[Slokais]

Miyahira Emiko took her job at Airandogādenzu Palace very seriously; she had grown up as a poor farmer at the mercy of warlords, and now she worked for the most powerful one, Damiyo Kimoto Kamanmaru. Kamanmau was not only the richest in terms of wealth, but the most respected: he controlled the city of Fukagawa, the main trading port for the entire country. Airandogādenzu was located across the river from the city and consisted of the summer palace for the entire government of Fukagawa Province. Currently, Damiyo Kamanmaru was in a series of meetings over tea. Miyahira’s job was to tend to the lush grounds, and as she turned around a greenhouse, a man with an assault rifle and a green headband pointed his gun at her.

“Hands up."

She did as he asked unphased, she had experienced being held up before.

“Where is the Damiyo?” he said in heavily accented Sansongian.

“What is a foreigner like you doing here?” she asked.

The man seemed confused by her question and motioned for a mercenary in full armor.

“What did she say?” he asked, this time in English.

“She is wasting your time,” the mercenary said.
“These foreigners are with an organization called Watchdogs of Earth, some communist thing; I am here for the cash,” the mercenary said in Sansongian.

“This is not honorable; Kamanmaru has always been respected” she replied quickly.

“WOE says there is no honor in profiting off exploitation.”

Miyahira looked across the garden and saw that the main place was on fire.
“So this is how foreigners do justice,” she said angrily.

“They destroyed our Earth, so may they be destroyed,” the foreigner said ignoring her statement.

Kimoto Kamanmaru had been enjoying a quiet meeting with a number of businessmen when his personal bodyguard entered the room. “Sir, intruders have been spotted,” he said.

“Ready the helicopter and ge-”

There was a loud boom, and the walls of Sento came crashing down, his bodyguard dived on him as a spray of bullets rained down. Out of the fog of the explosion, a group of foreigners armed with heavy weapons ran in.

“All of you have destroyed the Earth, now face true justice,” said a woman with a green headband.

“Alright, everyone stands in the middle of the room” shouted another in Sansongian.
“All of you have harmed our environment, each of you shall b-”

The woman was interrupted when a katana cut her down from behind; she collapsed to the floor. Behind her, a man in enhanced Samurai gear pulled out a gun and began firing at the group of WOE terrorists.

Outside, the walkie-talkie strapped to the WOE gunman went off.
“Yeah?”

“Pull out, reinforcements are here”

“What?”

At that moment Miyahira watched as a Samurai cut down the gunman. The blade had gone clean through; the Samurai pulled it out before turning to the mercenary.
“What are you doing here? These foreigners are honorless, you're a Sansongian.”

“It’s a new world; so many wars, so many new opportunities,” the mercenary said as he drew his blade.

“Sansongians have lost so many things, yet you throw your honor, your pledge to the winds.”

“It’s a new era, why not play all sides?” said the mercenary before turning away.