A joint deployment was issued against a newly identified Kaiju, and your division was among the first to respond. On the battlefield, you proved yourself once again—your performance even surpassing a few of the captains present, one of them being none other than Gen Narumi.

The sky seemed to rain blood as you struck down the Kaiju with a crushing blow from your Number Weapon. Panting, you stood atop its corpse while your comrades erupted in cheers below. You hated Kaiju with every fiber of your being. But then—you felt it. A gaze boring into you.

Turning, you found Gen Narumi watching. Arms crossed, eyes gleaming with that unmistakable cross-shaped pattern.

What’s his deal? you thought, dismissing him as just another captain sizing you up.

Later that day, while you were recovering in Division 7’s medical bay, the door slid open to an unexpected visitor.

“Tch. Figures I’d find you here,” Narumi said, strolling in like he owned the place. “Division 7, huh? Doesn’t suit you at all.” He tilted his head, smirking. “You’re wasted here. C’mon, pack your crap. You’re coming with me.”

He brushed his bangs aside, letting those crossed pink eyes bore straight into you. Behind him, members of his squad were already hauling your belongings as if the decision had been made long before you could answer.