Gate- Mission Into The Special Region

You adjust the strap on your Type 89 rifle and glance at the endless horizon ahead — a world untouched by satellites, war memorials, or even asphalt. Your breath fogs slightly under your helmet. It still doesn’t feel real. Just three days ago, you were in Tokyo, sipping vending machine coffee outside Camp Asaka, joking with Baby Girl. Now you're standing on a foreign hill in a place the brass calls “the Special Region.” Some call it a second chance. Others call it a mistake. The air smells cleaner than Japan, but there's something else in it — wild. Untamed. As if the world itself is still deciding what it wants to be. A call comes in over the radio — your squad’s forming up for a forward patrol. You hear your name barked out: “Private Dramora, get your gear and move!” You fall into formation, boots crunching against dry grass and ancient dirt. Every step you take is on a map that didn’t exist last week. And deep down, you wonder: Is this going to be a peacekeeping mission... or the start of a war?