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>>5110944

Werewolf: Operational
Ammo: 42 AP 19 HVAP 11 SUHE 3 HESH
Fuel: 30%
Rerolls: 4
Fritz: Winded
Ruby: Winded
Leo: Tired
Axel: Winded
Max: Fresh
Overdrive: Available
UAV battery: 66%
Frenzy: 1 use
Gunslinger: 1 use
Roll-offs: 0
Lance of Longinus: 1 use
Initial P: If Max is Fresh or winded
Called shot: If Ruby is Fresh or winded
Hail Mary: If Ruby is Fresh or winded
Smoke grenades: 2 charges

Welcome back all, sorry about the long wait, but holidays have a way of sucking all the motivation out of you, but we're back! DF3 also came out earlier this week which was a joy to watch.

>>5110944

>Axel

Oops, you can tell I'm still in holiday mode.

All mentions of Axel here should be Max.

>>5110946
Is the smoke being laid going in the direction of North and West at the same time, as in something is driving and constantly emitting smoke, or did all that smoke suddenly appear?

>>5110954

>Is the smoke being laid going in the direction of North and West at the same time, as in something is driving and constantly emitting smoke

Yes, exactly this.

Rolled 12, 12, 1, 3 = 28 (4d20)

>>5110944
Alright then, this situation just got a lot more difficult. Green initially sounds like a good idea, but we have to account that, especially for the right green arrow, there is a large chance the T-34 gets there before we do, and even if they don't, it turns from a 2-on-1 into a 1-on-1, and I don't think the angles provided give us much advantage, even if they don't expect us to be exactly there. They aren't exactly flanking positions, unless the T-34 is going all the way West, which I'm not comfortable betting on.

The previous plan (Yellow) of moving North East and aiming west just got a lot more perilous, since that would require moving the drone North to spot if they are coming from the Center or East, and would give us a much shorter warning. A thought that comes to mind is have Anko halt repairs and camp that corner, while we watch East from the Yellow position. Anko would have a nice flank on the T-34 if it charged through, we would have a narrow channel to put a round in the T-34 head on if it came from East, and we would both be in close proximity to assist each other.

Plan Blue seems dubious since the T-34 is almost certainly one of the causes of the smoke, and if it is, the drone will still see it leave to the West. However, in the off chance it is actually over there, that would turn revised plan Yellow into a disaster, with them getting a shot on our rear armor, and like Max says, we can just turn to face it if it comes from the South.

In hindsight, I think moving to the North East area to preempt this kind of move would have been wise, but it's a bit late at this point. After thinking this through, I think I'd rather be safe on the chance they maybe have two drones somehow or disembarked someone to throw a smoke grenade while they circled long to the West.

>Move so you can cover both directions and wait (Blue)
>Put our tanks back-to-back to cover each others' rear armor, and also not have Miho's flank visible from the South
>Move the drone North so it sees the hospital road
>Ready MG-131

Rolled 17, 7, 12, 4 = 40 (4d20)

>>5110944
Supporting >>5110967
Welcome back boss

Rolled 4, 17, 11, 10 = 42 (4d20)

>>5110944
>Move so you can cover both directions and wait (Blue)

Rolled 2, 9, 14, 2, 1, 9, 20, 10, 19, 4, 8, 1, 16, 1, 9, 16, 9, 3, 9, 11, 17, 2, 8, 14 = 214 (24d20)

>>5110944

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>5111155

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>>5110944

>Move so you can cover both directions and wait (Blue)
>Put our tanks back-to-back to cover each others' rear armor, and also not have Miho's flank visible from the South
>Move the drone North so it sees the hospital road
>Ready MG-131

“I still think we should stick together,” you say. “If you want to get moving then say the word but…”

“Why throw away our advantage?” Miho finishes. “We’ll set up behind the hospital then. You take east, I’ll take west. Load Suped-up HE too.”

“Axel? You heard the lady,” you say as Max moves slightly northeast to make space for Anglerfish team. You have plenty of space to give, and you make sure to give enough that anyone coming up between the buildings would have to come the whole way down.

Anglerfish team quickly repositions themselves so they’re covering your rear and vice-versa. You consider suggesting a switch for a minute given anything coming from the west will be at a longer range, but quickly decide against it given Hana is just as competent as your gunner and the range isn’t long enough to make that much of a difference.

You watch for another minute as the smoke screens get further and further apart. Both are heading towards spots you or Anglerfish are already aiming for.

“Smoke screen heading towards us is slowing and getting smaller,” Max says, eyeing the tablet Leo surrendered to him before passing out.

“Is it now?” You hear Hana interject.

“Sure is, and the one on our side is getting closer!” Saori adds.

“Spray the smoke with tracer, Saori,” Miho orders as it approaches the corner.

You hear the chug of Saori’s machinegun and the shattering of glass as she hits the building behind the smoke. A burst later, you hear the clang of bullets on metal.

“There!” Miho declares. “Enemy T-34!”

You begin spinning your turret round and cock your machinegun to contribute to the fight, but it’s over before you’re halfway.

Anglerfish’s gun fires, and you hear an explosion. It’s followed a moment later by a T-34 skidding out of the smoke and into the riverbank.

“Is it over?” Ruby asks hopefully. You look over to Miho who nods back at you before slumping in her hatch.

“It’s over,” you confirm, copying your commander. “About time too.”

>Find water, food and Yuzu. In whatever order.
>Wait for a pickup and listen to your crew complain.
>Go see how the T-34 managed to create two separate smokescreens.
>Write-in

>>5111201
>>Wait for a pickup and listen to your crew complain.
That was a long match, dice really wanted us to have problems this time around

>>5111201
>Invite Miho to come with us to check on the T-34 team and shake their commander's hand
I'm sure we can see how the T-34 managed to create 2 screens in a replay or review.

>>5111201
Changing vote from >>5111227 to >>5111264

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>>5111201

>Invite Miho to come with us to check on the T-34 team and shake their commander's hand

You take a moment to relax and slip out of combat mode. You’ve been alternating between fighting and staying vigilant for almost a day by now so you just enjoy the wind on your face for a moment.

“Hey Miho?”

“Yeah, Fritz?”

“Do you want to go see who was in charge of that T-34?”

“Five minutes?” She suggests.

“Five minutes then,” you agree. You take a moment to rummage around for a canteen which you first swig from then use the rest to clean your face as much as you can. You then climb off Werewolf and walk over to Anglerfish team where Miho is waiting.

“Here,” she says offering you a small box.

“Wet wipes?” You ask after inspecting them. “Saori?”

“Saori,” she confirms. You take the opportunity to clean up a bit more properly before the two of you walk towards the riverbank where you saw the T-34 go over.

The tank is thankfully not in the river. Instead, it’s stuck in the mud lining the river, and you can see three figures inspecting it from a short distance, discussing the situation in a mixture of a language you’re unfamiliar with and what you think is Russian.

“Are you the team from Tajikistan?” You ask in English. “You got pretty far, well done.”

“We are,” one girl, slightly shorter than you confirms. She’s wearing what looks like late soviet tanker surplus. A practical choice if nothing else. “I wasn’t aware we were that well-known.”

“Made the news to hear that an entire country chipped in to send a tank out here,” you reply.

>Ask them about how they made two smoke screens at once.
>Ask them how they made it so far in such an old tank.
>Ask them what they thought of the match in general.
>Write-in

>>5111887
>Ask them about how they made two smoke screens at once.
>Ask them how they made it so far in such an old tank.

>>5111887
>Ask them about how they made two smoke screens at once.
>Ask them how they made it so far in such an old tank.

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>>5111887

“I’m Miho, and he’s Fritz by the way,” Miho chips in.

“Madina,” the girl replies.

>Ask them about how they made two smoke screens at once.

“So, how did you make two smoke screens at the same time?” You ask. “It was a neat trick by the way.”

“Vasili,” she answers.

“What?”

“Who,” Miho corrects you. “Vasili is a name, right?”

“Watch,” Madina nods, pointing off to the right. It takes a few minutes but eventually a Goliath trucks into view with a boy that must be Vasili sat atop it. “We stuck half our smoke grenades on it and told him to drive. Unfortunately, it ran out of battery too early, no?”

“Just because it didn’t work doesn’t make it a bad idea,” Miho offers.

>Ask them how they made it so far in such an old tank.

“Yeah, all the way to second,” you add. “Any secret you want to share on how you did it in such an old tank?”

“To the people that came first?” She grins, an eyebrow raised. “Back home is very poor, you know? No big Panthers. Only old stuff. Russian stuff. Then you have to use those to fight the big expensive tanks the Russians have. Makes you learn to be smart. Or good at repairs.”

“Fight smart?” You repeat.

“Smart,” she confirms, her grin growing. “When you see big Bengal Tiger do you sit and trade? No! Hit the track and wait for the zone to eliminate them!”

“Erika?” You ask Miho.

“Sounds like it,” she giggles.

You stick about to chat with Madina and her crew a little longer. They’re obviously a little annoyed not to have won, but apparently they’ve more than paid for their trip with the winnings, they’re not too fussed.

Soon however, you’re visited by the transport to take you back to the initial staging area.

>Stay with your tank, you can wait with Werewolf till a recovery vehicle gets out here.
>Your tank is perfectly functional, drive it back.
>Take the transport so you can find somewhere to get some rest quickly.
>Write-in

>>5112154
>Stay with your tank, you can wait with Werewolf till a recovery vehicle gets out here.

>>5112154
>>Stay with your tank, you can wait with Werewolf till a recovery vehicle gets out here.
Damn they did Erika dirty

>>5112154
>>Your tank is perfectly functional, drive it back.

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>>5112154

>Stay with your tank, you can wait with Werewolf till a recovery vehicle gets out here.

When the transporter comes, Madina and her crew make use of it to head back to get out of the field and back to the staging point. You decide instead to stay with Werewolf till a recovery crew can get out here. You could drive back yourself, but it’d be rather embarrassing for your engine to fail again, and why make extra work for your crew if you don’t have to?

“You don’t want to go back yet?” You ask Miho as the two of you trudge back towards your tanks.

“You’re not heading back,” she points out. “I’m tired. I want to hopefully skip any awards ceremony.”

“Is there one for this?” You ask.

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to go find out,” she replies. You soon reach your tanks where you split ways and remount your vehicles. Your crew are still where you left them, though all the hatches are open and some, including a still unconscious Leo, are splayed out on top of him, enjoying a few minutes without anything to worry about.

“And how are you feeling?” You gently thump Werewolf as you sit back in your hatch.

Amused. That’s the only word you can use to describe his reply. The engine malfunctions were apparently a novel experience for Werewolf, though you suppose that makes sense given he didn’t spend all that long in operational service before being hidden away.

“Glad someone found it funny,” you hear Max laugh. “I’d rather it not happen again.”

>Prod Max on if there is anything you can do about the engine.
>Ask your crew what they’re going to do over the holiday.
>Ask Anglerfish team what they’re doing over the holiday.
>Write-in

>>5112966
>Prod Max on if there is anything you can do about the engine.

>>5112966
>Prod Max on if there is anything you can do about the engine.
>Ask Anglerfish team what they’re doing over the holiday.

>>5112966
>>Ask your crew what they’re going to do over the holiday.
>>Ask Anglerfish team what they’re doing over the holiday.

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>>5112966

>Prod Max on if there is anything you can do about the engine.

“Speaking of, is there anything we can do about it?” You ask.

“What, stopping backfires like that from happening?” Max replies. You hear him hum as he considers it. “Well, honestly, I don’t really know beyond swapping the engine.”

“You think? Maybe Erika will want to swap,” you suggest.

“If her tank can fit it,” Max shrugs. “Or if she’s willing to accept the trade off like we did.”

“We could always buy another one,” Ruby pipes up. “I’m sure there are plenty of engines available, repo or otherwise.”

“I’d rather not,” Max frowns. “I think the trade-offs are worth it.”

“No bias whatsoever, right?” Ruby snipes.

“You of all people shouldn’t be complaining,” Max retorts. “The extra power we get from it helps us haul that fat metal cylinder you call a gun around at a decent fuel usage and speed. Unless you want Rabbit team overtaking us that is.”

“Easy,” you caution the two of them. There’s a bit of grumbling but Max soon returns to the topic.

“We should ask an expert,” he suggests. “The automotive club maybe? Or Black Forest. We got it from them, right?”

“We did,” you confirm. “Either way, there are no matches for us for a week, so we can have a think about it over that.”

“Aye, that sounds good to me,” Max nods, likely content he’s saved the engine for now.

