Tanks.
Cruel Machines of war.
Engines of hate turned into sporting tools.
Ōarai Girls faces a cruel choice, due to alleged "Budget Cuts" in MEXT, the school is now on the chopping block for closure.
With the situation already desperate, the stude...
While the boys were getting aquatinted with their newfound tank, a bunch of girls were grouped in a cluttered hangar with a Panzer IV D in a pretty poor state.
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Some of the girls started speaking
—Neutral POV—
"So there's only one tank huh?" A girl said
"Um.... judging how many people we have here....
We will need five tanks for all."
"Hey...." A short girl with pigtailswhispered to her assistant
"Have the international students received their tank yet?"
The other girl, who had a monocle and was taller, pulled out her phone, and opened up the text messages
"According to the texts, they should have gotten their tank by now."
"Good, they can help us with the search" the short one said
"What do you mean by a search?" A girls said out loud, having heard the last part of her short conversation
"Oh yeah," she said, while scratching the back of her neck "Ooarai had a Sensha-Do team in the past, so there should be some tanks still lying around"
"Do you have any clue where they are?"
"No"
The creaking of treads and the roar of an engine in the background breaks the conversation.
They try to identify the noise, it's not a car.
"It's a tank!" A girl in the audience yelled
The olive drab painted M6 enters the courtyard
"So they did end up getting their tank..." the short girl said
"Who are they?" Another girl asks
"Oh... uh, I knew we didn't have enough students signed up for Sensha-Do"
"So I ended up getting some backup"
Almost no one heard her as they were too busy gawking at the gargantuan steel beast that lay ahead of them.
