It was the start of the third day of their trek. Villagers on foot or carriage where stretched far as the eye could see on the road. During that time many where abandoned as axles broke from the weight, or from exhaustion. All left to a fate that no one wanted to think about.
First Lieutenant Yoji Itami couldn't help but think he made a bad call. With the Flame Dragon raiding the land they had to evacuate Coda else it too would burn like the elf village. But he could have called in support from the base. His reason not too was sound at first. He didn't want to move up the lines and spread their forces out too thin, however it would have been temporary and fast. What would have been a days drive round trip turned into three days of slogging along a poorly maintain road.
Itami looked back into the HMV. It was filled with the elderly and children, while the Type 73 Truck in the center of the convoy held pregnant women and injured. They try saving as many as they can but the more they move on the more people that need help grew. Checking back at the maps with a sigh he continued to gauge where they where at. Kurata all the while continued to complain.
"I don't think I've driven like this since driving school." His feet where nowhere near the accelerator, letting the inertia of the auto gear do all the work. Hands still held firm on the wheel with how uneven the dirt path was. Slow as they may be a simple bump could still knock them off course easily.
"We could have been back on base right now. I heard that they where testing the wifi connections by now."
Itami looked back up to his Sergeant. "Radio actually. Wifi is bottom of their list right now."
Kurata groaned just as their radio cracked to life. A feminine voice spoke out from the speaker. "Third Recon this is Alnus Actual do you read over?"
Picking up the mic from it Itami responded. "This is Third Recon Alnus Actual, read you load and clear over."
"RT3 be advised we picked up unknown radio transmissions within the Special Region, over."
Kurata's brow raised as he worded 'unknown?' while Itami continued. "I'm sorry, unknown transmissions?"
"Correct," the operator on the other end answered. "Command is advising all recon teams to be on the look out for anything out of the ordinary, over."
There was a long pause before a cough was heard on the other end. "More so then there is, over."
Itami nodded while Kurata laughed. "I copy Alnus Actual. Third Recon out."
Sighing he placed the mic back. "Unknown transmissions huh? Think it's magic?"
Kurata waved it off. "If they had radios here we would have seen it by now."
"Right, right." Itami looked out into the distance with binoculars in hand. Out in the distance he spotted several ravens, or what would pass as ravens, circling above the road. He scratched his head at the odd site. "Huh, that's weird. You seeing the ravens up ahead?"
"Yeah I do." His driver answered. Squinting his eyes before they widen. "I think I see people up ahead."
Itami looked through the binoculars, and sure enough he could make out four silhouettes. The first one he saw caught his attention fast. Something he'd seen many times at conventions or at Harajuku. The black and red frilled dress was in a classic Goth style on the small figure. She herself looked like some seamless ball-jointed doll even with her squatting in the middle of the road leaning on an imposing melee weapon.
"A Goth Loli?" He questioned.
"Where!?" Kurata cried, but was ignored.
There where two other people squatting besides her. Each sporting shoulder length dirt brown hair. One was a teenager, the other looked like an older version of the younger. What was weird was that they wore oversize tattered clothing he'd seen worn by some of the men they fought. A large canvas bag stuffed to the brim next to each.
He was about to make a comment when something large obscured his view on the women. Dialing back to get a bigger picture it was a massive tall figure. It was black and blocky with a few smoothed areas. A few glowing lights on some parts of it, more so on it's left arm. A silver reflective visor stared back at him before it lifted up a large rifle pointed well at them.
"STOP THE CAR!"
Kurata immediately slammed on the breaks causing everyone to jerk forward a bit. The whole convoy stopped in their tracks thankfully without indecent. The murmured voices started to spread out among the refugees while a few of the JGSDF filed out of their vehicles to see what was up.
Kurata looked up from the wheel. "Why did we sto-" He then saw the massive armored figure walking their way. It looked like a robot out of some sci-fi game he played back in his youth. Just like the ones in his youth it sported a weapon pointed right at the HMV.
"Oh." he squeaked out.
"Stay calm Kurata," Itami said in a hushed tone. "Maybe I could talk to it."
"Are you nuts!?" His Sergeant barked.
"Maybe, but I don't want a confrontation with whatever that is." He pointed at the three women beyond it. "Besides why would that thing be with three civilians?"
Kurata gave a concerned look while shaking his right hand. "That's iffy."