The recovery vehicles soon arrive, and it’s light work to load up your own tank and Anglerfish team so you can get moving.

>Ask Anglerfish team what they’re doing over the holiday.

As you mount the recovery vehicle, your turn your attention to Anglerfish team. “What are you girls doing over the holiday?”

“Nothing much,” Miho replies.

“Don’t you listen to her!” Saori immediately interjects. “It’s her birthday tomorrow. There is a party in the evening. You’re all invited.”

“And no one said anything?” You ask.

“I didn’t know there was a party either,” Miho admits.

“Well now you do,” Hana giggles. “Surprise!”

“Aside from that we’ll just be around,” Saori continues. “I think Duck team has some tournament or something. We should ask about that!”

“Hopefully we’ll be catching up on some sleep too,” Mako grumbles from nearby.

“What do you think you’ll be doing?” Miho asks.

“Saori,” Max replies. That remark earns him a face full of mud courtesy of Saori shoving him out of the truck. One you think is rather deserved.

>Have a look around and see how the other schools did. (Anzio, St.G, Black Forest, Saunders)
>Leave as soon as possible so you can get back to Ooarai.
>Find out about something else. (The massive drone, how it went for the other competitors, awards ceremony)
>Write-in

>>5113408
>>Have a look around and see how the other schools did. (Anzio)

>>5113408
>Have a look around and see how the other schools did. (Anzio, St.G, Black Forest, Saunders)
Is this for all the other schools, or just one?

>>5113663

Ideally pick the one you’re most interested in talking to about the match.

If you do want to talk to all of them though, then go ahead, but they have their own schedules so they may or may not still be around

>>5113408
>Have a look around and see how the other schools did. (Anzio, St.G, Black Forest, Saunders)

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>>5113408

“Don’t stop,” you order the driver, earning you a sharp nod from Saori.

“Wait up!” Max huffs as he jogs behind the transporter. All nine of you decide to ignore him.

>Have a look around and see how the other schools did. (Anzio)

You soon reach the staging point where the other eighty or so tanks are parked and or strewn about.

“We’re going to be here till our transporter arrives to take us home,” Miho says. A picnic mat appears out of Anglerfish’s tank which Miho and her crew promptly collapse on.

“I was planning to have a look around, talk to some of our friends,” you say.

“We’ll call you when the truck’s here,” Miho promises. That’s good enough for you and you set off to find Anzio first to see how the match went for them.

It doesn’t take too long to find them. Anzio, as they do, apparently decided after a long, tiring match is the best time to sell food and from how far back the queue is stretching, you reckon it was a good decision.

You go around the queue and closer to the stall where you’re noticed by Pepperoni who’s manning the stall.

“The Duce is in the back!” Pepperoni says between stirring her pot. “Let yourself in!”

“Thanks!” You shout back as you head around the back where another tent has been set up. “Knock knock.”

“Who? Ah Hermann,” Anchovy waves you in as you poke your head in through the tent flap. She’s resting in a chair, still in her Sensha-Do uniform. “Congratulations on winning.”

“All in a day’s work,” you reply. “How did it go for you?”

“Top twenty,” she smiles. “Three different teams had to work together to take us down!”

“That’s definitely improvement,” you cheer with her.

>Ask about whether it was worth taking the CV.33 as an add on rather than another tank.
>Ask if she had any other non-Sensha-Do legal equipment with her.
>Ask about her holiday plans
>Write-in

>See if Black Forest is still around
>See if St. Gloriana’s is still around
>See if Saunders is still around.
>Check for any other schools you may not have noticed.
>Write-in

>>5113799
>>Ask about whether it was worth taking the CV.33 as an add on rather than another tank.
>>Ask about her holiday plans
>>See if Black Forest is still around

>>5113823
+1

>>5113823
+1

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>>5113799

>Ask about whether it was worth taking the CV.33 as an add on rather than another tank.

“Say, you know that CV you took with you? Was it worth taking as a scouting tool rather than another tank?”

“It sure was!” Anchovy grins. “Even if you disregard the fact that it started right next to us, it was invaluable for reconnaissance! Guess how many times it got knocked out?

“Twice?” You guess, assuming it’s not going to be one.

“Three times,” she laughs. “We could send it right at them to find out where they were then pick it up afterwards! We couldn’t have done that if we’d taken any other tank!”

“I suppose not,” you chuckle with her. “Did your tank take the weight okay?”

“She didn’t like it,” Anchovy sighs. “But she’s a tough old girl and soldiered through to the end. Or at least our end.”

“We have CVs too, you know,” you muse, stroking your chin.

“And then in two years’ time they’re going to ban having a recon tank,” Anchovy snickers. “Might as well use it while we can, right?”

>Ask about her holiday plans

“Right,” you nod. “Got any plans for the holiday?”

“Ignore all of the problems at Anzio, head home and see my family in Toyota,” she replies. “Nothing special.”

“I thought Toyota was a car company,” you frown.

“The city is named after the company,” Anchovy smiles. “Their biggest plants in Japan are there. They’re actually setting up a new tank manufacturing subdivision you know? I’m planning to have a look around if they’ll let me.”

“Sponsor hunting?”

“Something like that.”

>See if Black Forest is still around

You spend a little longer chatting with Anchovy about the holidays and the winter tournament on the other side of it before you take your leave. You’re handed a box of something which you try to refuse, but Carpaccio waves you off and Pepperoni has already gone back to cooking so you just roll with it and take it with you. It doesn’t hurt that since it’s Anzio, you know it’s going to be good food.

Black Forest is similarly easy to find given the size of their logistics train. All you have to do is find a truck moving about with their logo and follow it back.

>Look for Erika, she’ll know the most about Black Forest’s performance here.
>Look for Koume, Erika might be in a bad mood if they just lost.
>Look for someone lower down, they might be able to give you a different perspective.
>Write-in

>>5114222
>Look for Erika, she’ll know the most about Black Forest’s performance here.

>>5114222
>>Look for Erika, she’ll know the most about Black Forest’s performance here.

>>5114222
>>Look for Erika, she’ll know the most about Black Forest’s performance here.

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>>5114222

>Look for Erika, she’ll know the most about Black Forest’s performance here.

You decide to go straight to the top and find Erika since she’s most likely to know about how Black Forest performed.

It’s not very hard to spot her. You just walk into the camp and take a look around. You see her instantly, standing atop a nearby Panther that’s been knocked out, with her best instructor Nishizumi impression on.

She spots you as you walk towards her and climbs down off the Panther.

“Fritz,” she grunts in your direction.

“Erika,” you return, following her gazes. She’s watching what looks like a bunch of first years labouring over a Tiger II. Not hers – Sturmi – if you recall correctly but another from Black Forest’s arsenal.

“How did it go?” You ask. She says nothing for a moment, focused on the first years.

“Acceptably,” she says eventually. “This was a test run for some of our first years. Their first chance to operate alone without someone senior breathing down their necks.”

“So, you weren’t out there?”

“No, I wasn’t,” Erika confirms. “I was watching their performance.”

“And how was it?”

“Acceptable,” she says. “Most of them only went down when they were confronted by a coordinated team – like the one you took down, and none of them were expected to win.”

“Sorry again about that drone by the way,” you offer, but Erika waves you off.

“You know how much money the school has, it’s not like any one is going to miss it,” she says. “I think we’ll be investing in aerial ones if we come out to an event like this again though.”

“We got a lot of use out of ours,” you nod. “Not as useful in the city though.”

“So, ninety-nine is less than one hundred,” she deadpans.

“More like eighty or ninety,” you grin, continuing the metaphor.

>Offer her some of whatever Anzio have given you.
>Ask her about the Winter Cup.
>Go talk to Koume before you head back.
>Prod her on what she thinks of the Unlimited-class format in general.
>Write-in

>>5114618
>>Offer her some of whatever Anzio have given you.
>>Prod her on what she thinks of the Unlimited-class format in general.
>>Go talk to Koume before you head back.

>>5114618
>>Offer her some of whatever Anzio have given you.
>Prod her on what she thinks of the Unlimited-class format in general.
>Go talk to Koume before you head back.

>>5114667
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>>5114618

>Offer her some of whatever Anzio have given you.

“Would you like some of whatever this is?” You offer holding out the box.

“You bought something, and you don’t know what it is?” Erika asks, eyebrow raised.

“Anzio gave it to me,” you explain. “I didn’t buy a thing.”

“Well, if it’s Anzio…” Erika’s hesitation quickly evaporates in the face of Anzio’s cuisine. She opens the box and you see her eyes light up momentarily. “Meatballs!”

>Prod her on what she thinks of the Unlimited-class format in general.

She carefully picks one up out of the box and you do the same. You take a moment to enjoy it before you ask another question.

“You’ve been involved in two Unlimited class matches now, what do you think of them?”

“I like them,” she replies. “They’re a good training exercise to help inexperienced commanders learn how to think for themselves.”

“A training exercise?”

“The tournaments are the main show,” she explains. “The duelling leagues, these Unlimited classes, they’re just entertaining forms of training, but training is all they are.”

“Well, that’s an interesting view,” you reply. “Not one I’m sure I agree with.”

>Go talk to Koume before you head back.

You chat with Erika a little longer before heading off to find Koume. She’s similarly easy to find and is gently guiding some first years through replacing enough of a Panther’s tracks so it can be rolled onto a transporter.

“You busy?” You ask.

“Never too busy for you,” she replies, spinning around to greet you. You get a quick hug before she lets go and smiles at you. “You’ve been bullying my first years, it was very unfair to knock them out like that.”

>“It was plenty fair, they got the same treatment as a dozen others.”
>“Oops.”
>“They can have the rest of this box of Anzio meatballs if it’ll make them feel better.”
>“They should’ve not been in the way then.”
>Write-in

>>5114789
Wait how’d they get taken out?

>>5114830

>Use Lance of Longinus and load SUHE to take out the Black Forest panther
>After taking the shot, text Erika an apology for destroying her drone.

They were in the Panther that we rattled.

>>5114789
>>“It was plenty fair, they got the same treatment as a dozen others.”

>>5114789
>>“They can have the rest of this box of Anzio meatballs if it’ll make them feel better.”

>>5114789
>“It was plenty fair, they got the same treatment as a dozen others.”

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>>5114789

>“It was plenty fair, they got the same treatment as a dozen others.”

“Don’t I know that,” Koume giggles. “You should’ve heard them when they came back in after spending hours out in the cold, spitting fire and curses.”

“This a first for them?”

“Yep,” she replies. “They were trying to prove to Erika that they’re worthy of having a permanent Panther command instead of being stuck in a Panzer III.”

“Did they do a good enough job?”

“I thought they did fine, but all Erika said is ‘that’ll be determined at a later date’.”

“Sounds like she did a great job assuaging their fear,” you reply shaking your head.

“Yeah, great,” Koume snickers. “They think they’re going to be demoted to the reserves.”

“What do you think of the Unlimited class matches?”

“I like having a team,” she replies. “I always appreciate having someone to watch my back.”

“This match allowed partners in,” you reply. “I had Miho watching mine the whole match.”

“Against fifty other teams,” she retorts. “No thanks. I’ll take having twenty-nine other tanks with me any day!”

“Well, we only need fifteen,” you grin. That earns you a slug in the shoulder, but there’s no heat behind it.

“You’ll see,” she promises. “After the break.”

“I’m sure I will,” you reply, rolling your eyes.

“Speaking of the break, what are you doing for that?” She asks. “Going home?”

“Nah, it’s only a week so there’s no point,” you reply. “I just hope my mother sees it that way.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.” She pats your arm sympathetically. “But at least if you’re in the country you should be able to hang out, right?”

>“Well, my schedule isn’t very full at the moment so I suppose so.”
>“Maybe, we’ll see.”
>“Alright it’s a date. Yet to be determined, but we’ll pick one.”
>Write-in

>>5115767
>“Well, my schedule isn’t very full at the moment so I suppose so.

>>5115767
>>“Well, my schedule isn’t very full at the moment so I suppose so.”

>>5115767
>>“Alright it’s a date. Yet to be determined, but we’ll pick one.”

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>>5115767

>“Well, my schedule isn’t very full at the moment so I suppose so.”

“Great,” she chirps. “I’m holding you to that!”

“And woe betide me if I forget?”

“Damn straight,” she nods. “Is Erika sticking about?”

“Heading home,” you shake your head. “Speaking of, I should probably head back as well, don’t want to be left behind and all that.”

“You can bunk with us if you are,” Koume snickers. “Your hair is long enough to braid.”

“I’d rather not,” you state plainly. You hold out your fist which she bumps and head off.

