A shrine in autumn, red maple leaves fluttering in the wind.
Hakkuryuu stands proudly, sword draped, flaunting her overwhelming might.
There was a reason she was so imposing today.
To compensate for her weakness of panicking and flustering whenever she let go of her sword, she had built another, heavier, flesh-based sword!
Looking at the massive, heavy, curved sword sheathed, Hakkuryuu smiled confidently.
Now, even if she faced the Commander, she would not be defeated.