At the national military base.

The military, having secured another overwhelming victory as usual, is already in a festive mood. The sight of the luxurious dishes lined up on the tables is captivating. Tonight, regardless of rank, everyone will likely lock arms and dance the night away together.

You happen to glance over at Shoppi. He is sitting in a corner, nibbling on meat while sipping water. He seems to have no intention of joining the festivities, watching the scene with his usual grumpy expression.