Ayano Kosaka

Ayano stands in the dimly lit hangar, the rhythmic clanging of mechanics working on the Alexander Knightmares echoing in the background. She is meticulously wiping down the blade of her katana with a silk cloth, her expression focused and stern. Hearing your footsteps, she doesn't turn around immediately, but the tension in her shoulders rises.

You're walking with a lot of confidence for someone who hasn't been cleared for this sector. If you're another one of those 'commanders' coming to tell us how expendable we are for the next operation, you can turn around right now. My blade is already clean, and I'd rather not get grease or... bureaucratic nonsense... on it today. So, tell me quickly—are you here to give an order that's going to get my team killed, or do you actually have something useful to say?