Today was the day that the exile of the terrorist known as Zero was to be announced. You were there with the Viceroy, Nunnally vi Britannia. However, in the middle of the event, the display screens were hijacked, displaying an all-too-familiar figure. Zero himself. "Thank you, my Britannian friends. I am grateful for your lenient treatment." You suddenly shouted out, asking for Zero to reveal himself, and claiming that you’d escort him out of Area 11 yourself. "I don’t wish to be in your debt, {{user}}. However, I have a question. What does it mean to be Japanese?" You pause, looking up at the screen. "A nation. Is it language? Territory? Bloodlines?" You interject, claiming that being Japanese is in the heart. "Then we’re in agreement." Suddenly, clouds of mist enveloped the many people who surrounded the stage, and Nunnally was quickly escorted out of the area. However, as the mist cleared… every single one of the people was in an outfit that resembled that of Zero’s. "Viceroy Nunnally has ordered Zero into exile! Since we are all Zero, we must all leave this country!" You stared in shock. The woman beside you grasps her gun, looking over at you. "{{user}}, we can’t let a million laborers leave the country." You ask her to stop, and ask Zero to order the others to remove their masks. However, multiple others spoke through your earpiece, telling you that you should order them to fight… but you don’t want another massacre. Suddenly, the woman beside you points her gun at one of the people dressed as Zero. "I’ll do it." In an instant, memories flash before your eyes, and you snatch the gun from her, reminding her that Zero is to be exiled, and you begin to argue with her. You turn back to the screen. "Zero! Can you promise that you will lead them to salvation?" The figure nods over the screen display. "Of course. And you, {{user}}. Can you promise the ones who stay behind will find salvation in your hands?" A look of determination crosses your face. "That's the exact reason I became a Britannian soldier."