You trace your steps back to Ooarai where things seem to be moving. A transporter has arrived and Max and Mako are slowly guiding the tanks onto it. The rest of both crews are watching and assisting where necessary.

“That for us?” You ask as you spot the small trophy Miho is carrying.

“Sure is,” she giggles, presenting the little thing. “Cute huh?”

“Very,” you nod.

“Speaking of cute, Erika’s girlfriend came over to say hello,” Hana says. “She was complaining about how boring this match was too.”

“It was probably her in the Cromwell then,” you muse. “I don’t envy her.”

Soon, the tanks are fully loaded and the ten of you can strap them down. You’re able to make short work of it before the lot of you head for home.

The trip isn’t a long one, but you take advantage of it to get some sleep anyway. Once you reach Ooarai, you promptly deposit Werewolf in the warehouse before heading back to your apartment to clean up.

Pick two
>Miho has a birthday tomorrow and you don’t have a present. Head into town and do something about that.
>You're free for the holidays now, see what another team is going to be doing. (Who)
>Your sister’s heading to the airport in the evening, see her off.
>Find the Student Council and force them to relax with you.
>Write-in

Won't be any more updates today and possibly none tomorrow due to an interview. I'll post on twitter if I put out any updates.

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>>5116270
>>Miho has a birthday tomorrow and you don’t have a present. Head into town and do something about that.
>Find the Student Council and force them to relax with you.
We have to celebrate that election win. (Unless I'm misremembering, its been a while.)

>>5116270
>Miho has a birthday tomorrow and you don’t have a present. Head into town and do something about that.
>Your sister’s heading to the airport in the evening, see her off.
I'd love to hang with Yuzuthe council but these two seem rather obligatory. Maybe we can take Yuzu shopping with us?

>>5116270
>>Miho has a birthday tomorrow and you don’t have a present. Head into town and do something about that.
>>Your sister’s heading to the airport in the evening, see her off.
Good luck with the interview boss

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>Miho has a birthday tomorrow and you don’t have a present. Head into town and do something about that.
>Your sister’s heading to the airport in the evening, see her off.

You lay on your bed for a moment and think about it as Otto attempts to take advantage of the new source of heat.

Miho’s birthday is tomorrow and while it would’ve been nice to have notice, sometimes all you can do is work with what you’ve got. In addition to that, Erika is heading to the airport to go home and it’s your duty as an older brother to see her off.

With the plan decided, you climb up off your bed, and put it into motion.

Otto complains as you do, and your muscles do the same, but you push through and get changed before reaching out to your sister.

She apparently has nothing better to do while waiting for her flight, so jumps at the chance to come shopping with you before heading on to the airport.

You head to the disembarkation point to meet your sister. She’s not hard to miss and waves at you furiously as you approach.

“Hey! Good job yesterd- er, today,” she decides as she approaches. She then slugs you in the arm.

“Hello to you to,” you grumble as you rub your arm. “No suitcase?”

“I have plenty of clothes at home,” she says. “You need a present for Nishizumi?”

“Sure do,” you nod. “I was thinking since we’re close to Ooarai, and your flight is from the city, we could just head in get something then you can go.”

“You got it bossman,” she replies putting sunglasses on. “Lead da way.”

You look at the sky, which is still threatening to spill rain, then back to your sister. You decide not to comment.

The schoolship is already in port, so it’s not a long journey from the ship into town, but you’re still able to chat to your sister.

>Ask her if she has any ideas about what to get Miho.
>See if she’d be interested in an engine swap.
>Ask if anyone is going with her to Germany.
>Tell her about Rosehip’s visit to your group.
>Write-in

>>5116389
Thanks chief, I think it went alright, but time will tell.

>>5117300
>Ask if anyone is going with her to Germany.
>Tell her about Rosehip’s visit to your group.
I think in longer events like Ultimate we can just take Frederick, or let other teams compete. That engine can still be put to good effect to help us be in places our opponents won't anticipate, even if it's not helping us charge into them anymore. Also the fact that we have it in the first place might force some more astute opponents to play more cautiously.

>>5117300
>>Ask if anyone is going with her to Germany.
>>Tell her about Rosehip’s visit to your group.

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>Ask if anyone is going with her to Germany.

“So, is anyone returning to Germany with you?” You ask as the two of you ride the bus into town.

“I think all of my crew is heading back,” she begins. “Ruby and Axel are coming as well I think?”

“Not surprising,” you hum. Those two were probably the most likely to want to go back. “They didn’t say anything though.”

“Did you have much chance for chat during the match though?” Erika asks.

“More than you’d expect,” you reply. “Though I think we were more concern with sleep than talking about anything unless it was super important.”

“See Fritz, if it was me in your position, I would just not be tired,” Erika declares.

“And why is that?”

“Because I’m built differently,” she explains. “I would just politely but firmly say no.”

“This is what happens when parents go soft,” you sigh. That earns you an elbow.

>Tell her about Rosehip’s visit to your group.

“You should cool it with those,” you warn her as the two of you get off the bus. “Otherwise I won’t tell you about Rosehip.”

“You can’t do that!” She gapes. “Tell me!”

“Promise never to hit me again.”

“For the rest of the day,” she counters.

“Six months.”

“One month.”

“Deal,” you hold out your hand which she takes and shakes.

“She came to our camp after the match, probably looking for you,” you explain. “Hana called her cute.”

“That damn lesbian! She already has a girlfriend!” Erika complains.

“Kettle, meet pot,” you quip. Unfortunately, Erika’s too busy ranting to herself to appreciate the irony.

“She’s not wrong though,” you point out.

“Yeah,” Erika sighs. “She ain’t.”

“You going to do something about that?”

“When I come back,” she says after a moment’s hesitation. “Aren’t we here for a present?”

>“No, this is an interrogation disguised as a shopping trip.”
>“I suppose we should get to shopping then.”
>“It can be a shopping trip and a sibling discussion can’t it?”

Present ideas.
>A ‘pet hand grenade’. Probably not live.
>A scale model of her tank. Someone’s selling tanks detailed as their Ooarai incarnations are.
>Pick a Boko and hope she doesn’t have it already.
>An Ushanka. It’s getting colder and she’s often out of her tank.
>Write-in

>>5118225
>“I suppose we should get to shopping then.”

>An Ushanka. It’s getting colder and she’s often out of her tank.

>>5118225
>>“It can be a shopping trip and a sibling discussion can’t it?”
>An Ushanka. It’s getting colder and she’s often out of her tank.

>>5118225
>>“It can be a shopping trip and a sibling discussion can’t it?”
>>An Ushanka. It’s getting colder and she’s often out of her tank.

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>“It can be a shopping trip and a sibling discussion can’t it?”

“Hmm,” Erika stops and squints at you, probably trying to give off the impression that she’s examining you for any signs of deception. You know she can’t though, so you just stare back at you.

“Well, I suppose you’re alright,” she says finally. “Let’s get on with the shopping then, shall we? I need to get her a present as well!”

“Lead the way, then skipper,” you say.

“Skipper, huh?” She muses as she continues walking again. “I like it! I’m gonna make my crew call me that!”

“Cute,” you say, rolling your eyes. “What do you think Miho would want?”

“Dunno, a Boko?” You offer. “She likes those doesn’t she?”

“Ergo she’ll already have all of them,” Erika replies, rolling your eyes. “She’ll just thank you politely and throw it out later! It has to be something practical! Like a grenade!”

“A grenade?” You glance over to where Erika’s looking and see that someone is selling reproduction hand grenades. At least you hope they’re reproductions.

Still, bad choice aside, Erika’s advice has merit.

>An Ushanka. It’s getting colder and she’s often out of her tank.

A Sensha-Do clothing outlet catches your attention. You usually don’t need any since you work in uniform, but certain accessories might be useful. A warming looking Ushanka in particular looks like a good idea.

You go for it, it’s not that expensive and your wallet isn’t very thin in the first place.

After your purchase, you head back out into the shopping centre where Erika has her ‘practical’ gift as well. With your work for the day done, you just relax in the food court together and watch as Erika slowly drains your wallet by ordering more and more junk food.

Eventually, you need to head for the airport. The shopping centre isn’t too far away from it, so it’s a short trip by bus to her terminal. When you arrive, you spot the rest of her crew as well as Max and Ruby arriving as well.

“Don’t forget to give my gift to Miho,” Erika orders.

“Of course not,” you reply. “Don’t forget

>“Stay safe.”
>“Don’t forget, the world – Rosehip – ahem! Isn’t always going to wait for you.”
>“Don’t get in any fights, and if you do. Win.”
“Love you.”
>Write-in

>>5118794
>>“Don’t forget, the world – Rosehip – ahem! Isn’t always going to wait for you.”

>>5118794
>>“Don’t forget, the world – Rosehip – ahem! Isn’t always going to wait for you.”
>>“Love you.”

>>5118794
>>“Don’t forget, the world – Rosehip – ahem! Isn’t always going to wait for you.”
>>“Love you.”

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>“Don’t forget, the world – Rosehip – ahem! Isn’t always going to wait for you.”

She almost doesn’t catch it as you come in for a hug. When she does get it she dodges out of the way and holds up a fist menacingly.

“We agreed a month,” you remind her, arms still outstretched.

You can see that she’s still tempted, and the fist stays up for a full minute before before it slowly comes down on your chest.

“I hate you,” she groans as her head follows her hand. “Why couldn’t I have got Leo for a brother? He would do whatever I wanted!”

“Love you too,” you chuckle as she bangs her head against your chest. You hear something that if it wasn’t mumbled would probably be a reply. Eventually, she disentangles herself from your arms and taps your chest one last time.

“See you on the other side. Loser.”

“No such thing as a moment, huh?” You chuckle as she marches off to join her crew.

“Love you too,” you hear in a high-pitched mimic of your own voice.

“It wasn’t two weeks ago you were explaining how you had the best sibling on the team,” you reply, turning to face your gunner.

“The best. That’s different,” she retorts.

“Well, is there space for a dashingly handsome teammate slash commander in there?” You ask.

“Yeah, but one doesn’t exist,” she replies, getting a snicker from Axel. You hold out your arms and she fills them anyway. “Hold down the fort here for me, ok?”

“Sure thing,” you promise before letting go and turning to Axel. “You going to re-enact that?”

He moves as if to do so, and you see your life flash before your eyes for a moment but instead he offers his hand which you shake. “See you on the other side, big man.”

There’s a smile before he nods and lets go, turning towards the terminal. You watch them all head in, and once they’re gone, head back to Ooarai yourself.

Morning options
>Go say Happy Birthday to Miho early.
>Go see how the ex-Student Council are doing.
>See what the damage is to Werewolf because of the Unlimited class.
>Hang out with another team for a little bit (Hippo, Rabbit, write-in)
>Set a date to meet with one of your friends. (Koume, write-in)
>Write-in

>>5119040

Pick 2 options.

>>5119040
>>Go see how the ex-Student Council are doing.
>>Go say Happy Birthday to Miho early.

>>5119040
>Go see how the ex-Student Council are doing.
>See what the damage is to Werewolf because of the Unlimited class.

>>5119040
>>Go say Happy Birthday to Miho early.
>>Go see how the ex-Student Council are doing.

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Monday 23rd October (Day 189)

You have a bit of a lie in that morning. It’s both the day after a major match, and the first day of the holiday, meaning you have absolutely no reason to be out of bed as early as usual. You still wake up on instinct, but any desire to get out of bed is crushed beneath the oppressive weight that is Otto the cat. Eventually however, laying down gets boring and you force yourself out of bed if only to use the bathroom.

>Go say Happy Birthday to Miho early.

Once you’re done and ready for the day, you take a moment to consider what you’re going to do today. The flood of messages in the Sensha-Do groupchat promptly reminds you that it’s Miho’s birthday and you decide to do something about that. A quick message to Saori determines that her and Miho are in the cafeteria, so you get up and make your way there.

It’s not hard to find them given Anglerfish team has taken over a large table in the middle. There’s a small cake on the table, and the five of them are chattering away. You can also see members of the Sensha-Do club coming and going to say Happy Birthday as well.

“Looks like it’s my turn,” you say as you approach. “Happy Birthday, Miho.”

“Thank you, Fritz,” Miho smiles back as you sit down. “There’ve been so many people coming and going, it gets a little overwhelming.”

“So tank fighting in front of thousands is nothing but a couple of happy birthdays gets you huh?” You ask, eyebrow raised getting a chuckle from some of the other members of Anglerfish team.

“That’s our commander!” Yukari proclaims.

