"It's been a very long time... or rather, it's hard to say that. I remember the last time we had a one-on-one meeting was two years ago, but it's already been this long..."

"Yeah. Has it really been that long... It's a strange feeling. Just yesterday, it felt like you were criticizing me in person, asking if I could do underwater infiltration or airborne infiltration, aside from just shooting people."

"Cough, cough... Ah, no, when did I say that!?"

"Don't remember? That's harsh. Because of those words, I ended up drinking three liters of water a day in the swimming pool practicing underwater infiltration..."

"..."

August 23, 2033, 3:43 AM.

The victory celebration party, which felt like it would last forever, along with the sound of guitars and laughter, melted away into the deep dawn as the accumulated fatigue and drowsiness overpowered it.