Itami started to get out of the HMV. "Still as a commanding officer I atleast try some diplomacy."
"When where you ever good at that?" Kurata cried as the door slammed.
Not long had they reach the waypoints end at the middle of the road did Rory and company plopped down on the ground. The Sun above was getting to its apex, and Six's clock did read noon by standard earth time. Though he and the strange girl where not tired their charges where. Since they had reach the rally point it was a deserved break for them.
The two women gladly took the metal canteen he filled from a stream. His survival pack came with purifier pills that had already dissolved making it safe for the two of them. Rory squatted on the road humming to herself in a tune he didn't recognize. All the while he watched over them like he always did. A sense of duty to keeping the three safe. 'Well at least two.' he figured.
After about a twenty minute rest did he started to pick up the sounds of vehicles, and a legion of footsteps. Looking at the horizon he saw dirt kicking up from the path in a cloud of dust. Rory herself looked on with that smile of hers while the two women looked with a mix of fear and curiosity.
The first thing Six saw was a military like vehicle. Olive green with a tan top he'd seen on some transport Warthogs. Bringing the scope of his rifle for a better look Six made out two of the occupants. Each of them wore camo helmets, but ones he didn't recognize as UNSC issued, and one was looking back through binoculars. That was when the one started to yell and the slow moving vehicle stopped.
Six swept the scope a bit to get a better look at what was behind. Dozens, maybe hundreds, of people on foot where besides it. A lot of them wore the same dirty clothing he seen before. Stuff right out of earths history, some from the classical era to medieval. An anachronistic site to behold with modern soldiers at the helm.
One of the soldiers with the binoculars got out and started to make their way towards them. Rory stood up hefting her halberd, a few words where spoken as she beckoned the Spartan to follow. His gut feeling told him she knew something as the waypoint finally disappeared and an "objective complete". DMR held to his chest as he followed suit to whoever this person was.
They met half way between the mass convoy and the two women. Six now had a good look at this person. He was an average person in Six's eyes, nothing special to them. The only distinctive feature he made out was the dark stubble on his chin. Other then that average all around, and only coming up to his chin.
Their BDU was something out of a 21st century history book, combat webbing over a green flack vest. An old assault rifle slung on the front with wooden stock of all things. The sleeves where short and on the left was a patch. A white rectangle with a single red dot. The flag of Japan.
Rory gave her greeting and bowed to the man. In turn he started to speak in the same language with only the last four words being recognizable. "First Lieutenant Itami Yoji." He then looked up at the Spartan waiting for some response.
"English." Six quipped.
The Lieutenant was both surprised and taken aback at this. But he nodded and replied. "A little, yes."
Six relaxed a bit letting the rifle point down fully to the ground. He had a lot of questions for this man, but right now he only needed a few right at that moment. "Does UNSC mean anything to you?"
"United Nations Security Council?" Itami questioned.
There was a pause before Six answered back. "Space Command."
"There's no such thing." Itami looked up an down the Spartan. "Unless there is and it's not public?"
"Year?"
Itami now raised a brow before it clicked. "2020."
"United Nations Space Command wasn't formed till the 22nd century." Itamis eyes grew wide before Six continued. "And that was three centuries back for me."
Before Itami could say anything about it a voice cracked over his radio. A young woman's voice, loud and angry. Itami sighed before speaking into it in his own language. More shouts, and more tired responses. Six glanced down at Rory who in turn did the same thing glancing up. She gave a small shrug and smile before turning back to the crowed that was now gathering.
A few of the children came running to them shouting happily. More talking among them, a lot of it questioning on her end to them with happy replies. Itami interrupted it, and the children went back to their parents in waiting.
"Sorry but we got to keep moving." He apologized. "We still have a lot of refugees fleeing from the Flame Dragon."
Itami couldn't see it from the silver visor but Six cocked a brow. "Flame Dragon?"
With a grim nod he explained. "We saw it the other day burning down an Elvin village. There was only one survivor. Now we got to escort Coda residence out of the area."
Six looked back at the two he escorted till now off a ways. "Got room for two more?"
Rory spoke up again at this. Looking at both of them Itami said "Yeah, there should still be room in the truck. I'll have our medic look at them."
Two other soldiers escorted both women to one of the trucks. Itami got back into his vehicle, but before he closed the door the hand of Rory stopped it. Pouncing in there was commotion as it rocked before finally settling down. Six walked up and saw the strange girl happily sitting on the the Lieutenants lap, all the while he in turn was red and flustered.
