muscles come in all sorts of varieties. Think of it like the difference between an American football player and a figure skater. They both have body fat percentages in the incredible single digits, but their body types are completely different, right?

It’s obvious when you think about it, but what you demand of your body puts different burdens on it and changes which areas are built up. Baseball, soccer, volleyball, and basketball are all different.

I used to be a paparazzo too, so I chased down all sorts of people on my custom motorcycle back in my day. Everyone from corrupt cops to Hollywood celebs trying to sneak a date. I’ve seen professionals from every industry imaginable: athletes, soldiers, stage actors, and more.

And that’s why she scares me.

That young lady only accepted an interview once when she was in a good mood, but I still don’t understand it. Um, is it a part of the…survivability research for pilots? Whatever it’s called, she’s just as abnormal as those Pilot Elites. No, there’s something about her that’s different from even the “normal” Elites. Those military secrets scare me. I mean, what kind of environment would stress the human body in a way that makes something like that? It’s enough to make me wonder if she’s actually a little grey wearing a little girl’s skin.

And I suppose the answer to my question is the Northern Restricted Zone.

That’s a true battlefield beyond anything you could imagine from the peace-dulled safe countries or battlefield countries.

…So before you remove the lens cap from that shiny work equipment of yours, you really need to ask yourself if you really want to do this, partner. She is truly dangerous. Just try ruining her precious day by catching some surprise photos of her when she spends her rare time off licking some gelato with her tiny tongue. Who knows how she’ll repay you for that one.

There are plenty of other living witnesses to war.

There’s no reason to go for Mariydi Whitewitch, right? Right!?

Ah, wait, you idiot! …The damn fool.