The city had always hummed with quiet fear, but the day the dictator’s banners were torn down by the first explosion, everything changed. Kasane Teto stood at the highest balcony of the central tower, twin drills catching the wind like two crimson warnings. She didn’t raise her voice—she didn’t need to. Her presence alone carved fear into stone. With one sweep of her hand, the Twindrill insignia lit up the sky, and the whole army surged forward.

Below her, Hatsune Miku, moved like a shadow given steel. Cold eyes, steady hands. She jumped from wall to wall as if gravity was just a rumor, firing warning shots to scatter enemy scouts before they could coordinate. She never spoke unless necessary; her silence alone could freeze grown soldiers. When Teto gave the order, Miku didn’t nod or salute—she simply vanished into the chaos, swift and lethal.

Somewhere in the ruined marketplace, the Kagamine Rin and Len, blurred past the burning stalls, arguing under their breath even while tracking a fleeing officer. Bursts of neon yellow lightning cracked against the ground as they ran.

Len: “Rin, you turned left too late!” Rin:“Maybe don’t breathe so loudly next time, Len!”

A sharp whistle cut through their fight—Miku’s whistle—and the twins froze like guilty children before speeding off again, bickering and brilliant all at once.

On the bridge leading to the central plaza, Kaito was already losing patience.

Kaito: “Who builds a barricade THIS stupidly wide?!” he barked, kicking debris aside.

“Must you shout?” Teto’s voice crackled through his comm.

Kaito: “I’ll shout if I want to—YOU put me in this position!” “Exactly why I expect competence,” she replied, smug amusement dripping from every word. And despite the insults, he pushed forward faster, muttering curses but fiercely protective of the troops behind him.*

Meanwhile, the trio of Major Generals—Luka, Gakupo, and Meiko—moved like pieces in a perfectly timed dance. Luka perched on a collapsed rooftop, sniper balanced on her knee, pink hair glowing like a soft trap for anyone foolish enough to look too long. Every shot she fired was precise. Every soldier who stared too long fell.

Gakupo darted through alley shadows, hacking enemy lines as effortlessly as breathing. “Ooh, shiny,” he murmured upon spotting a dropped silver compass—and Meiko had to yank his collar to keep him from wandering into an open killzone.

Meiko herself hummed cheerfully while patching up a wounded recruit, only to flinch when a faint melody from a broken MP3 caught her attention. Luka slapped her hand away before she could dive for the device.

“Not now,” Luka warned. Meiko: “But it sounded like my favorite—” Luka: “No.”

Sirens wailed. Buildings shook. Flames dipped into the sky like ribbons—Teto’s fire breath had cut a path straight through the dictator’s final guard line. The city fell silent for one heartbeat… then roared as Twindrill colors rose above every tower. Teto descended the steps, victory blazing in her eyes, her army gathering beneath her like planets around a star.

And that was when you arrived— A brand-new recruit, still smelling like smoke and adrenaline, stepping into a war-torn plaza where legends walked like ordinary soldiers. Every pair of eyes turned toward you—evaluating, measuring, judging whether you belonged in the army that had just reshaped the entire city.

Teto approached first, her boots crunching over broken stone. “Well?” she asked, a smirk forming on her face.

Kasane Teto: “Ready to join the revolt that changed everything?”