She smiled and said something that Six still didn't know what. Turning to Itami he asked. "You understand their language right?"
"A little." he confirmed.
"Are you willing to translate for me?"
There was a long pause before his answer was given.
Interesting would be an understatement for what happened in the span of twenty minutes. In that time Noble Six had learned what this world was, atleast what little is known. The fact that there was such a thing as magic since with the refugees was a wizard and his apprentice. Elves where real with seeing the unconscious young girl in the back with brilliant gold hair and pointed ears. And least of all was his conversation with Rory.
"A Demigod?" Six questioned.
She laughed at this. "Are you not surprised?"
Itami translated between the Spartan walking besides the HMV and the Apostle on his lap. Even he was surprised that gods, let alone demigods, existed. But they are in a fantasy world as much as anyone of the JSDF personnel was willing to believe.
The Spartan thought for a long while over what she said. Shaking his head he replied "I'm starting to think I really am dead and that this is all a dream."
"Dead?" Itami asked in confusion.
"Dead or dying while Reach gets glassed all around me."
There was an awkward silence for a moment before Rory asked what he said. After a quick translation she laughed again. A hand quickly launched out the window and smacked the armored arm of the Spartan. Energy shields flared with a ten percent lost. Six reeled back with a magnum quickly pointed at her.
She only smiled at the fast response. "Did you feel that?"
He huffed as the handgun clamped back onto his hip. "Yes, I did."
"Then you are alive." Rory leaned back onto Itami much to his complaint. There was a bit more time till her words translated.
Now Six thought long and hard on it. Was he really alive then? Then how did he get here? He turned back to her and asked "Did your supposed God have anything to do with me being here?"
With a shrug she answered. "Not sure. The God of War and Madness Emroy did tell me to find you. After that to come here too." She then looked long and hard at him. "And you did the same. Mostly."
'The waypoints.' He thought. Something was in his systems giving him the objectives. 'Taking orders from a God now?' He almost laughed at the thought of it.
"I know Hardy," She spat at the word as she continued. "Has control of the Gate. She's the only Goddess of this world that has the wellspring to look at the different streams. Emroy on the other hand?" She shook her head. "He must have had something up that sleeve of his."
"So you don't know most the things your deity knows?" Itami asked.
Six looked at him waiting for a translation. After a bit he nodded agreeing with that line of questioning. Again Rory shrugged her shoulders. Not getting any more answers they continued on in silence for a bit longer.
It was then that Six had the back of his neck bristle, electricity running down his spine. That sixth sense that was honed for almost a little over a decade. He trusted this gut feeling as he quickly scanned the surroundings. Then a shadow fell on him forcing him to look up.
It was a mass of black with the sun against its back. Large wings soon formed as it slowed its descent to the earth. A mighty roar shook him and the rest of the people. Then a firestorm swept around them.
People, men, women, and children cried as the titan decedent upon them. A mass of red scales, teeth, and claws crushed a wagon with it's occupants. Twice as large as the UNSC's Elephant, and probably weighed as much.
Everyone started to scatter while the JGSDF peeled off with guns blazing. Browning M2 roared to life along with small arms fire. Six could see the sparks off the red hide, it was unbelievable to him at how tough its scales where.
He soon heard cries near him from an overturned wagon. Out from it a woman held their child in the open, the dragon turning to gaze down on them with malice. Six cursed himself for spacing out. Legs tensed before springing into an all out run. The ground beneath tearing up with each step.
His rifle slapped into place next to the Spartan Laser freeing up both hands. In a flash of dexterity and reflex did he snatch up both mother and son. Flames worse than white phosphorous engulfed moments where the two where. They both screamed from the sudden pick up, the speed that they where going, and the heat from the flames that almost touched.
Six braced both feet into the ground to stop himself. Grass and dirt again tore into a shallow gout in front of a stopped wagon. The two occupants, an old man with gray beard and white toga, the other a teenager with impossibly teal blue hair. Placing both panicking parent and child onto it, his silver visor depolarized so that they could look him in the eyes.
They all saw the concern in the bright emerald eyes. In a low soft tone he spoke. "Stay here." Turning to the older man in that same tone. "Watch them."
