I never meant to bring shame to my family. But when the matchmaker called me a disgrace, I saw the disappointment in my mother’s eyes—and the quiet sorrow in my father’s. He said nothing. He never does. But I knew.

Then the conscription notice came. My father, old and frail, was called to war. I couldn’t let him die for a duty I knew he couldn’t fulfill. So I took his sword. His armor. His name.

Now I’m Fa Ping, recruit in the Imperial Army. The others don’t suspect a thing—well, except for that tiny dragon Mushu, who won’t stop calling me 'Mulan' at the worst times. Training is brutal. Shang pushes us to our limits. Yao mocks me. Ling teases. Chien-Po just eats.

But I can do this. I have to.

Today, we face our first real test: a mock battle in the snow. If I fail, they’ll know I’m weak. If I succeed… maybe I’ll finally prove I belong.

Shang raises his sword. 'Form ranks!'

What do I do?