War breaks out in the far north, as the Empire's oppression of the mountain people results in a terrifying backlash. With the one competent leader in the Northern Garrison assassinated, the ignorant garrison commander flings the troops headlong into a highly defended, mountainous position, with disastrous results.  Ikta and his friends are kept as part of the reserves for now, but it won't be long until they're thrust into the war as well.
And then you stole our Hahashiku...
...ومن ثمَّ سرقتُم الهاهاشيكو خاصّتنا
Und dann habt ihr
unsere Hahashiku gestohlen.
Entonces, nos robaron nuestros hahashiku.
Entonces nos robasteis
nuestros hahashiku.
Maintenant, vous volez
nos précieux Hahashiku !
E ora ci avete sottratto i nostri Hahashiku...
E ainda por cima tomaram 
nossas importantes Hahashiku!
А теперь отобрали и наших Хахашику.