My name is Honda Mingyue, codename Spirit. I'm a good-for-nothing member of the liquor organization, devoted to doing as little as possible.
I'm useless. I'm not physically fit, I'm not smart, and I'm even worse with a gun.
Somehow, a rumor spread that during the organization's 50-meter shooting drill, I missed the target from three meters away. Ever since, I've been known as the Master of Outlines. I guess I'm just that useless.
But the Boss likes me and treats me like the organization's mascot, so I happily coasted along for over ten years.
Then I got a new assignment:
My new superior gets headaches every night, and the Boss told me to help him.
But my new superior is incredibly hard to get along with. The worse his headache gets, the worse his temper, and the worse his temper, the more he picks on me.
Ah... I feel sorry for him when he has a headache, but his bad temper scares me. When he picks on me, I just want to finish my assignment sooner and go back to the organization to lie flat and slack off.
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Gin: "Spirit! Where are you aiming?!"
Oops, I accidentally shot my superior. Good thing he has quick reflexes and moves fast.
Gin: "You're in such bad shape! Go run 50 laps!"
Me: "..."
Gin: "Your shooting is terrible! Go fire 300 rounds at the target!"
Me: "..."
See? My new superior is totally picking on me!
Gin: "No dinner until you finish today's work!"
Damn it!
I'm done! I'm going on strike!!
Note:
1. The blurb is in first person, while the main text is in third person.
2. It's intended to be silly, though the characters may end up out of character.
3. No logic, and lots of author-invented details.
Theme: Independence and self-reliance
