Huh? Wasn't I the commander of the Western Theater Command?
What is this place?
Is that hair hanging down over my head?
Why did I turn white-haired overnight?
Whatever... I'll make do...
After all, a peaceful life like this is hard to come by...
Then I'll just...
Be a happy little white fluffball, okay?
But when it was finally my turn,
I realized
that turning back was too hard...
If only I'd known not to go looking for trouble...
I was wrong! Let me out of here! d(ŐдŐ๑)
P.S. This story moves at a glacial pace. The main plot doesn't kick in until Volume Two, so don't rush me! Anyone who does is getting hammered!
(;≥皿≤)