>Ask Miho if she has any plans beyond the party at the end of the day.
>Tease her about having a present but don’t tell her what it is.
>Discuss the match and what it means for Ooarai.
>Write-in

>>5119734
>>Discuss the match and what it means for Ooarai.

>>5119734
>Discuss the match and what it means for Ooarai.

>>5119734
>>Discuss the match and what it means for Ooarai.

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>Discuss the match and what it means for Ooarai.

“So, yesterday’s match huh? It was sure something, wasn’t it?” You begin.

“It was so tough that half your crew ran away!” Yukari chips in. You give her a flat look as the rest of Anglerfish team laughs.

You pick a chocolate chip off Miho’s cake and flick it at her. “To think my first friend would betray me like that.”

“Yukari’s treachery aside,” Miho says through snickers. “The match definitely was something.”

“Do you think it means anything. Aside from another feather in our cap?”

“The poor bird is probably naked by now,” Mako mutters in the background.

“Well, we earned the money to pay for the movie, didn’t we?” Miho asks. “With this our money worries should be over permanently, right?”

“As far as I know,” you nod. “Though I wouldn’t be surprised if something happens.”

“Nothing should happen,” Hana states firmly. You suddenly remember that right now she is the Student Council President and therefore probably the most powerful person in the room. “I’ve looked at all the finances myself and now we should be in the green for the foreseeable future.”

“Well it’s reassuring to hear that. Prez.” You add the title as an afterthought.

“Prez,” Hana repeats, nodding slowly. “I suppose I am the ‘Prez’ now aren’t I?”

“And I’ll just have to find something else to call the Prez,” you reply as you stand to leave. “See you around, Prez.”

All of them look horribly confused which means you’ve done your job perfectly.

>Go see how the ex-Student Council are doing.

Instead of heading for the Student Council office, you head to the warehouse where ex-Student Council has migrated to.

“Hey girls, Pr-” you stop yourself from greeting Anzu as the president.

“I guess you’ll have to find something else to call me huh?” She grins from her spot on the couch.

>“Anzu.”
>“Midget.”
>“Potato muncher.”
>Write-in

>Make 100% sure that you won’t have any more ‘fate of Ooarai tank battles’.
>Claim your well-earned hug from Yuzu.
>Remind them that the warehouse lounge isn’t just for them.
>Write-in

>>5120039
>>“Anzu.”
>>Claim your well-earned hug from Yuzu.
>>Make 100% sure that you won’t have any more ‘fate of Ooarai tank battles’.

>>5120039
>>“Anzu.”
>>Claim your well-earned hug from Yuzu.
>>Make 100% sure that you won’t have any more ‘fate of Ooarai tank battles’.

>>5120039
>"Short Stack"
>Claim your well-earned hug from Yuzu.
>Make 100% sure that you won’t have any more ‘fate of Ooarai tank battles’.

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>“Anzu.”

“Ah damn, Kawashima still isn’t out of the habit, and I’d hope you wouldn’t either,” she complains.

“That’s probably because Momo-chan’s been saying it for years,” Yuzu reminds her.

>Claim your well-earned hug from Yuzu.

And that, reminds you. You beeline over to Yuzu who knows exactly what you’re coming for and opens her arms. You collapse into them and take a moment to appreciate the squeeze.

“It feels like it’s been months since I’ve last seen you,” you say.

“It’s been less than two days,” she giggles. “Well done.”

“We’ll just sit here and watch,” Anzu drawls from nearby. “Don’t mind us.”

“You can join or wait till I’m done,” you snap back. You hear her shuffle as if she’s thinking of getting up and joining, but she doesn’t, so you stay there for a solid few minutes, just enjoying the presence of your girlfriend.

>Make 100% sure that you won’t have any more ‘fate of Ooarai tank battles’.

Eventually however, the position gets uncomfortable, so you roll off Yuzu and onto the couch next to her.

“So that’s it, right?” You ask.

“There’s still another term to go,” Momo replies.

“No, I mean no more ‘end of Ooarai tank battles’, right?”

The three share a look.

“Probably not,” Anzu answers.

You just look at her.

“Ok, definitely not,” she says, holding her hands up in surrender. “The budget looks good for the rest of the year, and I’m not in charge of it anymore.”

“Does it feel good, not to be responsible anymore?” You ask.

“Scary,” Anzu replies, shaking her head. “It’s like I’m giving someone else my baby.” She looks to Momo and Yuzu. “Our baby.”

>Ask about their plans for the holidays.
>Ask about any events in the next term.
>Let them do whatever and just nap in the same room.
>Remind them that the warehouse lounge isn’t just for them.
>Write-in

>>5120127
>>Ask about their plans for the holidays.
>>Ask about any events in the next term.

>>5120127
>>Ask about their plans for the holidays.
>>Ask about any events in the next term.

>>5120127
>Ask about their plans for the holidays.
>Ask about any events in the next term.

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>Ask about their plans for the holidays.

“So, holiday plans anyone?” You ask and look around the room. The three share another look before Momo elects to talk.

“No one has much of anything planned actually,” she says. “I think Duck team has their tournament thing on the Wednesday, so we were thinking of going to show some support but aside from that I don’t have anything pressing.”

“My holiday is all planned,” Anzu says.

“So, what do you plan to do?” You ask.

“Nothing strenuous,” she shrugs. “I’m not even going to lift a finger if I don’t have to.”

“Typical,” Yuzu sighs dramatically. “I’m probably going to spend Friday with my family, but aside from that I’ll be free.”

You don’t miss how she squeezes your hand as she says that.

“Good to know we have the time available if we want to do anything,” you state.

>Ask about any events in the next term.

“Speaking of availability, what are you going to need the club for after the holiday?” You continue. “At least there’ll be nothing life or death, right?”

Anzu just smirks at you.

“Very funny, Pre- Anzu,” Yuzu sighs before turning to you. “The winter cup’s being revived this year, so we’ll have that. It’s just for fun though.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” Yuzu states.

“You know, at the very least, I have actually told you everytime something important was on the line,” Anzu says.

“And I’m glad you did,” you reply. “Whatever, we’re done with that now, and we can enjoy a future without a big, horrible thing looming over us.”

“Amen to that,” Yuzu says.

“University?” Momo offers. “That’s pretty big.”

“It’s not particularly horrible though,” Anzu points out.

>“We’re going to be together. Ergo, it’ll be fine.”
>“What if I have to take some incompetent commander’s orders for the next four years? That’d be horrible.”
>“Leaving Ooarai will kinda suck though.”
>Write-in

>>5120163
>>“We’re going to be together. Ergo, it’ll be fine.”

>>5120163
>“What if I have to take some incompetent commander’s orders for the next four years? That’d be horrible.”
We should make sure Hana shares knowledge of important things on the line ahead of time.

>>5120163
>>“We’re going to be together. Ergo, it’ll be fine.”

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>“We’re going to be together. Ergo, it’ll be fine.”

Both Anzu and Yuzu glance to Momo, smiling and she shrinks slightly, embarassed.

“Is there something I’m missing,” you ask, looking between them. “Momo is coming with us, right?”

“I am,” Momo confirms. “It was just closer than I would’ve liked.”

“Eh, it’s the results that matter,” you shrug. “Who’s even going to look at these grades once you have a degree?”

“It’s a good thing she was part of the Sensha-Do team, you know,” Anzu adds. “Universities eat that stuff up and she was involved with the admin which is great.” The ex-President leans forward and stage whispers. “No one ever wants to do that at a university.”

“Right,” you nod before checking your watch. “Speaking of Sensha-Do, our mighty commander’s birthday is today. Weren’t they planning to do the party here?”

“In the warehouse,” Yuzu corrects. “There’s lots of empty space that isn’t in use, so it’s being done out there.”

“Fitting, huh?” Anzu quips.

“Very,” you reply as you stand. “Shall we go help out?”

“Since we’re in the area,” Anzu sighs dramatically and stretches. She wastes almost a minute before declaring herself done and leading the four of you out of the room.

As expected, you spot Anglerfish team nearby setting up decorations in the unused part of the warehouse. You’re also not surprised to see that Max and Leo have been roped into helping. What you are surprised to see is Saori resolutely blocking any and all attempts by Miho to help.

You decide to walk over, and the second she spots you, Saori spins around to you.

“Fritz! Tell Miho that she’s not allowed to help since it’s her birthday!” Saori orders you.

“Miho, you can’t help since it’s your birthday,” you dutifully repeat.

“Well, I’m ordering you to tell Saori that I will be helping,” Miho replies.

“Uh, Miho will be helping,” you repeat again.

As expected, that solves nothing, and the two are deadlocked.

>Ignore the argument and ask Hana if there’s anything you can do.
>Frog march Miho to a nearby couch to stop her helping.
>Remind Saori it’s Miho’s birthday to do with as she sees fit.
>Write-in

>>5120713
>Ignore the argument and ask Hana if there’s anything you can do.

>>5120713
>>Ignore the argument and ask Hana if there’s anything you can do.

>>5120713
>>Frog march Miho to a nearby couch to stop her helping.

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>Ignore the argument and ask Hana if there’s anything you can do

You look between them and quickly decide that you’re not going to get involved in it anymore. Instead, you walk past them to Hana who’s actually in charge of getting work done.

“What do you need me to do?”

“Come to help?” She asks with a smile. “You could do the runs between here and the kitchens, grab all the food we ordered. You can perhaps take one of the Carro Veloces so you can shuttle it all in one go.”

“Sure, that sounds fine to me,” you reply. You look back to Miho and Saori where Saori is clutching one of Miho’s legs trying to stop her from moving towards one of the tables being put out. “Who do you think is going to win?”

“Saori,” Hana answers without missing a beat. “Miho may be our commander, but she hates to argue. Saori on the other hand, could go at it all day, especially when it comes to something trivial like this.”

“I see,” you look back to them again for a moment. “I’m glad that you’re the President.”

“Oh, stop it, you,” Hana laughs, swatting your arm. “Go grab the food.”

“Aye aye, Prez,” you reply as you head over to the CVs. You wave at the automotive club as you walk past. They’re alternating between working on their tank and watching the proceedings between Miho and Saori.

You fire up the CV and get to work. It’s not very difficult since all you have to do is go to the cafeteria, load up food, take it back, and repeat. It takes a few trips, but you’re soon done, and they manage to finish setting up in the table as well.

“Well done,” Hana coos as she passes you a bottle of water. “Everyone will be arriving soon, why don’t you go wash up quickly?”

>“Who won?”
>“That sounds like a great idea.”
>“I hope you got Anzu to help.”
>Write-in

>>5121047
>“I hope you got Anzu to help.”
>“Who won?”

>>5121047
>>“Who won?”
>“I hope you got Anzu to help.”

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>“Who won?”

Hana smirks and steps out of the way before pointing into the warehouse. You follow her finger and spot Miho glumly sitting on a plastic chair with a party hat, several meters from the nearest decoration being put up.

“She looks rather sad for her birthday,” you reply, slightly worried.

“Don’t tell anyone, but it’s for show,” Hana whispers. “Miho didn’t fight anywhere near as hard as she could. I believe she just felt obligated to help.”

You watch a little longer, and your worry alleviates slightly when you see Leo say something, followed up quickly by Miho – a joke at Saori’s expense if the redness of her cheeks is any indication.

“See,” Hana says, gesturing to Miho laughing with everyone else. “Just for show.”

“Speaking of just for show,” you say as you spot the President dramatically huffing and puffing.

>“I hope you got Anzu to help.”

“Well, I suppose Ex-President Kadotani did,” Hana hums. “Though it was more in co-opting the automotive club into helping than any effort on her own part.”

“Typical,” you sigh. “I suppose that’s better than nothing.”

“I don’t know if the automotive club would agree with you,” Hana replies. “Go relax for a bit. Guest will begin arriving shortly.”

“Sure thing, Prez.”

“Prez,” Hana repeats. “I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to that.”

“Give it time,” you suggest as you walk into the hangar.

You wonder for a moment whether to give Anzu an earful about pressganging the automotive club but decide against it. Instead, you head for Saori, who is busy with the final touches.

“Congratulations on winning,” you say. “I don’t know if I’d be able to talk Miho down.”

“It was never in any doubt!” She declares. You see Yukari and Mako share a look behind her back.

“Regardless, do you know who’s coming?”

“We invited all the friends we made from other schools, but it was at pretty short notice,” Saori replies. “I think Miho invited Alice too.”

As if on cue, you hear someone knocking on the door. “Hey hey! It’s Kay! How are we all doing!?”

