Prologue

X/XX/XXXX - Inside the Rhodes Island landship.

"Hey, you there. It seems that your application to become a combat operator has been approved."

"Wait, really? No jokes?"

"So even you couldn't believe it huh? Makes sense though."

"Hey."

"I mean with scores this low, hmm, I'd say you were lucky, no, perhaps very lucky!"

"I'm well aware that I did poorly in both physical and arts test but hearing it coming from somebody else hurts my feelings, like seriously."

"Is that so? Ahaha~my bad then. Well anyway, what's important is that you passed, am I right?"

"..."

"C'mon don't make that face. Oh, and before I forget, once you've decided on your codename, pay me a visit in the office later on. Sounds good? I'll be going then."

"Minor."

"What was that?"

"I said my desired codename is Minor."

"I can't believe she predicted that."

"Really?"

"Pretty sure he'll pick up a self-depreciating codename, something like Insignificant or perhaps Minor, or so she said."

The Human Resource personnel said, looking back at the newly employed combat operator.

Operator Minor chuckled.

"Haha~ Is that so?"