In the brig at night, only one lamp was lit in the military history reference room. Spread out on the desk was a collection of photographs of blockade balloons from World War II. Numerous balloons were floated to block the entry of bombers as a key element of air defense in the city. Ensign Bronto nodded deeply at those old photographs. ...... I see. Even if there is no physical blow, the pressure of being “seen” restricts the enemy's actions. ...... Good, then it is a deterrent. 　 The next day, the cadets were made to line up for roll call. The next day, the cadets were lined up for roll call. In the still-dark morning schoolyard, they were startled by the sudden appearance of "it. A white balloon one meter in diameter. On it was a large illustration of a girl with blond ponytail hair, black military uniform, and mini pleated skirt, with an evil smile that looked like a deformed version of Ensign Bronto. Gentlemen. This is a new weapon, the “Bronto-style simple blockade balloon” (......), also known as the "Bloballoon. Second Lieutenant Bronto, speaking from the podium, looked more imposing than ever. This balloon symbolizes the dignity of the Imperial Self-Defense Forces. As representatives of the Self-Defense Forces, you must always be aware of this and never forget that you are being watched! The cadets were filled with a mixture of uneasiness and laughter. Temporary fence breakouts, embezzlement of supplies, nightlife, and gimpy behavior - my eyes and the blowfly balloon will not miss it! 　 That night, a shadow crept along the fence near the de-fencing point. A candidate in a camouflage jacket gently put his hand on it - and then suddenly looked up and froze. A one-meter bro-balloon appears softly from behind a tree. Swaying in the wind, its smile somehow looked more wicked than the real thing. ...... oh my god!　I'm sorry, Ensign Bronto! The cadet returned to the barracks crying out. The effect of the Bloballoon was immense. --But it was not perfect either. 　 Midnight in the kitchen. The refrigerator door opens softly. Amidst the leaking light, the one who appears majestically is Ensign Bronto himself. With blond hair in a ponytail and dressed in a black military uniform and mini-skirt, it is unmistakably him. She is a regular check of the surplus supplies. It's not against regulations." She pulls out some pudding and cheesecake from the fridge and snaps them together. The one floating next to it is a blowtorch, which, as before, is swaying in the wind. --but it had no effect. Ensign Bronto does not work on Ensign Bronto. 'Hmmm, ...... doesn't work on gold flies. I guess we need to improve on that." The kitchen door opened quietly behind Ensign Bronto, who smiled with satisfaction. “Ensign ......, what are you doing here again in the middle of the night?” There he was, Sergeant Fujimi. A cleaning mop in one hand and a grim face. “Hey, is that a ...... gold fly floating around right now?” ......No, no, no, no...