>You all treated the Heir of the South with enough respect expected of a bunch of kids from some backwards country, which the Country was once known to have been many decades ago. He was nonetheless impressed with Caspar's conduct, whatever theatrics he immitated turned out to be charming to the Heir, especially since Caspar's grasp of the Imperial Tongue was a mish mash of the Nation's native language and whatever prayers his elders sent off. He probably used some words wrong, not like his elders would have known anyway.

>You all ended up doing the reasonable thing and found someone older than you to figure things out. It turns out this character was the very Prince of the Principality across the bay your Legion was sent to watch. A coup d'etat had ocurred so fast and the Prince was forced to escape. There was no time for the Legion to react.

>Unfortunately, the Legion cannot be the gracious hosts for the Heir, General Reigen Mugen ordered a mobilization to march around the bay to attack the Southern Principality, an endeavor that could take a week. There were not enough ships to move the Legion, instead a small element stayed behind to secure heavy weapons and send off word to the Sovereign-Marshal to begin mobilization. It will take at least a month before the full force of the Empire could cross the mountains that separate the Empire and the South.

"Gents, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that we don't have to bring the big guns with us for the march. The bad news is that until our guns arrive, you are all riflemen." said Colonel Kabu Hazu.

>The next morning, the Legion pushed out of base to march along the bay, and while dry the temperature was mild thanks to the winter. You heard that it exceeded 50C/120F during the summer. You carried only your issued carbines and a mobile pack that contained your sleeping system, rations, and water. Lieutenant Shino Nozo led the Section with two columns, some of you were a bit worried because the older brothers have mentioned the LT once hiking 30 miles in one day with 80lbs of gear, his only complaint was the mosquitos. Luckily, he maintained a sustainable pace.

>Flanked by dry hills on the left and a waterfront on the right, there was nothing to talk about. So you all started talking to each other, such as your expectations, fears, what you want to see when (or if) you return. Usually by the afternoon, everybody was too tired to talk and just focused on the man in front of him.

>You've all heard that your ancestors used to march far and long when you were all little people, moving from grove to grove to trim the trees and comb the earth. It looks like now you're marching to the Southern Principality to trim the enemies and comb the cities.