Prologue

It was just supposed to be another sunny day in the borders of the Golan Heights.

Spanning about 1,800 square kilometers (690 sq mi), the Golan Heights is a basaltic plateau bordered by the Yarmouk River in the south, the Sea of Galilee and Hula Valley in the west, the Anti-Lebanon with Mount Hermon in the north and Wadi Raqqad in the east; and as a geopolitical region, the Golan Heights is the area captured from Syria and occupied by Israel during the Six-Day War, territory which Israel effectively annexed in 1981. This region includes the western two-thirds of the geological Golan Heights and the Israeli-occupied part of Mount Hermon.

Which led to an intergovernmental organization called the United Nations to call upon friendly nations to send troops to the troubled region which they called the United Nations Disengagement Observer Force.

Oftentimes, these UN peacekeepers needed to be accompanied by either the Israel Defense Forces or the Syrian Arab Army against Islamists hardliners.

Which lead to this—

"Such misfortune!"

The tranquil atmosphere of the cold dawn was shattered by a rocket-propelled grenade smashing through the first gate of the UN compound. Immediately, the familiar Type III camouflage of the Japan Ground Self Defense Force was donned by its members while others had their black balaclavas as their mixture of the regular Type 89 assault rifles and SOPMOD M4A1 carbines began to fire back.

"Off all times, this stupid thing jammed right now!"

The voice of the unlucky Kamijou Touma was heard—wait, what was he doing here?

"I'm just supposed to be a cook from the beginning, right?" Kamijou cried softly as he was forced to switch to his backup M1911 pistol. "Why did I end up here in the battlefields?!"

As he sprayed .45 ACP rounds, he found himself wondering…

Why the hell did Japan end up getting involved in this?!

After more than an hour of a violent encounter, it finally ended with Kamijou shooting a man in the forehead. Immediately, the man with the AK-47 fell with a thud on the floor as the 5.56 round cleanly bit off every brain tissue it found on its way, quickly dirtying the keffiyeh with blood and flesh.

Kamijou looked at the mad with both regret and relief. Regret because the day has come that he had to kill in order to protect his "King"––that is, whatever is precious to him and to his fellow Japanese countrymen. Relief because he gets to live for another day.

That was the reality that was taught to them on the first day he had to step foot on the National Defense Academy of Japan.

"You're going to have nightmares on this, no?" One of his batchmates with a balaclava said as he cocked his M4 carbine, "I hope we can get over this though I doubt it would be easy."

Yes, it's not going to be easy. Kamijou sadly thought as he reminisced back upon his days as a cadet.