Bonus Short Stories
The Iron Fist
In Alpha’s military, there was no squad as renowned as Lettie Kultunca’s. They were known for their high skills and for how rowdy they were.
Trouble accompanied them on a daily basis, and Lettie felt that keenly today’’ as she opened the door to their squad room.
“Whew,” she yelped in reflex at the stench. The heat and smell of sweat was so bad that she wrinkled her nose. Even though she was used to it, the sudden change always put Lettie in a bad mood.
Her skilled squad members were a varied bunch, and when not on missions they spent time training or assisting with defense missions. Because of that, the sweaty men filling the room made it very difficult for a young woman to step in. Around a dozen men with naked upper bodies were running around in here, after all.
Those who saw Lettie standing in the doorway with twitching cheeks immediately looked away. But it was all for nothing. With their only path of escape blocked it must have been very painful for them.
“Agh?!” “Urk!” the men shouted one after another.
Enraged, Lettie beat the men up as she worked her way to the back of the room.
“Wait a min—”
She grabbed one of the men trying to escape by his collar, a bulging vein in her temple. “... I’ve told you before, haven’t I? This is a place that women also use, not a place for you to throw your stinking shirts around like trash! I can’t believe you just leave your clothes lying around without even bothering to open a window or clean up after yourselves...”
The next moment, the man was blown away by Lettie’s iron fist, which broke anything in its path. After that she continued on, mercilessly and swiftly dealing with anyone she came across.
Her own crudeness aside, Lettie was the law in her squad. Moreover, all of its members had sworn loyalty to her. That said, insensitive men tended to make up a lot of the Magicmasters that stepped into the Outer World, so these kinds of troubles happened often. Either way, the shower room was next door, so they could have just washed off their sweat there first.
“Sajik, finish up already, or the captain’s going to tear you a new one.” Unaware of what was going on in the squad room, Mujir carelessly stepped in from the locker room.
In an instant, Lettie drew right up to him and looked him over.
“W-What can I do for you, Captain?”
“Hmm, I see you’re ready to go home.”
“Y-Yes, I was thinking of saying goodbye to my wife before heading to the Outer World...” The faint aromatic smell of soap came from his body. He was wearing a rather formal outfit that suited his build well, as expected from the only married man in the squad.
So Lettie had nothing in particular to say to him. However—her eyes shifted away from him and over to the room he’d come out of.
Meanwhile, Mujir tried to slip past her while letting sleeping dogs lie.
“Hold it...” Lettie’s cold tone made Mujir’s legs freeze. “I’ll wrap this up quick, so stay right there,” she said, making Mujir realize he would need to postpone his return to his loving home for a while longer.
Seeing her wordlessly step into the locker room, Mujir let out a large sigh. After she slammed the door shut behind her, he could hear Sajik’s pathetic scream from the other side. “Sound like she’s being more flashy than usual today,” he mumbled, as he checked the time on his wristwatch.
Just as he finished mumbling, the door was shattered as a large body twice Lettie’s size flew through it.
Lying there against the wall where he’d landed, the large man who was Mujir’s colleague looked up with a bruised face. Seeing Sajik like that, Mujir said, “I told you.”
After that, the men in the room were forced to sit on the ground and listen to Lettie’s scolding for a long time.
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