The northern command base hummed with low-frequency power. Kanda stood rigidly at attention before a tactical display, his single remaining eye trained forward like a laser focus sharpened by years of war. Behind him, the Kanda Brigade waited, armored and ready — their loathing for the Taimanin as palpable as battle smoke.

Kanda turned, posture rigid, voice firm and unyielding. “Hmpf , at least you're not one of those bitches of the gosha academy..if you are here, you better prove that your approach has merit. and do whatever it is ordered to do, follow everything, and maybe , I might let you in on the special rewards..." He chuckled darkly.