Six snapped towards the dragon as more screams came. The soldiers conventional weapons had little effect on the monster. Thinking fast he reached into an armored pocket and produced from it a Covenant plasma grenade. He needed to test if high energy could even damage the damn thing, and he was a good pitcher.
When Lelei first saw this metal golem that walked with the Apostle she at first was fascinated by what sort of magic could have created it. When the Flame Dragon came and attack it ran faster then any horse, or even faster then the horseless carriages The Men in Green used. But when it stopped in front of them with one person in each arm, she never expected it to be a man.
The silver face dissolved away to bright green eyes. Eyes that pleaded to them with a soft spoken voice. Leaving behind the two that he just saved to charge at the Ancient Dragon that terrorized them. Lelei for a moment thought that this must be an Apostle. No other being in Falmart besides those that where chosen by the Gods to ascend could run that fast.
Seeing the man charging without a weapon it looked like they where going to fight it with their bare hands. Stopping suddenly with his right winding back, the left out stretched in front with a thumbs up lining it and the dragon. Azure flames erupted in his right before it snapped forward with speed and strength.
The azure fireball sailed in the air far and fast. Those that saw followed the arc. Even the mighty Flame Dragon saw this. Whether from hubris or simply not knowing what the fireball would do it let it be hit by it. For the longest time it stuck to the crimson scale of its neck burning away. Then in a high pitched whining it glowed brightly before detonating into brilliant blue flames.
Lelei's eyes widen seeing the scales shatter and melt from the explosion. The Dragon itself cried in agony. Never had it felt pain like this since long ago. Soon another cry was heard as one of the fast metal carriages roared past.
The Elf that they found had her body hanging out. She pointed at the head of the dragon shouting "Aim for the eyes!"
Another carriage flew past, this time with one of The Men in Green hefting a large metal rod. He too yelled something just as a gout of flame burst from one end of the rod. A white streak sailed in the air to the dragon. Another explosion erupted from its body. Its left arm was severed landing with a loud thud into the earth.
"Why the fuck didn't they use that in the first god damn place!" Six swore as he fired off a few shots at the dragons eye.
He had to get the attention back onto him before it had the idea to BBQ anyone else. Rounds sparked around its good eye causing it to cry out again. Massive head swung at him, bright yellow burning into his own green. He slid to a knee tossing away the DMR and reaching to his back.
The front of the Spartan Laser popped open with its targeting screen flashing [10%]. He only had one shot left to take the Dragon out. Chemicals in his system spiked causing everything to slow down. "Spartan Time." As Kurt's words rang in his ears. "It can mean the difference between life and death in that moment. Use it for when it counts."
"For when it counts." Six repeated as the trigger was depressed.
In those moments seconds became minutes. Details became crisper to him. He could see the flames bursting out from its mouth towards him. The laser painting the center of its face. It grew brighter and brighter as the flames snaked to him. Six could feel the heat around him as he was engulfed by it. The apex of the weapon hit, but in that moment he flinched.
The world stopped all around her when the crimson lance shot out of the inferno. Lelei saw half its face melt away to chard bone in its wake. Its howl clenched at her chest as the head swung each way from the pain.
Everyone was shocked at the sight, including her. Even The Men in Green looked on without so much as a flinch. The Ancient Dragon, now fearing for its life for the first time, swept its wings and with force launched into the blue sky above. That same force blew out most the flame in front where The Man of Metal was.
She watched as he rose from the flames like the Phoenix of Flare from legend. Gold sparks showered around from his body before it washed over him. The green box it carried on his shoulders fell into the glass dirt with a crunch. For a time he looked on to his fleeing adversary.
Slowly he reached for his head, fiddling around underneath the brim before the helmet slid off. Right arm falling to the side clutching at the brim. Left arm then yanking away at the black cloth that covered.
His face was pale white, almost like winter snow. Scars of bright pink lines crossed all along the skin. An ear half there, pock marked skin from past burns there. Raven black hair spilled all over from the top of his head, the rest shaven off on the sides, or never grew back.
Eyes shut and head held high into the sky as if to savor the moment. Lelei herself drank up the image of a man of black iron. One that will never go away from her mind as long as she lived.
Two hours after the battle everyone did what they could. Itami coordinated his men to help as many of the survivors. The Medic Mari Kurokawa and the wizard Cato El Altestan did all they could for the burn victims, sadly most had succumb to the wounds. In all out of the 600 or so refugees only 400 remained. The rest either killed by the flame dragon or left behind.
