*Typhoon: A form of punitive instruction in the military. When new recruits are found to be inadequate in cleaning, the instructor orders them to clean up again after vandalizing their living quarters, etc., more than necessary. Damage includes beds, lockers, desks, clothes, etc. It is feared and called a typhoon. I hear they don\'t do it \"much\" these days. A mercenary girl of about 18 years old, with blond hair in a ponytail, wearing a military uniform over a black one-piece dress and an armband of the officer on duty, is watching the typhoon information on TV, making fists with both hands and snorting wildly. Tomorrow, a typhoon is going to make landfall! We must do our best for this! It\'s a serious duty for the officer on duty! It\'s a double typhoon! (While looking at Ensign, who is clenching his fists and snorting. （You\'ve come up with a stupid idea, haven\'t you?) (You\'ve come up with something stupid, haven\'t you?) mutters the silver-haired corporal accompanying the second lieutenant, though I wonder what he\'s doing by following him. (Let\'s leave him alone, he looks funny.) Now, cadets. I trust you are receiving proper instruction from your instructors on how to make your beds.\" Ensign Bronto, with a blond ponytail, smiles and says in front of the bed in the cadets\' living room. He is holding a coin, a 500-yen coin. He is a cadet, but he is a little older than Ensign Bronto, who is quite young for an ensign. He said, \"In that, the sheet should be laid out with a peon. I\'m sure they are instructed that if you drop a coin from a meter above, it should bounce back at least 10 centimeters. The female cadets thought this was absurd, but they could not go into it with Ensign Bronto, who looked dangerous in more ways than one. He drops a 500-yen coin from his hand onto the sheets. Pos ....... \'Five centimeters, isn\'t it? Hmmm. .......\" It\'s obvious. Even if you do it, it should be a 10 yen coin. \"Oooh, no! Then Ensign Bronto suddenly started screaming and threw the bedding and sheets all over the place. \"How can you be a full-fledged officer with a bed made up like this? He even removes the mattress and starts throwing it around. \"That\'s right! And the bed! Ensign Bronto, who is so slender that he doesn\'t know where he has the strength, lifts up the bed and throws it down as well! Naturally, a tremendous roar echoes through the barracks. What are you doing? A small, dark-haired Staff Sergeant immediately flies in, catches the blonde by the tail, and puts a fist in her brain! \"What? What do you mean, \'It\'s a typhoon\'?\" Second Lieutenant Bronto, floored by the blow, says, his head dizzy. ......, typhoons don\'t come along that often these days.\" The windows were rattling in the strong winds, and the sound of the rain was like a roar. Ugh, my head hurts. ...... There was a golden fly-head, Correction, the golden fly was lodged in your head. As a result, I apologize for hitting the Ensign in the head. Staff Sergeant Fujim