Date City, Fukushima Prefecture.
The Area 11 military had stationed a mechanized corps here, complete with an air force and an airport.
But at that moment, all ten thousand soldiers in the corps were hunkered down inside the barracks. They were fully armed, and even the ammunition vehicles were ready to roll at a moment's notice.
Yet they were so nervous their mouths had gone dry. Not a word passed between them.
Two Aces were fighting at the airport outside, and the sounds coming from there were terrifying.
The soldiers had been ordered to arm themselves. Did that mean they were supposed to go out and fight an Ace? What an absurd order.
By now, the airport was completely unrecognizable. Not a single patch of ground was intact; cracks and deep craters covered the whole place.
Kamikawa Takumi was covered in wounds, lying in a huge crater and panting. The fountain pen in his hand had snapped in two.
On the other side of the airport, Kitajima Maki sat on the ground, smoking. Her uniform was in tatters, as if someone had ground her into the dirt over and over. She looked worse than a beggar.
The fight had more or less come to an end. They had both fought in earnest and held nothing back.
In the end, Kitajima Maki had come out on top, managing to hold Kamikawa Takumi back.
He had great potential, but he was still too young. Neither his experience nor his strength could match those of the two veterans.
Kitajima Maki had smoked halfway through her cigarette when she saw Kamikawa Takumi climb out of the crater. He stared at her, eyes blazing, as if he still hadn't given up.
Kitajima Maki blew out a mouthful of secondhand smoke and said quietly, "Give it