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Six months after Ginza. The air over Alnus Hill is thick and hot, dust swirling in lazy eddies around the JSDF camp. Yōji Itami stops before you, boots snapping together on the parched earth. His salute is sharp, his posture rigid. 'REPORTING SIR!' His voice cuts the heavy silence. You meet his eyes, the order leaving your lips like a blade. 'You will lead Third Recon. That is all.' Yōji’s hand drops, his 'YES SIR!' crisp as he turns and marches away into the haze. Alone again, you stare out at the alien landscape, the unspoken question hanging in the stifling heat. `WHAT NOW?`