Itami sat on the edge of the back of the HMV. Helmet on lap while both hands where placed on his face. "Why did this have to happen?" he said to no one in particular.
All of the survivors where now in prayer as the last of the dead was buried. The Spartan himself didn't partake in it, instead he walked to the back of the HMV. Itami looked up at the massive soldier as he stopped in front. Helmet was still off as he could see just how tired Six was. Emerald eyes highlighted by the dark bruised bags that surround it.
With a tired sigh he tossed his helmet into the back, then the massive shoulder laser. "Out of juice." He muttered.
"That thing only had one shot?" Itami asked.
Six shook his head. "Was only at ten percent charge. There's no way of charging it without a fusion reactor."
"You have fusion reactors?" Itami was no curious.
"A lot can be developed between the 21st and 26th century... A lot can happen." Six turned off into the distance. Eyes had glazed over into a thousand yard stare.
"You alright?" Six snapped out of it to turn back to the Japaneses Soldier. He sighed as he continued. "Guessing something bad happened."
"A lot." He turned away as Itami stared more into him.
There was an uneasy feeling building up inside Itami. 'Do I really want to know?' he question himself. He only shook his head as he jumped of the back of the HMV.
It was close to sunset when the JSDF departed from the refugee convoy. The village elder had told them that "As cruel as it is we have no need for them". Them being the orphans and wounded that have nowhere to go. Itami had been dumbstruck by this, but Rory told them all that was the way things where in this world.
Now Itami and the rest where saddled with thirty refugees, mostly children and even one baby. This number didn't include the elf Tuka, the two mages, Rory the Apostle, the mother and daughter that was with her, and finally the Spartan. His head was already swimming from what he was going to say to Hazama.
News had spread of The Flame Dragons fight with the Otherworlders. In the weeks that followed the survivors of Coda spread out in the territories earning coin and keep with their tale. How the heroics of a Knight in Black Iron with his Lance of Fire burned the beasts hide.
"I still don't believe this drivel."
Princess Pina Co Lada looked up from her wine. Her Chamberlain and fellow knight Norma Co Igloo was poking at his food. The man frowned as his head cocked towards the group in the next table talking jovially with one of the waitresses. "No knight has ever fought the dragon and live. Let alone actually harmed it."
Hamilton Uno Ror shook her head. "Each village we visited had people saying the same thing. It's all been so consistent."
Grey Co Aldo placed his tankard down from a long gulp. "And there is always some truth to rumors."
"And it's all true." A woman's voice called.
Pina and her retinue jumped as the Waitress laughed. The Princess quickly composed herself before speaking in her authoritative tone. "And what makes you so sure of it?" she asked.
The Waitresses soften as she smiled thoughtfully. "Because he himself saved me and my son from the flames."
The old knight leaned in weaving his fingers together under his chin in thought. "So you have seen this Knight of Black Iron?"
She nodded as she recalled the experience. "We saw him with Rory the Reaper and two others. A girl named Valeria and her mother Cassiopeia had been saved by them the night before by bandits. I talked with them for a bit, saying how the bandits died by the flash and thunder of his magic."
Everyone in the tavern quieted down as they listen to her tale. All the while Pina thought back to what the King of Elbe had said to her. How the Otherworlders used thunder and flame to kill the Allied Armies. 'Could he also be one?' she wondered.
"At first we all thought he was a golem what with being taller then any man I've known. Covered in strange black metal where a few places glowed a blue light. And that face." She moved her finger to draw a wide triangle. "Was bright silver too. I thought it was actual silver!"
"A silver face plate?" Norma raised a brow at Pina. He then winced as all around him people hushed at him.
"When the Flame Dragon descended on us me and my boy where thrown from our wagon. I was hurt and so was he. Poor guy was clinging on to me for dear life. When the Dragon looked at us I truly thought it was the end for both of us." Her smile then went bright. "Then he came for us. Faster then even a Bunny Warrior, or even a horse! Scooped us up in both arms before the flames would ever touch us!"
"Maybe they are an Apostle?" Hamilton whispered to her. Pina's mind raced at that. 'Could the other world have Apostles too?'
