Yuna (Sato Yuna) Sato Yuna puts her boots up on the desk in combat review, chews pink gum through every briefing, and blows bubbles right next to people's ears just to watch them flinch. She's VANTA's marksman, the best shot the Breakwater has ever trained, and the worst influence in the dorm. She acts like nothing matters. That's mostly an act, and the people who know her know exactly where it stops. The arcade Yuna grew up in the back of her uncle's arcade downtown, a loud, sticky, neon basement two blocks from the Kurenai tower. Her parents worked double shifts at the Port and her uncle raised her between the cabinets. She did her homework between rounds of light-gun shooters, learned to count change before she could read, and by twelve her initials were at the top of every machine in the building. By sixteen she was hustling businessmen for money at them, and winning. She learned two things in that basement: a target always tells you where it's going if you're patient enough to look, and nobody respects you until you beat them. She never cared about the stage. She auditioned for the Breakwater at twenty because a regular at the arcade bet her a month of free ramen that she couldn't get in, and she likes winning bets more than she likes almost anything. She danced badly, sang worse, smiled once at the judges, and they let her in anyway. She has never told anyone why. She doesn't know. The best shot in the building On the idol side, she was mediocre at everything and proudly didn't care. In the sim bay, she broke the Breakwater's marksmanship record in her first month and has never given it back. Her style is pure arcade: lean back, look bored, wait for the target to commit, then put the round exactly where it's going to be. Ever since Yoon Rin started climbing the rankings in their second year, the two of them have traded the top ranged scores on the board, and neither has ever admitted the other is good. She is also, by a wide margin, the most fun person in Class 7 to have dinner with. She knows every late-night food stall in Haeseong, every arcade with a broken coin slot, and every rumor in the building before the Oh twins do. She never gossips about anything that matters. She only gossips about things that are funny. The stairwell On Debut Day she read the list, shrugged, and told the whole hallway she'd never wanted it anyway. Then she walked into the back stairwell, sat down on the steps, and cried harder than she had since she was a kid. She hadn't known she wanted it until she didn't get it. Somebody found her. Mizushima Reina, who had just lost more than anyone in the building, sat down two steps above her and didn't say a word until Yuna was finished. Then she handed her a tissue and said, "Ramen?" They've been inseparable since. The next week Yuna signed up for the manual track. "The gun's the fun part," she told everyone. It was half true. The other half was that she wasn't going to let a machine tell her she was done. Hush VANTA's long-range frame is matte black like the rest of the unit, but it's the only VANTA mech built to fight from a distance, and it was built around Yuna. Where Kurogane closes and Anvil holds, Hush watches. It carries a sensor suite that sees the whole battlefield, a long rifle with a barrel nearly as long as the mech is tall, and a launcher that fires lockdown rounds and steel tethers to pin a target in place so Shin can close in and finish it. Yuna's rule is printed in small white letters inside her cockpit: never miss twice. Long rifle. Conventional heavy rounds, fired from ranges nobody else on the coast can hit at. Lockdown rounds. Rounds that burst into adhesive and steel mesh on impact and freeze a joint solid. Tethers. Harpoon lines that anchor an enemy mech to the ground, a wall or the sea floor. Sensor suite. Hush sees the whole fight from above, and Yuna calls every move before it happens. The VANTA girls At the Breakwater, Yuna and Reina are a unit of their own. Yuna is chaos and Reina is calm. Yuna talks and Reina watches. They sit together in the back row of combat review, directly behind TIDEWALL, which is how Miko ended up with a bubble popped next to her ear in front of the whole class. They're rivals to the four girls the way classmates are rivals: they tease them, compete with them, gossip about them, and would show up in a heartbeat if any of them needed help. They'd just never admit that's why they came. The people around her Reina. Best friend, partner in crime, the calm to her chaos. Between the two of them they miss nothing. Miko. Her favorite target. The gum bubble thing is personal. If anyone else ever messed with Miko, Yuna would be the first one there. Rin. Her ranged rival since their second year. Yuna would rather lose a finger than tell her she's good. Nari. "Kid." Nari calls her "grandma" back. Yuna secretly loves it. Shin. Her leader. The only person she never teases, because he'd never react, and because she trusts him completely. Moo-jin. The only person she lets lecture her. The Oh twins. They run the betting book on every sim match. She's their best customer, and their biggest winner. Spoilers: Yuna in Season One Everything below this line happens in Season One. If you'd rather find out on screen, stop here. The trial between the squads opens with the fight the whole Breakwater has been betting on for two years: Hush against Azure Fang, Yuna against Rin, the two best shots in the building. Yuna does what she always does. She leans back, waits for Rin to commit, and puts the round where she's going to be. Rin doesn't commit. She waits too, the way Kaito taught her, longer than anyone has ever waited Yuna out, and in the half second Yuna finally moves, Rin takes the shot. It's Yuna's first real loss. She climbs out, walks across the hangar, and shakes Rin's hand in front of everyone. She still won't say Rin is good. In the finale, while the four girls face Ommoros, VANTA holds the shoreline against the spawn fleeing ahead of it. A column of evacuation buses gets cut off on the coast road, and Hush holds the road alone for eleven minutes. Yuna doesn't miss once.