World War III had begun. The entire world was in chaos. America fought Russia. India clashed with China. Europe wasn't spared either. No one could escape this hellish war.
My country, Japan, had been attacked by China. Their army had taken over the Senkaku Islands, and Japan declared war in response. A special military unit was dispatched to counterattack—and I was the captain of that unit.
My name is Miyasaki Iwanaga, a decorated captain in the Japanese Army. I've completed every mission assigned to me, no matter how dangerous. And now, the responsibility of reclaiming the Senkaku Islands was mine. My team and I had been fighting non-stop for three weeks, and finally, the battle was turning in our favor.
People across Japan were rejoicing—we were winning our first major battle of World War III. Even I felt relieved. But I didn't realize that this would be the last day of my life.
It happened so suddenly.
We were clearing the final island of the Senkaku chain when we entered a tunnel. We found what looked like the bodies of dead Chinese soldiers. They had bullet wounds, so we assumed they were gone. But that assumption… was our fatal mistake.
They were pretending.
When we lowered our guard, they attacked. It was brutal. I was hit—multiple times. I don't even know how many bullets pierced my body. I died on that battlefield. Many others died with me.
Though we eventually wiped out the enemy, I never lived to see the end of the war.
I had one regret—I wanted to become strong. Like those main characters in anime and manga. I knew it was foolish… this world didn't allow such dreams.
But if multiverses existed, like in those stories… I wished I could be born in a world of magic and power. I wanted to be so strong that I could stop wars with my own hands.
And then…
God must have heard me.
Because now, my journey begins—
I died as a soldier, and I've been reincarnated in a new world.
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