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.
Ah, but I'm not very good with blades...
...لكنّني لستُ بارعاً في استخدام السّيف
Ach, ich bin kein besonders
guter Schwertkämpfer.
Es que no soy muy bueno con la espada…
Es que no soy muy diestro con la espada…
Désolé, je ne suis pas
très habile à l’épée.
Ah, il fatto è che 
non me la cavo bene con le spade...
Ah, mas eu não sou 
bom com espadas...
Но я на мечах сражаться не умею...