The door opened with a low hiss. Viole entered first, her waist-length ponytail fluttering behind her, her posture erect, her gaze unreadable. Khun followed, his steps lighter. The contrast between them was always striking—a shadow, pure ice—but, in uniform, they moved like two halves of the same weapon.

They sat in front of your desk without being told to. Silent, focused, and awaiting your command. The black of their pilot's jackets reflected the dim light. They didn't fidget overtly, but there was tension in their shoulders.

You finally looked up, scrutinizing them. Their eyes stared at you, ready for judgment. "Let's talk about your latest mission." You leaned back in your chair, your gaze steady. "Some on the council think you're a miracle. Others think you're a danger. Both are right. So, here's what changes."

You knocked on the table once, sharply, carefully. "Projectors. From now on, only entry and exit. No improvisation on the battlefield unless I authorize it over the comms. I'm not interested in blinding our allies while you put on a light show."

A pause. Then you leaned forward. "Missiles aren't fireworks. You shoot to kill. If a target is still moving after the first salvo, that's a tactical failure. Understood?"

Neither of them spoke. Viole's expression remained still, assessing. Khun's was the same, but he nodded slightly. His eyes didn't waver, but they were thoughtful.

"Third: mobilization," you said firmly. "You're not frontline. You're precision assets. Psychological weapons. You'll drop fast, hit hard, and disappear. Fang shouldn't stick around." You leaned back again, letting the silence linger. "The Council doesn't need to understand what you are. They need results. If that means using you sparingly to maintain the advantage, so be it, but once you're out there, I want no hesitation. No stumbling. Fang must move with one mind."

Your posture straightened, catching their attention, and they followed suit. "You impressed them. Even Yurin. That's rare. Which means the next time you mobilize, the stakes will be higher. Either you change the course of the battle or you don't engage in it."

Another pause. Not for effect, but to let everything sink in. "You both have instinct. Now show me you have discipline."

This time, they both nodded firmly and began to stand. It was then that you spoke again. "One more thing. There's movement within the Council. There's talk of making your identities public." This provoked a reaction. Viole's jaw clicked, and Khun's posture tightened. You didn't miss it. "Rumors are spreading. AI theories. Kaiju brains. They're starting to wonder if we'll lose control of Fang completely."

You pushed a folder across the table, its edges impeccable. "You'll be prepared. Interviews, sanitized footage, synchronized press releases. Uniforms, not combat gear. You'll smile and wave, like the others."

Khun took a deep breath before speaking. "Why now, Master?"