"I, I didn't really—"
"I heard the story from Kurz. If you hadn't been there, he and Sousuke wouldn't have made it. Perhaps you're a stronger person than any of us."
"No way. This is embarrassing." Kaname laughed nervously. Timidly, Kaname grasped the woman's slender fingers, which were alarmingly forceful.
"Well, I'll be going now."
"Um…
"Yes?"
"What about Sagara?"
"Sousuke's already been assigned a new mission."
"Did he send a message?"
"To you? No, not specifically."
"Oh."
"Goodbye, then," the woman said as she left.
It was still raining outside.
Was Sousuke's mission already underway?
Was he out there, shivering in the rain? He could be in danger. He could be hurt.
Maybe someday, like a stray dog… thought Kaname, her eyes starting to moisten. She wiped the tears with her sheets and buried her face in the pillow.
He could've had the courtesy to say goodbye,
Five minutes later, a real doctor and nurse came by and informed Kaname that she was in very good shape. She would be able to leave as early as the next day. They also informed her that her father came to visit her, but he had returned to New York to work after he found out she would be fine.
After they left, another five minutes passed before a mob of students from Jindai High School filed in. There were all kinds of kids from class, the girls' softball team, and student council, as well as the principal, the vice-principal, Miss Kagurazaka, and of course, Kyouko.
"Kana! " Kyouko dove in full-speed for a high-impact hug.
Everyone crowded around, thrilled that Kaname was okay. They barraged her with their recounts of the events.
"We really were worried about you!"
"They let us off those planes at Fukuoka Airport."
"That rescue team totally just bailed, like they weren't part of the U.N. or anything!"
"It sounds like a conspiracy!"
"We didn't even know who to ask about you, Kana, and nobody knew…" Kyouko began.
"I'm so sorry, Chidori. I wish they'd taken me, instead. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a teacher."
"Oh, Kana!" sobbed Kyouko.
The merciless mob of well-wishers gave Kaname a real sense of being loved. It felt good to be home—really good.
"Hey, take it easy, guys," barked Kaname, unable to handle the commotion. "I'm still in the hospital, you know!"
"She's right," agreed one of the kids. "Even though the injuries are minor, she needs to rest."
Nodding, Kaname said, "That's right. Be careful with me! It looks like I'll get out of here tomorrow, though."
"Thanks to that rescue squad!"
"Yeah. It's a shame the class trip got ruined."
"Survival is the top priority."
"Right, survival is the…" Kaname trailed off, attempting to see who had said that. There, behind the weeping Miss Kagurazaka, stood a solitary male student with a sour face and tight lips under the shadow of his messy, black hair.
"S-Sagara?"
Everyone turned to Sousuke, wondering what was so special about him.
"Yes, Chidori?"
"What are you… um, why are you here?"
"How rude! I've come to see you and I also brought this." He thrust a pack full of treats in front of her.
"What the heck is this?"
"I'm the insurance policy," he mumbled.
"Insurance policy?"
"For the time being, at least."
"Oh, great." Although she didn't say "thanks," the feigned irritation in Kaname's voice was entirely pleasant.
She took a deep breath and said, "You know, Sousuke, I've got some problems to discuss with you!"
And as Kaname started to air her grievances all at once, Sousuke panicked, frantically looking around for help.
Outside, it looked as though the rain would stop by nighttime.
AFTERWORD
This story is set in the present, but in a world with a more questionable outlook. Sousuke Sagara, who is part of Mithril (the world's mightiest high-tech mercenary force), accepts a new mission: to infiltrate a Tokyo high school and guard a certain girl. However, Sergeant Sagara has spent his life on the battlefield since he was young, so peaceful Japan is mostly a mystery to him. After a series of fruitless, berserk episodes, the high school girl he's supposed to protect ends up hating him.
That's how Full Metal Panic! begins.
If I had to put this story into a genre, it would be difficult. Its pages are a real melting pot. It would not be reasonable to call it a high school romantic comedy nor to label it a robot thing, and it isn't serious enough to be a military thriller. If I were forced to choose, perhaps I would call it an action adventure. I intended it to be seen as an action B movie, so please enjoy it at your own pace.
By the way, currently, in August of 1998, Dragon Magazine publishes the FMP short stories. These are utter campus comedies, set after the events in this book. They are laidback, slapstick stories that fully exhibit Sousuke's many acts of spaciness that cause Kaname to worry. In other words, they are more about everyday life. Thanks to your responses to the DM surveys, they seem pretty popular. For those who have not read them, I highly recommend that you do.
Of course, those of you who already are into the short stories might be surprised by the hard developments in this novel. I would be happy to know if you ever thought: "Sousuke's not an idiot, he's awesome!"
While I'm at it, I would like to comment on a few things.
1) The author harbors no ill will against a certain country that is integral to the plot. I was limited to choosing a dictatorship reachable by domestic flight. So, to those from that country, please do not abduct me. On the other hand, if I disappear or die in an accident—or if there's a mysterious fire at Fujimi Books—you readers know where to start the investigation.
2) At times, the story necessitates artifices intentionally be added to existing weapons, machines, organizations, and geography. Also, for all the common weapons introduced in the story, please assume they have been more or less influenced by AS core technology. I'd be put to shame if I actually had to give specs.
3) At times, the story necessitates artifices intentionally be added to the mentality and private lives of actual girls. The high school girls in this story are more or less influenced by romantic-comedy core technology. I'd be put to shame if you took me seriously.
Now, I plan for Sousuke and crew to face many more troubles—don't worry, they'll probably get through it all, they'll just be out of breath. They are, after all, tough and tenacious.
That said, look forward to the future exploits of Sousuke and Kaname.
This marks the end of my tedious comments and the beginning of the part where I offer thanks:
To Takuzou Suganuma, editor-in-chief at Dragon Magazine, for funky advice and soulful cultivation of the story;
To Kazuma Shinjou, the novelist who had groovy advice and powerful resources;
To Tomoyuki Sano, the manga artist who provided cool images and dope ideas;
To Katou, Koyama, Watanabe, and Second Lieutenant Y.A., who offered beneficial data;
To all of you involved with the Chuo University SF club, which was the impetus for me choosing this line of work;
To Takahara Masaki; I offer a deep apology along with my thanks— I never thought ** would ** this far. I really am sorry. Someday, ** will **;
To Shikidouji, who, despite other work pressures, fitted the book with charming illustrations;
To Kumiko Satou, the editor who helped me finally complete the book;
And to Cassie: If this young girl hadn't spilled chocolate milk all over the manuscript, the ending might have been totally different (kidding).