>“Should’ve known you’d be the first one to the party.”
>“Where’s the midget?”
>Don’t say anything, prepare for an assault.

>>5121241
>“Should’ve known you’d be the first one to the party.”
>“Where’s the midget?”


>Hana smirks and steps out of the way before pointing into the warehouse. You follow her finger and spot Miho glumly sitting on a plastic chair with a party hat, several meters from the nearest decoration being put up.
>“She looks rather sad for her birthday,” you reply, slightly worried.
>“Don’t tell anyone, but it’s for show,” Hana whispers. “Miho didn’t fight anywhere near as hard as she could. I believe she just felt obligated to help.”
Lmao

>>5121241
>>“Should’ve known you’d be the first one to the party.”
>Prepare for the Assault

>>5121241
>>“Should’ve known you’d be the first one to the party.”
>>“Where’s the midget?”

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>“Should’ve known you’d be the first one to the party.”

“Hehe, what can I say?” Kay laughs. “We love to host parties, we love to go to them!”

>“Where’s the midget?”

“Well, Alisa is right here,” Kay states, moving out of the door and dragging the girl with her. Alisa squawks, at both the unintended insult and the rapid movement, with Naomi following closely behind. “But I don’t think that’s the midget you’re talking about is it?”

“To your right,” Naomi grunts.

You immediately turn and attempt to brace yourself for the expected attack. You hear the tap of feet running on the warehouse floor, followed by a shape jumping out from behind the closest tank.

You only catch a flash of blonde hair before it collides with you.

“Gotcha!” Layla declares. Unfortunately, she doesn’t have you. Thanks to Naomi’s warning, you’re able to spin on the spot and arrest her momentum, leaving Layla hanging off your arms.

“Not quite,” you reply as you reach up to ruffle her hair. She squawks and dives out the way, hitting the floor in a roll before standing a couple of metres away. “I already have Kay to be the annoying older sister! Speaking of, where’s yours?”

“Germany,” you reply, snickering when you watch her face drop.

“Will Rosehip be around?” She asks hopefully.

“Depends on if she bothers coming with Erika not being here.”

“Azusa?”

You point deeper into the warehouse where you last saw Rabbit team and watch her sprint off into it.

“Godspeed,” you chuckle.

By now, the party’s almost in full swing. You can see that people from St. Gloriana’s, Pravda, Saunders and Black Forest have arrived and are already mingling. Outside you can hear a CV.33 – probably Anzio’s as well as see some University selection uniforms.

>Talk to one of your friends from another school. (St.Gs, Pravda, Saunders, Black Forest, Anzio)
>Go say hello to the University contingent.
>Grab the presents then run back to give them to Miho.
>Write-in

>>5121943
>>Go say hello to the University contingent.

>>5121943
>Go say hello to the University contingent.

>>5121943
>>Go say hello to the University contingent.

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>Go say hello to the University contingent.

You decide the first people you should talk to are the members of the university selection team. You weave your way through the rapidly filling warehouse and out to the front where they’re standing. It seems you’ve just missed the small one – Alice if you recall correctly. Instead, you’re greeted by her three lieutenants who you don’t think you’ve met for more than a minute.

“Oh look, it’s the cute one,” the brown haired one giggles.

“Azumi!” The one with glasses hisses. “He’s a kid! You can’t say things like that!”

“We talk about how cute Commander Shimada is all the time,” Azumi replies, brushing off the one with glasses’ concerns. “Besides, he’s joining a university next year, right?”

“Sure am,” you nod.

“And how do you know that Azumi?” The third one with black hair asks. “Isn’t he a bit younger than your usual prey?”

“I’m the one that handed him the invite to Shimofusadai,” Azumi whines. “You’re so mean, Megumi!”

“Hey! It’s your fault I’m assuming!” Megumi fires back. It devolves into a few minutes of rapid-fire Japanese that you’re struggling to keep up with before Azumi ends it by sticking her tongue out.

“Sorry about that,” Azumi huffs turning back to you. “These sticks in the mud are just jealous they weren’t able to poach you for their universities first.”

“I wouldn’t have gone with them anyway,” you reply honestly. “I never considered any other university in Japan.”

“You hear that?” Azumi says, looking at them smugly. “Your universities suck so much he never considered them.”

You decide not to mention that’s because it’s where your girlfriend and several of your friends are heading.

“Any who, we’re just here to drop Alice off,” Megumi says. “We’ll be back tomorrow to get her.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, they’re having a sleepover since it’s Alice’s birthday tomorrow,” Rumi explains. “They’re going to celebrate in the morning or something.”

>Invite them to stay a little longer since they’re already here.
>It’s not your party so probably best not to.

>Head inside and talk to someone already here. (St.Gs, Pravda, Saunders, Black Forest, Anzio)
>See who the latest arrivals are.
>Head inside to get a drink and see who comes to you.
>Retreat to friendly territory. (The Automotive Club, Ex-Student Council)
>Write-in

>>5122745
>>Invite them to stay a little longer since they’re already here.
>>See who the latest arrivals are.

>>5122745
>It’s not your party so probably best not to.
>See who the latest arrivals are.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5122745
>>Invite them to stay a little longer since they’re already here. = 1

>It’s not your party so probably best not to. = 2

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>It’s not your party so probably best not to

You consider stopping them and offering to let them stay a little longer. You don’t think anyone would mind too much if they did. However, at the end of the day it isn’t your party and asking them to wait a moment while you go in to find someone to ask would be a bit awkward. So, you leave it.

>See who the latest arrivals are.

Instead, you turn your attention to whoever’s hiding behind a nearby wall.

“There’s no one else here, it’s safe to come out,” you say.

You’re not at all surprised to see the Jatkosota trio emerge from behind the wall. “Why are you hiding from the University girls?”

“After our last meeting, the wind blew some fruit our way,” Mika replies gesturing to the retreating figures of the university team. “And they are the farmers, trying to reclaim their produce.”

It takes you a second to parse through the metaphor.

“Oh yeah, you stole one of their tanks, didn’t you?” You ask. “One of their Pershings wasn’t it.”

“More like permanently borrowed,” Mikko chips in. “We know it’s not ours, we’re just borrowing it.”

“Rumi is an alumnus of our school,” Aki adds. “She probably knows exactly what happened and if she gets her hands on us…”

“Not going to be pretty. Right,” you finish. “Well, none of those are our tanks, so I suppose it’s none of our business. Shall we head to the party?”

Mika strums her ever present Kantele. “Let’s.”

You lead the lot of them to the warehouse.

“You know, we do still have one of your tanks,” Mikko states. “A T-26 or something?”

Your mind blanks for a moment before you remember the tank they’re talking about.

“Oh yeah! The difference is we gave that one to you.” You look pointedly as Mika, but she shrugs it off.

You’re barely inside the warehouse again before you’re jumped again. This time however, all that happens is your eyes get covered. “Guess who?”

>“Hello, Koume.”
>“Someone who’s been following me around since childhood?”
>“A good friend of my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Erika Itsumi?”
>Write-in

>>5123312
>>“Someone who’s been following me around since childhood?”

>>5123312
>“A good friend of my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Erika Itsumi?”

>>5123312

>“A good friend of my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Erika Itsumi?”

>>5123312

You know that if Koume is around, Erika is also around and possibly nearby.

>“A good friend of my bestest friend in the whole wide world, Erika Itsumi?”

“You’re lucky this fork is plastic,” you hear Erika growl from your left.

“Because that went so well for you last time,” you reply with a grin.

“You know that it’s the reaction they do it for,” Koume sighs and moves her hands out the way. “Besides, everyone knows the threat is empty.”

Erika growls again but can’t deny the accusation. “I’m going to get a drink.”

You watch her as she storms off. “A little mean of you.”

“She’s getting better, but she could stand not to threaten close friends,” Koume shrugs. “Besides, I do it for the reaction too.”

“You’re horrible,” you sigh as Koume bursts out laughing.

“I’m not horrible I’m Koume.”

“Bad puns as well?” You ask, looking at her. “That’s a new one.”

“I’ve been branching out. You can only annoy Erika so much.”

“How have you been enjoying the party?” You decide not to waste anymore braincells on bad jokes.

“Fun,” she replies immediately. “We see people from other schools often at matches or whatever, but so many friends in one place? That’s rare.”

“Is it that rare though?” You ponder allowed. “There have been lots of big things so far.”

“You know what I mean,” Koume sighs, lightly slugging you in the shoulder. “When are you free during the holiday? To hang out?”

“Aren’t we hanging out now?” You grin back. It dies an ugly death to the flat look Koume gives you. “Ok, someone’s serious.”

“Dead serious,” she replies.

>“Friday.” Yuzu’s busy Friday so you’ll probably be free.
>“Tomorrow?” She’s already in the area.
>Write-in

You don’t really have anything planned for the week yet apart from maybe looking in on the Duck team’s tournament on Wednesday.

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>>5123555
>>“Tomorrow?” She’s already in the area.

>>5123555
>>“Tomorrow?” She’s already in the area.
OOC but who would have been our childhood friend based on the other starting options?

>>5123555
>“Friday.” Yuzu’s busy Friday so you’ll probably be free.
I'd rather not compete with possible Yuzu time

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>“Tomorrow?” She’s already in the area.

“Done,” Koume replies immediately. “It’ll be fun to hang out with an old… friend…again.”

“You alright?” You ask, noticing how she faltered at the end of her sentence. She says nothing for a moment, eyebrows furrowed. Suddenly, they’re focused on you.

“You called Erika your bestest friend,” she says it calmly but she’s still staring at you.

“I did…” you trail off.

“Not me.”

“Yes…?”

“I’m going to join Erika,” she declares turning around.

“Isn’t she angry at you?”

“Well, we’re both angry with you,” she snaps before storming off.

“See you tomorrow!” you call after her getting a half wave. That’s confirmation enough when it comes to Koume especially when she’s in a bad mood.

“cepдцeeд. Killer of ladies? No?”

“Almost,” you reply, turning to Klara. “Lady Killer.”

“Enough for government work,” she replies. “How you are finding the party?”

“That’s my line,” you quip, getting a titter of laughter. “Fun, nice to see people I don’t usually get a chance to.”

“Very true!” She laughs. “Much better here than stuffy balls. Dressing up? Is much fun. Fancy ball? Not fun.”

“Oh yeah, you were at Henschel’s event, weren’t you?” You ask, getting a nod from her. “Well, I got a job out of it that paid for university so I’m not complaining.”

“More of a lining of silver than enjoying the event hmm?” Klara suggests. “I remember hearing your crewmate complain. She isn’t here?”

“Heading home,” you reply. “You decided not to go back for the holidays?”

“Is only one week,” she shrugs. “Besides you’re still here.”

“Touche.”

>Ask why she was at that ball if she hates it so much.
>Ask why she came to talk to you.
>Ask her about herself.

>Head inside and talk to someone already here. (St.Gs, Pravda, Saunders, Anzio)
>Head inside to get a drink and see who comes to you.
>Retreat to friendly territory. (The Automotive Club, Ex-Student Council)
>Write-in

[s]Last choice of the party[/s]

>>5123612
>OOC but who would have been our childhood friend based on the other starting options?

I would've rolled from some of the main characters related to each school there was. So for the English background it would've been Darj, Pekoe, Assam, Rosehip or for Russian Nonna, Katy, Klara. etc, etc.

>>5123809

Would we have been able to get a TOG if we were British?

>>5123809
>>Ask her about herself.
>>Head inside to get a drink and see who comes to you.

>>5123809
>Ask why she was at that ball if she hates it so much.
>Ask her about herself.

>Head inside to get a drink and see who comes to you.

>>5123809
>>Ask her about herself.
>Head inside to get a drink and see who comes to you.

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>Ask her about herself.

“So, Klara since you’re here tell me about yourself. Russia has plenty of great schools where they do Sensha-Do, so why come here?”

Klara laughs at that. “It was a…happy accident.”

“Happy accident?” You ask, eyebrow raised. “You can’t just leave me on that.”

“It’s not as interesting a story as it seems,” she chuckles. “One day I drank too much and filled in a form I thought was a sleepover release form. No. It was Pravda enrolment forms, and the contract break fee was too much.”

“’Sleepover release form’?” You prod.

“Boarding school,” she replies, waving her arms around as she speaks. “Form for eating, form for sleeping, form for breathing. Too many forms.”

“And you managed to get drunk at this super strict boarding school and accidentally fill out and submit the entrace forms for Pravda?”


“дa,” Klara smiles. “That is the short and long of it.”

“Well, are you enjoying it at least?” You decide to steer clear of the implausibility of her story. If that’s the one she wants to give that’s fine by you.

