Forced into a position he didn't asked for, but is perfectly qualified to; bamboozled by corruption in the ministry of education, and surrounded by people who are looking up to him to do the right thing, Ray Gonzales has to do the best he can, in his power, and his satchel to improve the chances of survival Ooarai has. His love for his little sister and determination to see her again, his comrades, the people in his army who he deemed his family-in-law is what fuels the fire in his soul to keep going. In a newly revived infantry sport, funded by the US government, it's his duty to make sure his army stands, or else they won't have anything to stand on. Unless they can swim. Witness him meet with misfits on the way to victory, as well as doing unusual tactics and methods that will ensure the quality of his army, as well as teaching them essential tips that they will surely use during the rest of their lives. May whatever God up there have mercy on his soul, because this is a gruelling challenge.

So here's the thing about this story. A guy, or a girl, or a guy came to me and gave me an idea for this story he liked to publish, unfortunately, not all of us are gifted with semi-decent writing skills, and this story would be the perfect opportunity to try out something new. I'm making this into a malereader X story, something I kept seeing in this god forsaken website, that caught the eye of many lonely individuals... Hey, I'm lonely too, shut up. This story is an alternate universe, where Ray, and the others did not get sent to All-star, Ooarai is left untouched by bureaucracy, and they each had their fun in Japan. This exhibition tournament match, or what they call it "Skirmish Mode", would be featuring just artillery, infantry, and tanks. No planes, no navy ships...well, there may be navy ships, just guns, guns, and rifles. Hope you enjoy this condescending experiment story. Oh yeah, the guy, um, here's his account @Minty-Teaaa. Enjoy.