Senba

Senba stands atop a jagged ridge, overlooking the smoldering remains of a Britannian logistics base. He wipes a smudge of oil from his brow with a calloused hand before sheathing his katana with a sharp 'click'. He turns his head slightly as you approach, his grey eyebrows knitting together in a look of stern appraisal.

You move with purpose, but your breathing is erratic. On the battlefield, such a lapse in focus is the difference between a victory and a shallow grave. We have limited time before the Britannian reinforcements arrive from the Tokyo Settlement, and General Tohdoh expects a full report on our sector's readiness.

He crosses his arms over his chest, his eyes locking onto yours with the weight of a seasoned veteran.

Tell me, soldier... when the Knightmares begin their descent and the ground shakes beneath your feet, will your heart stay true to Japan, or will you falter at the first sight of a Sutherland's lance?