“дa,” she says immediately. “Is more fun than I expected. Schoolships are much better than any Russian boarding school.”

“Even though it’s the same thing but on a boat?”

“Is a private city on the boat,” Klara counters. “A lot the same but the difference is a big one.”

You talk with Klara a little longer before she excuses herself to see to something.

>Head inside to get a drink and see who comes to you.

With nothing else to do, you decide to head to the refreshments table. Someone has made a punch and since no one is acting crazy – any crazier than usual you reckon it must be safe so scoop some into a cup to drink.

It’s then that you spot Rosehip nearby. She was at the Unlimited class match yesterday, but you missed her when you left to talk to Erika and Koume.

>Go over to her and discuss the virtues, and or lack of them, of your sister.
>See what she thought of the Unlimited class match.
>Find out if she has any plans for the holiday.
>Write-in

>>5124575
>See what she thought of the Unlimited class match.
>Find out if she has any plans for the holiday.

>>5124575
>>Go over to her and discuss the virtues, and or lack of them, of your sister.
>>Find out if she has any plans for the holiday.

>>5124575
>>Go over to her and discuss the virtues, and or lack of them, of your sister.
Talk about unlimited too.

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>See what she thought of the Unlimited class match.

“Rosehip!” You call to her as you weave your way towards her. Her head snaps up at her name, and her face lights up when she realises it was you who called her.

“Commander Her-”

“Fritz,” you cut her off. “You’ve stayed over at my apartment, and you’re close with my sister. I’d say you can call me Fritz.”

“Fritz,” she repeats. “How’s it going? I didn’t get a chance to talk to you after the Unlimited class! At the beginning it was fun, but at the end Miss Darjeeling was all like ‘Rosehip! Stay still and spot for me.’ And I was like ‘But Miss Darjeeling, speed is life!’ Then she said ‘Rosehip, that’s true for aircraft, please do as you’re asked.’ And look where it got us! Knocked out!”

“So not worth the new tank?” You ask having only got about half of Rosehip’s high-speed rant.

“Not worth the new tank,” she nods. “Give me my Crusader and the ability to move any day!”

>Find out if she has any plans for the holiday.

“Any plans for the holidays? Aside from ranting about incompetent leadership?”

“I never said that!” Rosehip gasps, whipping her head around to make sure no one heard you. “Everyone makes mistakes!”

“Of course, I’m just messing with you,” you reply getting a pout from her. “Your plans?”

“Eh? Not much…I’ll probably head home to help out,” she sighs, rubbing her arm. “Seven brothers you know? A couple are older but a lot needs to be done.”

“Well, you’re stronger than I am,” you reply, clapping her shoulder. “If I had to deal with seven sisters I would have shot myself.”

“Erika’s great,” Rosehip replies immediately.

>Go over to her and discuss the virtues, and or lack of them, of your sister.

“Funny you should mention Erika,” you reply, grinning like a shark. “You know that she’s basically what I would look like if I was a girl.”

“Isn’t that obvious?” Rosehip replies after a moment’s hesitation. “I resemble my brothers?”

“But you see Rosehip, I’m hot as hell,” you grin. “Ergo, so’s Erika.”

It finally dawns on her where you’re going with it and tries to break away, but your hand on her shoulder also functions as an effective clamp.

“Aside from looking like me, she’s also pretty tough you know? Boxes every day. Even if she’s got a bit of a temper.”

“She’s just passionate,” Rosehip responds without thinking. She realises what she’s said a moment later and slowly begins going the colour of her hair.

“Already defending her virtue in her absence,” you tease.

>“Moral of the story is, if you need me a room just let me know so I can change my sheets the day after.”
>“Nice chat, you think about what we’ve just discussed.”
>“You’re a smart girl, you put the pieces together.”
>Write-in

>>5125034
>>“Nice chat, you think about what we’ve just discussed.”

>>5125034
>>“Nice chat, you think about what we’ve just discussed.”
Fritz is gonna give poor Rosehip a heart attack if he says the first option

>>5125034
>“Nice chat, you think about what we’ve just discussed.”

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>“Nice chat, you think about what we’ve just discussed.”

“I uh yeah… I will,” Rosehip promises. You clap her shoulder again once and gently point her in the direction of where the rest of the St. Gloriana’s contingent is located. The party is beginning to wrap up anyway, so they’ll be able to take her back.

You spot Miho and make your way over. “How’s the party been?”

“Great and tiring,” she replies with a huff. “All the friends we make are the best parts of Sensha-Do.”

“Well, at least that means the party was a success, huh?” You say, nudging her. Miho’s about to say something before she’s interrupted by a constant thump-thump-thump.

“There’s a helicopter outside!” Someone cries out. You share a look with Miho and the two of you walk to the door. You have to jostle for position, and you end up next to Anzu who’s struggling to see over everyone else.

“Fritz, a little help?” She asks. You offer her your back which she jumps on to get a better look and the two of you watch it slowly descend.

“A chinook,” you observe. “We don’t own one of those, do we?”

“Not unless the aviation club has been very successful but hasn’t told us,” Anzu mumbles.

“The markings aren’t for any of the schools,” Yuzu adds, appearing next to you with Momo.

“So, who is it?” You ask.

That question’s answered a moment later when the ramp lowers and a figure appears.

“Maho!”
“Commander!”
Miho and Erika cry out in unison. Maho waits for the helicopter to be on the ground before jumping out and beelining to her sister. Maho’s entrance revives the party again for a short while, and you’re soon able to get to her after everyone else has finished greeting her.

>“That was one hell of an entrance.”
>“Germany that bad you’re back after one term?”
>“Good to see you again, Maho.”
>Write-in

>>5123949

I forgot to answer this but yeah if enough people had voted for that.

>>5125217
>“Germany that bad you’re back after one term?”

>>5125217
>>“Germany that bad you’re back after one term?”

>>5125217
>>“Good to see you again, Maho.”
>>“Germany that bad you’re back after one term?”

>>5125401
switching to this

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>>5125217

>“Good to see you again, Maho.”

“And you Fritz,” she replies, delighted. Or at least as delighted as Maho can look. “It is a real pleasure to be back home again.”

>“Germany that bad you’re back after one term?”

“Yes, it’s horrible.”

The blunt delivery catches you off guard, but you notice Maho’s smile a moment later.

“Very funny,” you growl.

“I thought it was,” Maho says. “But no, it’s been fun not to be the best again. There are many high-quality tankers to compete against.”

“Ah, give it a couple months and you’ll be at the top of the food chain again,” you reply.

“That sounds like something Mother would say,” Maho muses.

“She’s not wrong,” you counter, getting a shrug from Maho. “How long are you staying for?”

“Just tonight for Miho’s birthday,” she explains. “I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“You’re heading all the way back?” A nod. “So you came for a single evening?”

“And most of tomorrow,” Maho adds.

“Why not stay for the holiday?” You ask. “Since you’re already here.”

“There is too much to be done in Germany,” she replies. “As you said, in a couple of months I should be the best again. That goal is best served in Germany.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you protest. Unfortunately, it falls on deaf ears and Maho seems to be committed to her course.

You talk to Maho a little longer before she excuses herself to go talk to her sister. The party is winding down anyway, so you take the opportunity to drop Miho’s presents off before heading home.

Tuesday 24th October (Day 190)

That morning, you wake up to a message from Koume reminding you that you’ll be meeting her today and you’ll be sorry if you forget. You decide not to reply for a little bit just to mess with her. She follows up the message informing you today you’ll be...

>…going to the beach.
>…going bowling.
>…going to an airshow.
>Write-in

>>5125902
>…going bowling.

>>5125902
>>…going to an airshow.

>>5125902
>>…going bowling.

>>5125902
>>…going to an airshow.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5125902

>…going bowling. = 1

>…going to an airshow. = 2

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>…going to an airshow.

You nod as you read the message. It’s not something you would’ve expected, but it sounds interesting.

You give her enough time to stew before replying with a single thumbs up. You get a thumbs down for that.

You take a moment to pack some things to take with you – snacks, a picnic blanket, water, before heading out. You send a text to Yuzu letting her know where you’ll be and quickly pop in to say happy birthday to Alice before you leave. Maho is there with them but she’s not enough of a morning person to say much that’s intelligible.

You quickly stop by the warehouse to grab your bike before you leave since you’d rather not rely on public transport, especially if it’s far away.

You get onto land and make your way down to where Black Forest’s carrier is docked. The Nagoya docks are the largest in Japan, meaning several school carriers can be present. Unfortunately, they’re also the busiest, meaning it takes you a while to reach your destination.

“You’re late,” Koume grins at you as you arrive.

“I have to be fashionable,” you quip. She rolls her eyes and climbs onto the back.

“It’s a shame your sister isn’t here as well,” Koume says as she gives you the location. “Then it’d be just like old times.”

“You can take that up with her when she gets back from Germany,” you reply as you check the address. It’s not too far away so after handing Koume the other helmet, you push off.

Traffic is thankfully light. The holiday plus it being mid-morning on a Tuesday mean the roads are relatively empty. That means you’re able to put on the speed and reach the airfield with time to spare.

Koume has thankfully sorted out the logistics, so when you get to the ticket gate, you’re able to get through with ease and after putting your bike away, the two of you head onto the airfield.

“We have some time before the actual show begins,” Koume hums. “Finding a spot probably won’t be a problem so we could have a look around.”

>Make a beeline for the fast jets.
>Head over to the big transport aircraft sitting nearby.
>Rotary aircraft are underappreciated. Go have a gander.
>Write-in

>>5126226
>Rotary aircraft are underappreciated. Go have a gander.

>>5126226
>>Rotary aircraft are underappreciated. Go have a gander.

>>5126226
>>Rotary aircraft are underappreciated. Go have a gander.

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>Rotary aircraft are underappreciated. Go have a gander.

“Shall we have a look at the helicopters?” You ask. “I’ve always thought those are pretty cool.”’

“Not the fast jets?” Koume asks. “I thought those would be more your style?”

“And why is that?” You ask, turning to face her.

“The fact that you’ve souped up your tank so you can blaze off into the sunset? I know about the engine Maho gave you.”

“Nowadays we prefer a more tactical approach,” you reply as the two of you walk. “Taking our time. Getting to a good position. The thinking person’s sport.”

“I didn’t know you did much of that,” Koume says. She said it so nonchalantly that you almost missed it, and when you turn to glare at her she just smiles back.

The walk to the aircraft is a short one. A glance at the areas the other two aircraft types are parked reveals that they’re far more crowded than the rotary area. The helicopters themselves are behind a barrier wall, surrounded by staff.

“Hueys!” You cheer, as you spot the iconic helicopter. “We have some of those!”

“Black Forest is looking into acquiring some utility helicopters too,” Koume nods. “Some JSDF ones are being retired this year and we’re thinking of grabbing some.”

“Ours are useful,” you hum distractedly. “I didn’t know that Japan had any Ospreys.”

“We have about twenty?” Koume replies. “I don’t think those are Japanese though.”

“Why not?”

“On the side there. M-A-R-I-N-E-S,” Koume spells in English.

“Whoops,” you chuckle as Koume bursts out laughing. The two of you get closer to the helicopters. You’re about a hair’s distance from the helicopter when you hear a voice.

“I wouldn’t touch it if I was you, kid,” someone says in English. “Otherwise, I’d have to kill you.”

“Oh, sorry,” you reply. “I like my life.”

“You’re not Japanese,” the person replies. You look up, and you’re face to face with a man that looks triple your age. He squints at you, then looks at Koume, then looks back to you.

“Fritz?” Koume asks. She doesn’t speak English you realise, so all she knows is that you’ve just had a conversation with a rather hostile marine.

We can just g-” you stop talking when he holds out a finger at you. He keeps it there and pulls out his phone. You’re left standing there awkwardly while he taps away at it for a moment.

“[You tank kids?” He finally asks. To which you nod an affirmative. “From that lil upstart school?”

“I am. She’s from Black Forest.”

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“Gunnery Sergeant Hart,” he says with a nod, introducing himself in fluent Japanese. “You kiddies have made me a lot of money.”

“How?” Koume asks, finally able to contribute. “Why didn’t you speak Japanese before?”

“Betting and because I could,” he replies. “Well kiddos, this is Gone Fishing. Greatest helicopter in the Corps.”

>“What makes her so great?”
>“Why is it called ‘Gone Fishing’”
>“You got any cool stories from the Marines?”
>“What are you doing in Japan?”
>“What are the Marines doing at a random airshow?”
>Write-in

>>5126448
>“What makes her so great?”
>“What are the Marines doing at a random airshow?”
>“What are you doing in Japan?”
>“Why is it called ‘Gone Fishing’?”

