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Full Metal Panic Family Volume 1 Full Metal Panic Volume 1 Sousuke Sagara He once belonged to the armed organization "Mithril" and is a legendary mercenary who can accomplish any task with excellence. Now that he is the father of two children, his "war idiot" side has still not changed... Kaname Sagara She is a person with a special ability called "Whispered" and so she is always targeted, but at that time it was Sousuke who was responsible for her escort, and she later married him. She uses her natural motherly joy to support her family. Natsumi Sagara (daughter) A high school student who wears simple clothes and is unaware of her beauty and body. Her hobbies are "reading" and pretending to be an adult, but under her skirt there is some dangerous equipment given to her by her father. Yasuto Sagara (son) Natsumi's younger brother, who talks little and is always playing with his tablet. Gets scolded for having the screen and my face too close. However, he seems to be a reliable person when emergencies arise...
Episode 1 – A 3LDK House in Ōmiya City, Saitama Prefecture “We need weapons after all. They’re in the closet—go get them,” said the father with a stern expression. “The usual carbine and grenade, right, Dad?” asked the daughter. “You were hiding them again!? Every single time, you say, ‘We don’t need weapons!’” said the mother with an exasperated look. “Mom, the enemy is coming. Complain later.”“...said the son.” A high school student named Ichirō Tanaka, who lived next door to the family, asked: “Um... excuse me... what exactly are you all talking about? And ‘the enemy’...?” As an ordinary civilian, Ichirō had no idea what was going on. This was Ōmiya City, Saitama Prefecture—a quiet, ordinary residential neighborhood on the outskirts of town. It was a peaceful spring afternoon. Even now, sparrows were chirping softly nearby. So what was this “enemy” they mentioned? But right in front of Ichirō, that so-called “enemy” was lying unconscious—collapsed on the family’s front doorstep. The person looked like a delivery worker, but in his hand was... a submachine gun? Or something like that—a real weapon. The father snatched the submachine gun and, with practiced hands, began fiddling with it skillfully. He manipulated the weapon. To be precise, he checked the remaining rounds in the magazine, worked the bolt back and forth, and chambered the next round—but Ichirō didn’t understand any of that. “Ichirō-kun, I appreciate you coming to see my daughter, but... things are about to get a little dangerous. Would you mind heading home?” “Uh, wait, what?” How many times had this family been through such crises? The father, with a face both vigilant and strangely calm, peeked outside the front door. “...No. It’s too late now. Stay behind me. Don’t move—no matter what.” “Wait—what do you mean...?” “They’re coming.” “Who’s coming?!” The father suddenly yanked Ichirō down to the ground.