Having worked my way up to Major in military intelligence, I ended up getting a grievous wound and landed in a wheelchair. But that wasn’t the end of my troubles. The knife sticking under my heart can attest to that. And nearby, besides two fatally mangled thugs, lies the neighbor’s boy, Sanka. He stepped in for me—on his own peril. Well, at least he’s alive.
But it seems I won’t be allowed to die quietly. By the will of some unfortunate experiment, I found myself in another world. There’s not a trace of the wounds. And—and what the hell?!—my legs work! Nearby, some armed savages are already tying up Sanka. And at the same time they insist that an order has been issued to track me down and eliminate me.
Looks like, comrade Major, you retired too early. There’s still work for you. Well then, let’s get started. Whoever didn’t hide—I’m not to blame!