“...Sir!”

“Com… up…”

It sounded like he was submerged in water, but the voice slowly got clearer, bit by bit. 

“Commander! Wake up, sir”

And just as the voice calling out to him began getting clearer, the battlefield noises that hadn’t been heard were audible.

Kyaaaaa!

The terrible roars and screams; the commander couldn’t get his bearings.

“Commander! Can you hear me?! Do you recognize me?”

“I haven’t gotten so old that I can’t recognize the lieutenant that’s served under me for so many years.”

The noisy voice that had been babbling in his ears was that of the lieutenant who had been entrusted with the command of the battlefield on his behalf. 

“I’m glad, sir.”

The lieutenant let out a sigh of relief before belatedly holding out a hand. 

“Sir, we have to retreat first!”

“What happened? Am I not dead yet?”

Staggering, the commander stood up.

“Although your lost arm can’t be restored, you are most definitely alive, sir.”

The pain from his severed arm was gone, and it wasn’t bleeding any more.

“How?”

At the commander’s question, the lieutenant pointed his hand in a direction.

When the commander turned his head and followed the lieutenant's finger, he saw a man with a white fluttering robe, drenched in blood, yet the man hadn’t lost...