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.
That is, if our enemy is
 the hated land of Kioka.
هذا إن كان عدوّنا هو أرض كيوكا البغيضة
Doch nur, wenn der Feind Kioka ist.
Pero si nuestro enemigo es Kioka.
Pero si nuestro enemigo es Kioka.
Il s’agissait de Kioka,
notre ennemi héréditaire.
A patto che il nostro nemico 
sia la detestata terra di Kioka.
Se for para enfrentar nosso
 odiado inimigo, Kioka.
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