The special task force had lost Noah.
He had fallen into a manhole and out of drone surveillance.
But they still had one hope:
Intercept him at his home.
Dozens of satellites, stealth microphones, and long-range cameras locked onto a small wooden house in Shinohara District.
Inside, Noah Sato pushed open the door.
"…Nana? I'm home."
A shadow moved.
And then —
A BOOM.
A massive figure ducked out of the kitchen doorway.
The Arrival of Nana
Standing at the entrance was a 6-foot-tall, fully muscle-bound grandmother, with arms like tree trunks and shoulders broad enough to block the hallway.
She wore:
a floral apron
lifting gloves
and had a giant cooking ladle in hand (which looked like a weapon in her grip)
Her aura was massive, overwhelming — but it was just natural hunter bloodline presence.
"Noah Sato," she rumbled, voice deep and thunderous.
"You're late."
Noah stiffened out of pure childhood fear.
"I-I can explain—"
"You fell into a drain again, didn't you?"
He choked.
"H-how did you know!?"
She snorted.
"You always do. You walk like your grandpa—no awareness of holes."
She patted him on the head so hard it made his knees buckle.
Government Interpretation: Terror Absolute
Inside the command room—
Every agent watching via satellite froze.
Their souls left their bodies.
"Sh-she…"
"Sh-SHE IS HUGE."
"She's built like a biological weapon!!"
"Look at her arms!!"
"That's military-grade musculature!"
"She didn't even FIT through the doorway properly—she had to duck!"
Another analyst squeaked:
"She sensed the fall…
She could tell he fell into a drain WITHOUT any surveillance…
Her intuition is beyond any known detection ability!!"
Someone whispered:
"Is this the infamous Codename Nana…?
The Savior of the Nation… the rumored 'Mountain-Breaker'…?"
The director slammed his fist down.
"It has to be her!
No normal human looks like THAT!!"
Noah's POV – Normal Grandma Routine
"Get in the shower," Nana commanded.
"You smell like the sewer married a skunk."
"Yes, Nana…"
Her grip on his shoulder was so strong he nearly died.
She shoved him toward the bathroom.
"Use the cedarwood shampoo! It kills germs!"
Government Interpretation: A Combat-Coded Exchange
"CEDARWOOD!?"
"That's an ancient stealth-assassin aromatic oil!!"
"She's disinfecting him after a mission!!"
"No — she said it kills germs — that means she expects biological contamination!"
"She's trained in bio-warfare!!"
Everyone nodded grimly.
Only a legendary agent would think to "sanitize after sewer escape infiltration."
Dinner Time With Death Incarnate
Noah sat at the table, towel on his head.
Nana placed a massive pot of curry in the center.
Her muscles flexed when she set it down, shaking the entire table.
"Noah. Eat more. You look thin."
(She said, to a boy who barely finished two giant plates daily.)
Noah obediently scooped rice.
"Okay, Nana…"
Her eyes softened.
"You're a growing boy. You need strength."
Government Interpretation: Maximum Panic
"That tone…"
"That tone was absolute authority."
One analyst stammered:
"She's increasing his caloric intake."
"For what?"
Another agent whispered:
"…Preparation.
For a long-term operation."
Someone gasped:
"She's BULKING HIM UP."
"For physical combat.
Tomorrow."
The entire room shivered.
Nana Gives the Deadliest Command
After dinner, Nana leaned forward, arms crossed like a general about to declare war.
"Noah."
"Yes, Nana?"
"Tomorrow…
school."
He swallowed.
"Must I?"
She slammed the table.
"YES! Don't argue with me!"
He instantly sat straight.
"Y-Yes ma'am…"
Command Room Interpretation: Nation-Ending Threat
The officers trembled.
"She has decided his next deployment area."
"A high school…?"
"Why!? Why would she send the anomaly into a civilian building!?"
"Is this a warning?"
"A demonstration?"
"A silent takeover?"
One agent whispered, voice shaking:
"If that is her will… the nation must comply."
Nana's "Final Instructions"
"Noah. Look at me."
He stiffened like a rookie soldier saluting his commander.
"If you skip school again, I'll drag you there myself.
Understood?"
"Yes, Nana!"
"And for heaven's sake—
STOP falling into drains!
I can't keep washing your clothes like this!"
Command Interpretation: Linguistic Apocalypse
"She said she'll DRAG him."
"That is an abduction-level move. No wonder she's feared."
"And… she's monitoring his movements closely.
A true handler."
Then—
The worst misunderstanding yet.
Nana walked over…
and hugged Noah.
"Good night, sweetheart."
Every muscle in her bear-like arms wrapped him up with terrifying gentleness.
Noah melted into the hug.
"Good night, Nana…"
Command Room's Screaming Panic
"WHAT DOES THAT CODEPHRASE MEAN!?"
"'Sweetheart'!? Is that a black-ops trigger word!?"
"Or a signal for emotional conditioning!?"
One analyst fainted.
The director slammed the alarm button.
"We must not interfere.
Codename Nana has complete control."
The entire nation silently agreed:
Tomorrow…
Noah Sato would walk into his school,
fully trained by a monster capable of wrestling bears with one arm.