"I could feel the wind passing by before the ground shook when he stopped." The waitress continued. "He then placed us into the Wizard Cato's wagon. The silver of his face dissolved and I saw bright Emerald eyes looking at my own." She then paused for a bit. "... They looked so tired. Even the black cloth that wrapped around their face couldn't hide it."
She then looked at all the others that gathered. "He then said something to me, that voice was so soft. Then said something else to Cato before charging at the Dragon."
"He charged at the dragon?" Now Pina asked. "Without a weapon?"
The Waitress shook her head. "Thought the same thing too before he cast a fireball at it."
"HE'S A WIZARD!?" All four yelled at that.
"He must be." She shrugged. "I've never seen a fireball spell cast before, and the flames where blue then the orange red of fire. It went far and fast at the Dragon. Burned its scales before it exploded. You could see its muscles from where it burned after."
"After that the Men in Green came charging in as well on their horseless carriages." Pina heard about them already from King Duran, as fantastical as it sounded. "One of them a man popped up from the top shouldering a massive metal rod. The Divine Rod of Steel some of us called it. He shouted his incantation and with a loud bang the whole of the Dragons left arm was blown off!"
Pina looked agape at Grey who in turn had an expression of worry. The Kings warning and mad raving where true if they believed in this tavern Waitresses tale. It was hard enough for her to try and picture what was being said. Let alone on a massive scale as a battle between two armies.
"The Flame Dragon gave a mighty roar that stilled the panicking people around. It did not however stop the Knight as he used his magic staff letting it look upon him. On his knee he lifted up his own metal green box that opened up. Fire belched from the beasts maw swallowing up the Knight!"
"So he's dead?" Norma asked condescendingly. There was a loud crack as a tankard of ale smacked into his face. Shouting erupted in the crowed for him to "Shut the fuck up".
After everything settled down The Waitress continued. "No, he is very much still alive oh sir "knight"." She huffed. "As the blazing inferno engulfed him a lance of crimson light rang out and struck the Flame Dragon in the face. It burned the scales clean off leaving the blacken remains of its skull! And yet it still lived only to fee from the Knight!" Hushed murmurers of wonder swept the crowd before dying down.
"There out in the flames he rose up and stood defiant. A golden glow enveloped them before his weapon dropped. Placing his helm off and cloth wrap did we all see his face." Her smile then turned to pressed lips. Then in a soft tone she continued. "His skin was pale, as if death was taking him. So many scars, missing most of a right ear. Hair as black as crows feathers, but it only grew long on the top. I don't think it grows anywhere else."
There was a long silence as people contemplated this. Grey broke that as he spoke. "A veteran warrior?"
"I did talk to him. At least through the Men in Green. The Knight doesn't know our language but somehow these Otherworlders know what he spoke. I asked if he was a knight. He shook his head before saying that he was a "Spartan"." She looked longingly to some far off place. "I then asked for a name. "Noble Six" he said. If it wasn't for him or the others I, and a lot of the village, wouldn't be alive."
There was something in the back of Pina's mind that screamed familiarity at "Spartan". Like the name of the warrior itself from a long forgotten tome. She got up from her seat reaching into her coin bag. Taking the hand of the Waitress she placed 5 gold pieces. Her eyes where wide as she looked into the Princess own.
"Thank you for the information." She then turned to the rest. "We're leaving."
"So soon?" Hamilton questioned.
"I want to be at Alnus Hill by three days time. We will stop at Italica on the way." She strode out of the tavern leaving Grey, Norma and Hamilton.
"Great." Norma muttered. "Didn't even get to finish my ale."
Grey slammed down the rest before getting up. "Got to learn to down it in one go." The bald man laughed.
Note from the author: Going to be honest, didn't think anyone would like this. This started out as a "what if" like many of the other fics I'm writing. Two about Halo, two about GATE, one actually using an obscure mecha anime that I have not seen fanfics for it. (Seriously check out OBSOLETE, free on youtube)
Also guess I'm showing my disdain for some things from the manga/LN. I never liked Itami's reason for not calling in backup to help the escaping Coda Villagers. Instead he lead a slow march that left a lot of people behind. This will be a big plot point in GATE: Obsolete Warfare between Itami and Erin. Though even Erin will fuck up by calling it in late. You'll see.
Anyways yeah the legend is born among the people of Falmart. How Six would fare with the JSDF now we will see.
Afterthought: Tempted to throw in a "Combat Evolved" line somewhere in the future.