Fuck… I'm really starting to get tired of this whole war business. Plan after plan, carrying them out, and then endlessly assessing the results. Over and over again. I'm exhausted.
I've been trying to adapt to this military life, and one could say I've done fairly well. But even if I'm just imitating the way the original Leonardo used to act in his memories, I've grown sick of it. For weeks now, I've been away from home, rotting on these damned roads.
In my past life, I would often wonder how our ancestors came up with brilliant games like chess. Now I understand. Boredom can drive a person to do anything. And yes, I had invented my own game.
The worst part was, only I knew the rules of this game, so only I could play it. I felt like one of those protagonists in old black-and-white French art films.
"My Lord! A letter from Baron Douglas."
