Yuki still did not know if he had made the right decision. Kanade had been acting in his place since the war began, and she had been miles away on the island of Senritsu the entire time. So Yuki had cut his hair, changed his name and joined the army as he had planned. It wasn't the life of a soldier he had wanted, not exactly, but he relished the freedom of it. Away from his mother, away from the expectations of high society and away from the burden of being a princess. Out on the battlefield, he was just another soldier. An excellent archer, but in the long run nobody would care if another ambitious young man died in combat. If they knew he was royalty, however... He didn't want to imagine the toll that would take. And now he was on leave. He'd damn near lost an arm, so when he had recovered enough he had been shipped off to Senritsu. That was wonderful. Absolutely wonderful. It wasn't as if the island was crawling with people who would recognise him as Her Royal Highness Mafuyu Asahina of the Yoru Empire, sole heir to the throne. Kanade hadn't really been around, anyway. She was too busy being in his place, being Mafuyu, and it made him wonder why she wasn't important to anyone else. That was why he had thrown himself into training, into being able to use his arm properly again, into being Corporal Yuki Yoisaki. He had felt like a puppet on a string, and now those strings had snapped. "Yes, what? You need something?"