Northern Territory command post, the training ground.
Under the scorching sun, a hundred thousand soldiers in white, with solemn expressions, look forward in anticipation.
Shortly thereafter, White Mitchell, having shed his armor, slowly appears before the crowd.
"Salutations to the Army Master!"
Upon the orders of the God of Heaven War who returned overnight, one hundred thousand soldiers salute.
Observing these warm-blooded youths he brought up single-handedly, White Mitchell is filled with emotion.
Thinking back to five years ago, when he was a rookie first setting foot on the battlefield, he never thought that one day, he would become a commander, and lead one hundred thousand warm-blooded youths into the blood-soaked battlefield.
"This will be my last time, in my capacity as an Army Master, to meet my brothers in arms. After today, I will no longer be your commander, but you will always be my brothers," says White Mitchell slowly.
Boom!