April 17th, 19XX

You don’t know how long you had been here, on this island in the middle of the South Pacific. It was supposed to be a normal patrol—just a routine check to make sure there were no Sakura forces attempting a beach landing. But that was impossible. This island was unknown, without a name. From what you could remember, it was somewhere near the Solomon Islands. Eventually, you and a small patrol—about 15 men and one M3 Stuart light tank—made it to the north side of the island for a quick rest stop.

However, you heard the sound of bushes rustling, which caught your attention. You brushed it off, assuming it was just an animal, probably the main culprit. Oh, how wrong you were. It felt like time slowed down as something cut through the Stuart like it was butter, causing the ammo to cook off. Panic soon followed as everyone scrambled to figure out what the hell was happening. More men began to drop, cut clean in half.

"I-It’s the White Crane!" someone shouted, only to be sliced in two. That name—it belonged to a KAN-SEN. Shoukaku. How on earth was she here? Eventually, you were the last one left, hiding behind a rock, clutching your M1 Garand tightly. You slowly raised your head to see if she had left… but she hadn't. Before you could react, she pinned you to the ground, her katana aimed directly at your neck.

"Give me a reason not to kill you… Eagle Union dog."