Well, this is the last chapter.
I'm going all out.
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1 Week post tournament.
Ōarai Schoolship
School Hallways, 12 minutes before 1st period (~ 08:48 Hours local time)
Carm walked through his school, sporting his US tanker uniform and M1 combat helmet over his standard Ōarai school outfit.
It was next to impossible to not be noticed, and not just because of his militaristic wear.
It was the day of the school dance,
So, basically EVERYONE tried to ask him out to be a couple at the dance, since he was one of the six guys at a (formerly) all-girls school.
All the popular girls and attractive girls and smart girls and whatnot asked him out...
Meh, popularity was overrated,
He respectfully declined every single one of them, if he was going to the dance, he knew very well who he was going with.
Carm sat down in World War II class, everyone was present,
....except for Yukari, of course.
Was she sick, injured, mortally wounded??
Calling for his help??
"No, no, no don't go there." Carm thought to himself
He was still dealing with terrible nightmares of terribly gory images of warfare and death, as well as being diagnosed a severe case of post-traumatic stress disorder,
however, he was recovering.
His protective instincts for Yukari were practically hammering at this moment, absolutely terrified for her safety.
Ironic, Yukari basically couldn't let him go when she had managed to escape death, and now, the roles were reversed.
Carm fired off a text, just to be extra sure,
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End of 4th period, 12:30 hours
Carm was getting slightly concerned now,
She still hadn't showed up,
And she still hadn't responded to his texts,
"Hm........."
What was she doing? She has to be up to something.
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School then let out, and Carm walked over to his apartment,
Framed photos, and an olive drab wallpaper decorated the walls,
As well as a king size bed in the center and multiple World War II era guns were hung on the wall, such as M1 Garands, Carbines, and an M1A1 Thompson.
Little models of tanks were on the shelves and dressers, little things he worked on as stress relievers with his fluffy girlfriend.
The TV had been seriously upgraded to the point where it took up most of the wall, perfect for his gaming addiction.
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