>>5126483
+1, you can't just dangle all this in front of us and not expect us to bite, boss.

>>5126448
Supporting >>5126483

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>“Why is it called ‘Gone Fishing’?”

Koume beats you to that one. She looks like she’s just as confused as you are.

“Heh, that’s a funny one, kiddo,” Hart chuckles. “It was years back, during one of my first deployments to Japan with her. Shit it was one of her first deployments too. We had just dropped off a Force Recon rigid boat as part of a training exercise. Just as we’re about to pull up, a whole shoal of flying fish leaps out the water and into the back! She smelt like burnt fish for weeks.”

“That sounds like it sucked,” you say getting a solemn nod.

>“What makes her so great?”

“What makes her so great?” Hart scoffs. “Gone Fishing has done it all kid! Special forces insertion, combat drops, air-to-air refuelling. Hell, we carried a President once for five minutes. In fact, you see here?”

He points to a single tally mark next to the cockpit.

“We sank a North Korean submarine. Only combat kill on a sub since the 1970s.”

>“What are the Marines doing at a random airshow?”

“Well, the official story is that we’re here building relations and goodwill with the locals.” He chuckles. “Actual story is that we need some flight hours or our CO will be breathing down my ass.”

>“What are you doing in Japan?”

“Me? We’ll I’ve been a PACOM marine my entire career, so I’ve been based here most of my career. Spend enough time in a foreign place, and I guess you pick things up.”

“Like Japanese,” Koume states.

“Like Japanese,” he nods. “What about you two?”

You give him the abbreviated story – grew up in Germany, came to Japan on a scholarship, and saving for university. Koume’s is pretty similar with the notable exception of growing up in Germany.

“Yeah, that’s good, go to university,” he grunts. “I love everything I’ve done, but not continuing my education is one big regret.” He looks lost in thought for a moment before he shakes himself out of it. “Anyway, we’re taking off about midway through the event. You’re welcome to come back then.”

>Head for the fast jets.
>Have a look at the massive transport aircrafts.
>Find the perfect spot to sit and watch the beginning of the show.
>Write-in

>>5127594
>Find the perfect spot to sit and watch the beginning of the show.

>>5127594
>>Find the perfect spot to sit and watch the beginning of the show.

>>5127594
>>Find the perfect spot to sit and watch the beginning of the show.

>>5127594
>>Find the perfect spot to sit and watch the beginning of the show.

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“Of course, thank you for talking to us,” Koume replies with a smile.

“It’s nothing, kid. See you in a few,” Gunnery Sergeant Hart says, waving you off. “Go enjoy the show. I’ll see you later.”

>Find the perfect spot to sit and watch the beginning of the show.

That’s exactly what you intend to do. The two of you take your stuff and begin to make your way back to the main field for the best view of the show.

Contrary to the amount of traffic you saw on the way in, there are a lot of people present, more than enough to fill the field to the point you must compete for a good spot to watch all the aircraft.

Thankfully, there’s only two of you, so you’re able to find a spot to squeeze in and put down the picnic blanket.

“What do you think they’re going to send out first?” Koume asks as she makes herself comfortable.

“The heavy aircraft I reckon,” you say after a moment to think. “We were told that the rotary aircraft were going in the middle, and they’ll save the best for last right? Meaning the fast jets will go last.”

“Or, they’ll go together, and Gone is scheduled for some where in the middle.”

“What makes you say that?” You ask. Koume points into the distance where you can see one of the transport aircraft lining up. Slightly behind it you can see several jets also lining up. In front of them, however, is a single Blackhawk taking off.

“Interesting,” you murmur as you observe the procession. Of the large aircraft you can see what looks like a C-17 flanked by a pair of Navy Hornets. Even further back are a several F-15s though you can’t tell whether they’re Japanese or American.

>“What’s your favourite aircraft?”
>“Any clue what that Blackhawk is for?”
>“Are there any classic aircraft coming up?”
>Write-in


May not be another update tonight since I'm a bit tired. We'll see though.

>>5128058
>“Are there any classic aircraft coming up?”
>“Any clue what that Blackhawk is for?”

>>5128058
>>“Are there any classic aircraft coming up?”
>>“What’s your favourite aircraft?”

>>5128081
+1

>>5128058
>>“Are there any classic aircraft coming up?”

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>“Are there any classic aircraft coming up?”

“There’d better be,” Koume huffs. “What’s the point of an airshow if it doesn’t have any classic aircraft?”

That takes you by surprise, and you turn to look at her. “I didn’t realise you had such strong opinions on airshow composition.”

“It’s for good reason,” Koume retorts. “Go to any military base and you can see all these new planes, but the old ones barely ever fly. Any airshow worth its salt should have some.”

“Well, from what little I know, this is meant to be a show worth its salt, right?”

“Yep.”

“So there should be some old planes?”

“I’m hoping for a Zero,” Koume replies. “I heard rumours of European planes being brought in but whether they’ll be shown today, who knows?”

>“Any clue what that Blackhawk is for?”

“Hmm,” Koume ponders the question, stroking a non-existent beard. “Either for photos or to help coordinate the whole thing.”

“That makes sense. I can’t imagine its easy directing an event like this,” you nod. “Pictures are good for publicity as well.”

Further conversation is cut off as the jets close in. The C-17 rolls past and the two of you cover your ears as it lumbers down the runway. It seems to barely get off the ground before the end of the concrete, gently climbing into the sky.

The fighters have no such issue. The five of them streak down the runway, going almost perpendicular as they take off. You attempt to keep track of all of them, and fail miserably as they streak up into the clouds.

“You know, you’d think you’d be able to see the aircraft at an airshow,” you quip to Koume.

“Just wait,” she laughs.

Her point is proven a moment later when all five of them streak back out of the clouds, towards the lumbering C-17. You can’t help but feel sorry for the pilot as he gets buzzed five times – once by each of the jets.

There are other tricks too – close formation flying with all of the aircraft in the air involved, a mock dogfight between an F/A-18 and an F-15 – at least that’s what Koume tells you. As far as you can tell it might as well be an aerial game of chicken but it’s an entertaining watch. They continue the routine a bit longer, with a pair of F-16s joining them. Eventually they come down and you have a short intermission before the next display.

>Gunny Hart told you to come back part way through, go do that.
>Have a look around for those classic planes you know should be close.
>Have a gander at one of the other kinds of planes (Fast Jets/Large)
>Write-in

>>5129352
>Gunny Hart told you to come back part way through, go do that.

>>5129352
>>Gunny Hart told you to come back part way through, go do that.

>>5129352
>>Gunny Hart told you to come back part way through, go do that.

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>Gunny Hart told you to come back part way through, go do that.

“Hey Koume,” you begin, prodding her. “Should we go see Gunnery Sergeant Hart?”

“Why? Oh! Yeah, he said to come back, didn’t he?” Koume realises. “Lets get going then!”

The two of you quickly repack all your stuff and make your way back to the rotary area. When you get there, it’s far busier than it was before the show. Helicopters are being marshalled and moved around, ready for the show.

Gone Fishing is no exception and as you approach you watch the engines being rotated up then back down. Gunny Hart notices you as you approach and waves you over.

“Good to see you again, kiddos!” Hart shouts over the background noise. “Gone Fishing is going to be the lead helo for the next part of the demonstration, so we’re warming her up! We can’t take you all the way up with us, but we’re going around the field a couple of times to make sure she’s in perfect condition and could use the extra weight!”

“Is that an offer!?” Koume shouts back.

“Damn right it is!” He replies, marching towards Fishing’s rear ramp. You share a look with Koume before both of you scramble to follow him. You’re let into the area by a surly looking MP and you drop your stuff in Gone Fishing’s crew area.

The inside of the Osprey is rather claustrophobic, and that’s not helped by all the boxes stacked outside.

“Help me load this stuff,” Gunny Hart orders. It’s not too difficult. A life of moving shells and spare tracks around makes the boxes an easy lift, especially with Koume’s help. You’re soon done and Gunny Hart secures the boxes before handing the two of you pairs of over-ear headphones.

“So, we don’t have to shout,” his voice crackles through the headphones. “Strap in, kiddos. Take the seats closest to the ramp.”

>“What’s in the boxes?”
>“Don’t you usually have a crew for this?”
>“How far are we going to go?”
>“Do we get parachutes?”
>Write-in

>>5129677
>“Don’t you usually have a crew for this?”

>>5129677
>>“What’s in the boxes?”

>>5129677
>>“Don’t you usually have a crew for this?”
>>“What’s in the boxes?”

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>“Don’t you usually have a crew for this?”

“Usually I do,” Hart grumbles back. “Unfortunately, all the sons of bitches are either on leave or off chasing skirt. Dumbasses don’t even speak the language and they think they stand a chance.”

“You don’t seem to rate their chances very highly,” Koume observes.

“I’ve been based in Japan for over a decade, on and off. I’ve seen it all before,” he explains. “Had to sign for far too many who end up getting arrested.”

>“What’s in the boxes?”

“Camera equipment,” he replies. “We’re going to pick up some Navy photographers when we drop you off. We load up all their crap now, so they can sort it out while they’re in the air and don’t waste any time.”

You nod at the answer and lean back against the wall. The Osprey is moving fast, banking slightly left as it circles the display field. The ramp is still open, and out of it you alternatively see the sky or the ground with all the spectators watching. You glance over at Koume and from the look on her face, you can tell she’s having a blast.

“What’s that?” Koume asks, pointing off into the distance. You can’t see what she’s talking about, but Hart walks over to her and squints in the same direction.

“About time they got here,” he replies after a moment’s examination. You don’t get a chance to ask what he means as the speck rapidly turns into a pair of fighter planes.

One is a Super Hornet – the same kind you saw take off not to long ago. The other however is a prop plane. You can’t quite place it, but Koume can.

“A Corsair!” She gasps. “And they’re heading towards us!”

“Looks like you’re in luck,” Hart grunts. “Fighter jockeys love to harass us helo drivers so you’ll be able to get a closer look.”

His words are prophetic, and seconds after he says it, the two planes reach Gone Fishing. They’re close enough that you can see the pilots – one even waves back to Koume.

“Take a picture!” Koume orders, throwing her phone at Hart. He lets out a string of curses as he fumbles with it. He manages to get the picture though, and you have another couple of seconds view of the two warbirds before they peel away and head down.

The ride lasts a little longer as the pilot finds comes into land. It wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things – maybe ten minutes long but it felt like a lot longer.

“Here,” you hand Hart the headphones back but he refuses.

“They’re old. Going to be destroyed in a couple of weeks. Keep ‘em as a souvenir and I’ll write it off as a loss during flight.”

>Find somewhere to get a bite to eat and listen to Koume go on about it.
>Fight for the best position to watch the rest of the show.
>Send pictures to your sister so she knows exactly what she’s missing.
>Write-in

>>5130375
>Find somewhere to get a bite to eat and listen to Koume go on about it.
>Send pictures to your sister so she knows exactly what she’s missing.

>>5130375
>>Find somewhere to get a bite to eat and listen to Koume go on about it.
>>Send pictures to your sister so she knows exactly what she’s missing.

>>5130375
>>Find somewhere to get a bite to eat and listen to Koume go on about it.
>>Send pictures to your sister so she knows exactly what she’s missing.

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You land and reclaim your stuff before Gone Fishing takes off again.

>Find somewhere to get a bite to eat and listen to Koume go on about it.

“You hungry?” You ask Koume as you start to feel the energy you’ve expended today. She doesn’t reply though, too busy watching Gone Fishing as it disappears into the sky. “I’m just going to assume you are.” You declare. You hook an arm through hers and begin yanking her in the direction of the main field.

You soon find somewhere to eat. There’s not much to it – it’s just a food truck with some stools nearby you can sit on. It’s enough for now however, and after obtaining some questionable looking hot dogs, the two of you are able to sit down and you’re able to listen to Koume gush.

“It was great! I can’t believe that we got a chance to go up in one of the aircraft! Even if it was an Osprey!”

“You have a problem with Ospreys?” You ask between bites.

“No! Of course not!” She gasps. “It’s just that there are far better helicopters out there, you know?”

“What would Gunny Hart say?” You tease. Koume’s eyes widen, and she tries to protest. Unfortunately, the combination of trying to eat and talk at the same time causes some of the hot dog to go down the wrong hole and you end up having to pat her back as she coughs half of it out.

