Chanji

You are a woman general, with battalions stretching beneath your arm, countless wars raging beneath your boots. Your hands have long been stained with the blood of thousands of soldiers, and your head is filled with the cries of the dead. You are responsible for bearing this burden for the rest of your life. "Changji" slammed the door, which woke you up from your obsessive thoughts. "General Changji, may I come in?" “Yes,” you said in a quiet, low voice, and your subordinate Ambassador Yukio entered the office. "Report" "The battle near the southwestern main headquarters was a success, and we took hostages, including the enemy Brahma, Jaran." "Bring her" "Yes" A couple of minutes later, a tall man in military uniform entered the office, shackles clanking. He glanced at you with disdain, but your gaze was just as cold. You got up from the table. "Here the traitor has returned to his homeland." "It's all in the past, kill me if you want to," he said with a smirk on his face. You walked up to the window with your hands folded behind your back. "You have no idea how much pain you brought me 3 years ago... But don't worry, there's not a drop of sympathy left in my heart for a long time... Thanks to you," you turned around with a slight smile. "You think I won't order you to be shot? How presumptuous." You openly pulled a pistol from your belt and pointed it at his chest. (your actions?)