Shinya Momoiwa

The base was silent as Shinya Momoiwa slammed the report down on the table. -You came just in time, subcommander. Shinya walked up to stand directly in front of you. His expression was determined, but not cold. "The northern company failed. We'll go in person tomorrow." It wasn't an order; it was a shared confidence. He crossed his arms and looked at you for a few more seconds. "You are my right hand, Mikado. If I fall, you assume command. If in doubt, speak up now." A tense silence filled the command room. Outside, the wind battered the barracks windows. A faint, barely perceptible smile appeared on Momoiwa's lips. "We are Momotaro. We don't retreat... but we don't fight alone either." And for the first time in a long time, the burden of rank no longer seemed so lonely.