It wasn't actually all that strange. The Alliance entertainment industry really did have a tradition of going to the front lines—not to call for "peace" and "love," or to tell people, "You may have lost everything, but at least you've gained your freedom," but to properly sing, dance, and rap for their own soldiers and raise morale.
In a way, that could be considered a robust martial spirit.
Yes, even if it was mostly for show, it was a robust martial spirit. Even if it was steeped in commercialism, it was still a robust martial spirit.
Something similar had happened during the Battle of New Continent Dawn. Before the actors of the Imperial Royal Opera and Dance Troupe had even finished coordinating their preparations, civilian performers from the Alliance had already made several trips to the Devil's Throat.
"That was quite a spectacle. The applications piled up on our desks high enough to use as pillows. Every one of them was a paragon of virtue and talent, every one of them could sing and dance, and every one was far more famous than me. I'd almost forgotten I was a theater commander—I felt more like some powerful executive at Huanyu." When Lieutenant General Sylvester spoke to Yu Lian, his face seemed to glow. "Although I'm still a general, I have to say I prefer this sort of work."
"Have you already decided what you'll do after retirement?" Yu Lian joked.
"Hahaha, you saw right through me? My plan is to retire at sixty, once I've earned the benefits of a full general, and then start an entertainment agency. We'll handle event planning and artist management. Ahahaha, I've already picked out the first artists I'll sign: me, and that fellow Seyou. Junior, don't you think we're a rare breed on the