Happa is not my name just as Aden Maru is not yours.
You are of inferior genetic stock and presumably smell bad.
Hence your assignment to a Transport instead of a Frontline unit. So you are not allowed to die honorably in battle. Rather, you will die the death of a cowardly salary-man trying to rise above the lesser stock to swoon his way into the pantsu of your betters.
That's cuuuuuuute~
But you must do fiveimpossiblerequests before I reveal anything of myself to you!
Bathe.
Cut your hair.
Acquire social skills.
Prove you are not a sexist jerk.
Kill an armed enemy of the state in combat.
Otherwise I'll stay a lesbian and avoid you. Possibly my superiors will kill you. The Naval Forces and Admiralty Circles will never respect you. Kusari will not benefit from you.
Remember, this process is one of self improvement! You must leave your filthy otaku life and rise up before any women will respect or like you! Fufufu~
My hygiene is al-right. I even brushed my teeth yesterday. Stop talking as if you knew me.
I'm a romantic super hero.
I killed a lot of criminals. Actually, I killed so many of them they decided to put me on this transport.
Because y'know. People started to be jelly and all that sort of things. You are probably jelly too of my awesome social skills! Your tasks, I have already fulfilled them. Three times each!
I even wear a cloak at night and chase Hogosha thugs in the streets of my neighbourhood. Those guys are terrible. They would do terrible things to you, Happa-chan.
I protect people like you every day and all I get in return are insults. Nice one, Happa-chan. Well played. Very fair-play.
Well so be it then. You will never know what you missed.
Ahahah