I’ve had enough!
The residents, armed with kitchen knives and axes, were attacking!!!
They don't even use firewood here—why on earth are they holding axes?!!!
Yankees had arrived.
That said, I happened to be the Captain of the Strongest of the Imperial Army.
"Take that!"
Leo-kun Punch!
A quick snap, grazing the chin!
I reaped their consciousness in a single blow.
Bare hands are stronger than guns.
That’s common sense in a Village of Evil Customs.
I can’t let myself be looked down upon by some Yankees!
"Captain... as usual, you're harsh on delinquents."
My childhood friend, the sports club manager... the Yankee club member... in exchange for me making the starting lineup... ugh, my head!
I’ll kill those Yankees! There is no mercy!!!
"Watch out! Leo is turning feral!!!"
"He’s hungry! Bread! Does anyone have any Pastry Bread!? Even a potato is fine!!!"
"I don't have any!"
"Dammit! We can't stop Leo!!!"
It turns out I was being treated like a space kaiju.
Then Berger-san, the only one remaining in serious mode, shouted.
"His Excellency the Grand Duke! The device has amplified their anger and distrust!"
I see, so it's not irreversible.
That final parting shot is way too much of a nuisance!!!
"Everyone, knock them unconscious!"
"Roger."
I delivered a Brawling Kick to another Yankee's chin!
Die, Yankees!
I’ll kill those Yankees!!!
An old woman swung an axe down at me, so I restrained her with cable ties I took from my shoulder bag.
"H-He's accurately punching only the Yankees!!!"
"They’re coming over here too!!!"
"Here, cable ties!!!"
I threw the cable ties.
Then Eddy yelled.
"Leo! Why do you even have those!"
"They’re handy when doing construction work!!!"
"More importantly, lend me a weapon!!!"
Oh, inside the shoulder bag is...
"I have a Nail Puller."
I showed it to Eddy.
"Why do you have a Crowbar-like Object!"
"Obviously to pull out nails!!!"
Our conversation was not meshing at all.
I was here to investigate a Small Shrine, so of course I’d need tools!
Plus, I had Insecticide Spray for Bees, a Military Folding Shovel, a Small Hammer...
"That's not the equipment of a Brigadier General!!!"
"What about a gun!?"
"I don't have any."
"You idiot!!!"
A Yankee attacked with a bat, so I parried it with the crowbar.
Then I jabbed the tool from below into his armpit... and folded his arm behind his back.
I used the handle of the crowbar to lock his throat in a chokehold.
While still choking him, I threw him toward the other Yankees.
Then I bound his arms with copper wire.
Hahaha!
"Isn't he stronger when he's not holding a sword?" Eddy muttered.
"See, the Captain is unnervingly dexterous," Melissa agreed.
I tucked a Yankee's head under each arm and kicked the one in front of me.
I tossed aside the Yankees I had in Headlocks, gave another Yankee a front kick, then caught his jaw against my shoulder and leapt into the air.
Landing right on my butt!
Stunner!!!
The Yankee whose chin slammed into my shoulder did a full rotation before passing out.
"He's far too relaxed in his fighting style!"
Even as she said that, Claire was pulling off flashy moves like the Jackhammer.
Meanwhile, Eddy was gently restraining the elderly group.
Isono was restraining the children.
Regardless, there are way too many Yankees!
Since life on a Duke-class Planet isn't difficult, the Yankees have multiplied in massive numbers!
Yankees, absolutely not!
I will protect the childhood-friend-type Sports Club Manager!
"The Lord Groom is thinking about something stupid again..."
Spot on.
But I wasn't stopping.
I mowed them down with a Giant Swing.
After all, their numbers were fewer than the Zorks, they weren't coordinated, and each one was weak.
For us, who were constantly fighting while surrounded by five enemies at a time, this level was easy.
However, it was difficult trying not to kill them. Especially the old folks.
The old folks were restrained.
Sometimes they die just from the strain of being tied up, but I'll leave that to luck.
We learned a lot in the war.
Specifically: "Perfection doesn't exist, and anyway, it's the fault of the ones attacking us."
The most important thing for a civil servant is the avoidance of responsibility!!!
Wait, who's the commander for this operation?
Oh, right. Me, the Brigadier General...
Ugh, I'm not afraid of a Media Lynch!!!
I haven't fired a gun!
I haven't even used the crowbar for hitting anyone!!!
If they complain about this, I'll storm the media offices directly!
Oraaaaaaah! Die, Yankees!!!
I continued to pummel the Yankees.
"The Brigadier General looks like he's having a wonderful time..." One-oh-one muttered.
"He's relaxed because it's just at a Brawling Level," Tatiana spoke in an exasperated voice.
"But the enemy has axes, sir?"
"As if some civilians with axes could stop Big Bro..."
Shiyun was being protected by Tatiana and the others, as well as her big brother.
It would be a massive headache if Shiyun and the others got into a fight with the residents.
"Everyone! Don't let them get near Shiyun!!!"
"Roger!!!"
Isono kicked a middle-aged guy.
Middle-aged guys—creatures born to endure irrationality...
I wondered if I’d be treated even more carelessly once I reached that age.
It was a genuine fear.
"Come and get some!!!"
I let out a roar to draw in the Yankees and the middle-aged men.
The others were restraining the seniors.
A burly middle-aged man came at me swinging a Chainsaw.
I grabbed his arm and drove a fist into his face.
Trying to take me on with a chainsaw! What a moron!!!
"Hoachaaa!"
I delivered a flying kick to a massive Yankee.
Gradually, guys with mohawks started appearing—the kind that made me wonder where in this countryside they’d been hiding!!!
They gave off the distinct vibe of people who’d gone to the Imperial Capital to chase their dreams of being musicians, only to fail and crawl back to their hometown.
Knocked out with a punch.
Next, a guy covered in tattoos attacked.
Probably a bandmate of that idiot from earlier!
Then, for some reason, a man in a suit wearing glasses came at me.
Likely the keyboard player!
He’d probably returned home to be a music teacher after his dreams were crushed.
He was likely the rich kid of the group.
I silenced him with a kick.
Finally, a plump man in a suit with a bob cut and glasses charged.
There he is! The drummer!!!
His dreams had died, and he’d likely landed a government job through his parents' connections.
A wedding ring on his finger.
This guy... he's way too good at navigating life...
I continued my amateur sociology while beating them senseless and heading toward the Lord's Mansion.
Suddenly, Tatiana shouted.
"There! My barrier is set!"
Tatiana went toward the barrier device.
"Maybe... just like when we exterminated the Ghouls... if I jam the signal from the Dogu..."
Tatiana activated the barrier device.
In that instant, the residents collapsed right where they stood.