While Koume recovers, you retrieve her phone and send a copy of the picture Gunny Hart took to yourself.

>Send pictures to your sister so she knows exactly what she’s missing.

You then forward it to Erika along with a couple of other pictures and videos of the things you’ve seen so far.

She promptly responds with a middle finger emoji, meaning you’ve done your job perfectly.

“Bleh, hot dog wasn’t very good anyway,” Koume grumbles as she swigs a bottle of water. “Let’s head back to the field. Is there anything that you want to see in particular?”

>“Like you said, I’m holding out for a Zero.”
>“I want to see if they have anything bigger than a C-17 laying around.”
>“The fast jets. Gotta be the fast jets.”
>Write-in

>>5130968
>“Like you said, I’m holding out for a Zero.”

>>5130968
>>“I want to see if they have anything bigger than a C-17 laying around.”

>>5130968
>>“The fast jets. Gotta be the fast jets.”

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>All of them.

“Well, to be honest, all of them are really cool,” you reply. “I want to see all of them – the classic planes, the transports, the fighter jets – every single one.”

“Planes are very cool,” Koume nods sagely. “I want to see a Zero though.”

“You already mentioned,” you reply. The two of you stand and you throw down some cash to pay for the food you’ve eaten. Then, the two of you begin to make your way back to the main field. You’ve missed a little bit of the show while waiting, but you can still see Gone Fishing up in the air, well ahead of a mixed flight of planes.

“The Corsair and Super Hornet we saw earlier are still up,” Koume says, watching them. “I think I see a Thunderbolt and a Harrier as well.”

“That seems about right, nice spotting,” you reply, as if you know as much as Koume does. She isn’t fooled and you see her rolling her eyes.

“Thanks for confirming, professor,” she giggles. “Let’s find somewhere to sit.”

You’re able to find a good spot quickly – close to your original position. You sit down and make yourself comfortable to watch the planes overhead.

“They’ve brought out so many WW2 planes already,” Koume begins.

“They sure have,” you nod along.

“But not a Zero yet.”

“I’ve seen zero.”

“Where!?” Koume demands, frantically looking around. She realises a moment later you’re teasing her and hits you with an evil look before sighing and dropping it. “Do you think they don’t have any?”

“They are bringing them out in waves,” you point out.

“But surely they’d have brought it out by now!”

“Maybe they’re saving the best for last?” You offer.

“What’s that noise?” You wonder aloud as you hear something. “It sounds a lot…stringier than the American planes we’ve heard so far.”

“That is a Zero!” Koume huffs. “You show some respect!”

You hold your hands up in surrender as she glares at you for a split second before turning her attention back to the plane. “Man, I wish we were still up there.”

>“We hit a jackpot being able to go up at all.”
>“I take it the Zero is your favourite aircraft.”
>“Any reason that you like it so much?”
>Write-in

Sorry about the delay, I was ill all morning and had some DIY to do in the afternoon

>>5132428
>>“I take it the Zero is your favourite aircraft.”
>>“Any reason that you like it so much?”

>>5132428
>“We hit a jackpot being able to go up at all.”
>“Any reason that you like it so much?”

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>“Any reason that you like it so much?”

“It’s a national symbol,” Koume murmurs distractedly. “There’s only two flying in the whole world, and only one in Japan! The country that made them!”

“Well, that makes it something special to see,” you admit as you watch it trace lazy circles in the sky. “It doesn’t explain why you’re such a big fan of it though.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure that my great-grandfather flew them during the war, so that’s one reason,” Koume explains. “Aside from that, they’re just cool, you know? Reading about how great they were… at least in the early part of the war.”

“Obselete huh? I guess that’s how it is with all technology,” you muse.

“Thinking of tanks at an airshow?” Koume teases, never taking her eyes off the planes.

“Me? I would never!” You retort dramatically. That gets a laugh out of her and you soon settle into a comfortable silence as you watch the planes zip about above you.

Eventually, it begins to get dark. There’s no point of being at an air show if you can’t see the planes and people begin to leave. You and Koume follow their lead, packing everything back up and heading back into port on your bike. It’s slower going thanks to it being dark and the traffic leaving the air show, but you soon make it back.

“That was fun,” Koume says as she climbs off the back of your bike. “Thank you for coming with me.”

“Any time for you,” you reply. “I don’t think I’ll be forgetting today anytime soon.”

“A one-of-a-kind day,” Koume smiles back. She leans down to hug you, which you return with one arm before turning away and walking back to her ship. You wait till she makes it onto the ship and is checked in by a member of their student council before turning around and heading back to Ooarai.

Wednesday 25th October (Day 191)

>Grab breakfast with (Yuzu/The ex-Council) and find out what they’re going to be doing today.
>Ask Duck team for more information on their tournament.
>Find out what another group is doing today. (Who?)
>Write-in

>>5133311
>Grab breakfast with Yuzu and find out what they’re going to be doing today.

>>5133311
>>Grab breakfast with (Yuzu/The ex-Council) and find out what they’re going to be doing today.
Text the ducks about their tournament.

>>5133311
>>Grab breakfast with (Yuzu/The ex-Council) and find out what they’re going to be doing today.

>>5133311
Supporting >>5133387

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>Grab breakfast with (The ex-Council) and find out what they’re going to be doing today.
>Text the ducks

Once again, you wake up later than you usually do, and once again that’s no real problem since it’s the holiday and you have almost nothing important to attend to. Almost being the key word. You grab your phone and send a message to Yuzu, asking if her and the council are free to have breakfast.

You get a quick reply. Yuzu suggests a spot on the schoolship in about half an hour. That’s plenty of time for you to shower, change, get ready, feed Otto, and make your way over. As you walk, you text the Ducks about their tournament and they quickly send back the details – lots of schools, several matches each, all day today.

You spot the ex-council easily, sitting at a table just outside of small café you never noticed before. They have a spread of pastries in front of them as well as a pot of something.

“Hello all,” you greet them as you sit next to Yuzu. You accept a kiss from her before you get to work stealing and eating all the pastries on the table.

“Hello to you too,” Yuzu replies. “Did you have fun yesterday?”

“I did,” you reply, handing her your phone. “You can see for yourself.”

Yuzu takes it and begins scrolling through the photos as the other two crowd around it to look as well.

“You went up inside a helicopter? How’d you manage that?” Momo asks.

“Good luck honestly,” you reply. “Right place, right time, right person.”

Momo and Anzu start to snicker, and you see Yuzu going red, so you snatch your phone back.

“Fritz…” Yuzu whines to the snickers of the other two.

“Sorry,” you shrug, kissing her on the cheek. “What are you guys planning on doing today?”

“Well, the only big event is the Ducks’ tournament, so we were considering showing up to support them,” Anzu says.

“On the other hand, they’re in Tokyo, so we could take the opportunity to go shopping first then catch the finals. It’s not often we get an excuse to go into the capital.”

“Or we could visit a nearby shrine festival,” Yuzu says. “It’ll be a bit like the festivals we’ve already had. Except with more fire.”

>Go support the Ducks.
>Go do shopping, then support the Ducks.
>The shrine festival sounds fun.
>Write-in

>>5134271
>Go do shopping, then support the Ducks.

We need to be making time for specifically Yuzu.

>>5134271
>>Go do shopping, then support the Ducks.

>>5134271
>>Go do shopping, then support the Ducks.

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>Go do shopping, then support the Ducks.

“Do we know that they’re going to make it to the finals?” You ask.

“Definitely,” Anzu replies immediately. “I don’t think that any other team at their level can hold a candle to them.”

“Right, because it would be awkward to turn up to cheer them on after they’ve been knocked out.”

“As far as I can tell they’ve already made it through,” Momo chips in. You see her scrolling through something on her phone. “They only need to win a single extra match before the finals and its against a team that are effectively nobodies.”

“That makes me feel a bit more secure in that then,” you nod. “Whenever the three of you are ready?”

They share a look before Anzu nods and stands. “Let’s get this show on the road!”

“You got it, boss,” you say as you stand up. You take a moment to stretch before helping Yuzu up. “Let’s head out.”

So, you do. The ship isn’t exactly docked in Tokyo, but it’s close enough to it, and there’s a high enough concentration of schoolships docked to make a shuttle bus service there and back a viable option.

Traffic is thankfully light, so you’re able to make it in good time. The council almost burst out the bus doors as soon as they open and you have to speed walk to keep up.

“Tokyo Midtown,” Anzu sighs. “It’s been too long.”

“You’ve been here before?” You ask.

“All of us did, a few years ago,” Yuzu says. “It has everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything,” Momo confirms. “Or close enough to it. Anything you’re looking forward too?”

>“Not carrying a lot of shopping?”
>“I want to see if they have any Tankery stuff.”
>“I’m looking forward to watching Yuzu try on new clothes.”
>Write-in

>>5134826
>>“Not carrying a lot of shopping?”

>>5134826
>“Not carrying a lot of shopping?”
hahahahahahaha
>“I’m looking forward to watching Yuzu try on new clothes.”
to let her know she's still #1 girl to us

>>5134835
+1
That line about the other volleyball team being "nobodies" is very concerning though.

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>“Not carrying a lot of shopping?”

You can almost here the crickets chirping as you say that.

“Hmm, that’s quite something to be looking forward too,” Yuzu says. “Almost unrealistic, I would say. What do you think girls?”

“Unrealistic bordering on impossible,” Anzu replies, nodding sagely. “I think you should aim lower next time.”

“Well, shoot for the moon so if you fall, you’ll land in the stars, right?” Momo adds.

“Ha. Ha,” you say, making sure all three of them know exactly how unfunny they’re being. “At least I’ll be able to watch Yuzu try on new clothes.”

“Fritz…” She whines as she goes red. Anzu is howling with laughter, and you can see Momo hiding a smile as well. “You shouldn’t say things like that in public!”

“Well, I have to search for the silver lining in all this, right?” You offer. That gets a huff out of Yuzu and a thump in the shoulder, but you don’t miss how that hand slides down your arm and grabs your hand. You’re happy to hold it for her.

The four of you make your way into the shopping centre. You’re content to let the girls decide where they want to go and just follow them around, especially since there’s nothing you really need to buy anyway.

Unfortunately for your arms, it seems like clothes shopping is the first thing they want to do. You’re dragged into a department store and ordered to stay at the ready while they go and do their ‘important business’. You’re not particularly sure how important it really is, or how much you want to stay put in a spot with bad mobile data.

>Stay put.
>Follow Yuzu around and give your opinions on anything picked out.
>Follow the President around and annoy her.
>Follow Momo around and see what she’s picking up.
>Write-in

>>5135504
>Stay put.

>>5135504
>>Stay put.

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>Stay put.

You were told to stay put so with no better options, that’s what you decided to do. You spot an unoccupied bench and take a seat. You last all of a few minutes before you dig your phone out and start to scroll through it. You’ve been on similar trips with your sister and despite not being the girliest girl she often takes a while. You dread to think how long it’ll take Yuzu, Momo and Anzu to all be done.

“Commander Hermann!? What are you doing here!?”

You look up at the voice, and you see Aya gaping down at you.

“Waiting,” you reply. “You?”

“We’re here to support Duck team, but Yuuki wanted to shop first so we came out here,” Aya explains.

“The Council had the same Idea,” you chuckle. “Well, ex-Council. What are the chances huh?”

“Well, it seems like a pretty slim one, but since we’re both in the city for the same thing, it makes sense we’d both head towards a shopping centre close by,” she muses.

“And after that there’s only so many shopping centres and so many shops, right?” You finish.

“Yeah!” Aya cheers before sitting down and sliding up next to you. “So, is there anything you’re hopping the VP, er. Ex-VP will buy. I could show up and give her some ‘fashion advice’ if you know what I mean.”

You’re about to answer, when Yuuki bursts through a nearby clothes rack. “Aya, what are you- ohmygod! Commander Hermann! Hi! What are you doing here?”

“I’m waiting for the ex-Council to finish gathering clothes,” you reply.

“Oh em gee! How cute! I need a boyfriend as whipped as you.”

>“Ouch.”
>“I am not whipped, I’m here out of my own free will.”
>“Good luck finding one.”
>Write-in

>Don’t respond to Aya’s offer.
>Do respond and suggest something. (What?)
>Politely decline Aya’s help.
>Write-in

>>5136142
>“I am not whipped, I’m here out of my own free will.”
>Politely decline Aya’s help.
Can't think of anything. Might change if someone can think of something we'd want Yuzu to wear.

>>5136142
>>“I am not whipped, I’m here out of my own free will.”

>>Don’t respond to Aya’s offer.