The purple skies turned darker till it was black or blue. Many stars had gathered overhead to spectate the incoming battle; perhaps a battle they had seen countless times before, much like a certain blonde.
The cold desert night blew a light breeze that pushed the sand. Keeping warm by a light under a tent, were the four of them—Fumeko having her third serving of soup.
"Thundering Blade," Major Schroeder walked up to the tent the three resided in.
"Major," Jotou got up.
"We'll be attacking in the next thirty minutes to still have our advantage. Our scout team also found that this area had been covered with landmines beforehand."
Jotou froze in place, Hotaru lifted her legs off of the ground whilst Asobi looked around confused; Fumeko's feet dangled, not even on the sand.
"Don't fret, they already disarmed all of them in the area after a thorough search," the major waved his hand, giving everyone a breath of relief.
