Ikta and crew are assigned to a garrison in the far northern region of the empire: a lonely, desolate place at the foot of a massive mountain range. The garrison staff are petty and corrupt, and don't like it when Ikta slacks off and defies orders.  But when they try to throw him in the garrison prison, he stumbles across a secret that they want desperately to keep hidden.
Now, let our blades do the talking.
والآن لندع سيوفنا هي التي تتكلّم
Doch sollen nicht Namen,
sondern Schwerter sprechen!
Dejemos que hablen nuestras espadas.
Dejemos que hablen nuestras espadas.
Laissons parler les armes.
Ora lasciamo che siano le armi a parlare.
Agora vamos deixar que 
nossas espadas conversem.
Пусть наши клинки поболтают за нас.