My name is Akutagawa Ryunosuke. I'm a Perro, codename [Imo-gayu]. No particular reason. I just think it tastes good.
Whatever. Anything's fine. Just don't bother me (going through the motions).
When I was wandering around with my little sister, Rhodes Island picked me up. From then on, I became a five-star Guard Operator.
But after my admired senior got drunk, he beat up his roommate, a six-star Liberi Specialist Operator, while calling me a good-for-nothing, a champion eater, a dog who'd never be around for unpaid overtime, and a little brother-obsessed brat.
He must be testing my character, I thought confidently.
I have four roommates. I barely know three of them. Anyway, the one who often follows me around is a five-star Guard Operator, [Shanyue], a Feline with a horribly ugly dog-chewed haircut.
Why is he a five-star too?
I think there's definitely something wrong with Rhodes Island's rating system.
And then...
The dog-chewed haircut is still a dog-chewed haircut, but right now he's just a little pup.
My senior is still my senior, but right now he's treating me like I'm a hopeless disappointment.
The jerk is still a jerk, but right now he's my boss.
I'm still me... No, I'm not entirely myself anymore. I've also got a ghost behind me who looks just like me.
Faced with this situation, I slowly typed out a question mark.
In every sense, this is a silly comedy with no logic...
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