Girls Und Panzer Parabellum

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                                                                            (2000, june 6th, 3:00PM)

In a huge meeting building in japan, location unknown. There sat at an American table that was long in size, a decently tall British man, a fairly muscular Russian man with tons of medals, a Canadian wearing a Mountie uniform, a priest, a German bloke wearing an old uniform from his country, a french women actually wearing nice pants instead of the normal skirt, and at the head with the most power, Shiho Nishizumi.

" tankery? I think it amazing comrade!" the Russian bellowed a laughed as he downed a shot." image the good it will do for our kin" the priest added. A few papers to sign were right in front of Shiho.

"the money and glory that awaits you, people! all you have to do is sign, and our schools shall come and battle to" the British man encouraged Shiho to sign the papers. These papers read in a nutshell, that boys we would be included, they would pay for themselves, and so the only money received is the what they've won. The tourist's profits shall be split equally between the states, and respect to be of the highest value. Yet, her hand froze when the pen was about to hit the paper.

"if it worries you" the french women spoke up." only the best boys will be chosen, and as a matter of fact. This could actually help boys and girls respect each-other in their abilities"

Their only silence filled the room. Nobody knew that Shiho controlled relations with the outside countries, and was keen on building them better. All that knew were the ones in power. It was said that the past controlled the present, and although false to many. The past controlled those entranced in it, even if they didn't live it. The reminders trickled down like water on rocks, as so becoming more spread, the hands it touched more plentiful.

"NO!"

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"its allot to take in, we know. we run the largest schools in our countries, and as so, even if it is more work, we shall do all the planning our selves" the British man seemed desperate now. His pride the country put into him, relyed on her decision. The sport would soon become huge with this agreement, instead of just being confined to japan and females alone.

"what do you call boys and girls in tanks" shiho asked as if it was only gender-defining a difference.

"teamwork"

"coming together for god"

"for the glory!"

"an exchange of respect"

"making a name for themselves"

"comrades in tanks!"

Shiho seemed pissed off now, her emotions flaring high. They had no bit of information as to why she couldn't sign these papers, and why so angry.

"ITS CALLED WAR!" Shiho shouted, provoking the german man to get up so quickly he knocked over his chair.

"do you know what this is going to cost us! and you too!..." he yelled back before calming himself down by taking deep breaths, although not helping allot."I'm here for the Japanese that live in the united states, and the Americans as well. so please... just think of them to"

Shiho ripped up the papers in a fury, leaving much to be desired for what the others felt about it." we are starting our own tankery teams as well, and if our kin find out... we won't be there to stop them once the law is passed" the priest said calmly with a controlled tone.

"what law is that!" Shiho walked over to the priest and screamed. He put out his hands as If to block her words which felt of knives.

"a law which gives free rein to the students in which way the school will go"

"well fuck your laws! screw you're GOD! and what are you're supposed kin going to do!" the others began walking out with bad tastes in their mouths.

"once they know, and they will from the archives. opportunities, glory, comrades, and the blessings they could've given god, taken away. The past will control their present actions, and the Parabellum will begin" he turned his back, and began reading his Bible to himself.

"no matter what befalls us, we shall advance... even without the others following"

The waves crashed on the shores as a storm brewed." a fury of God" the priest would call it. Hidden anger, hate, jealousy, confined in it.

"The Parabellum Will Begin"

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