Greetings from SeekerMeeker.
So, I decide to try another M-rated story, so you are warned.
This will show blood, gore etc. typical of battles.
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Krieg und Kombat
By SeekerMeeker
Chapter 1: What a Mess
"What a mess."
A very tall, robust girl watched, her hips swaying with some swagger. She watched on top of a hill, as a battle ensued in the distance. Two sides clashed, in a style that appears to be a mixture of both medieval and modern warfare. Both sides had infantry soldiers into each other, swords and bayonets raised. Both sides had tanks that rumbled, firing and charging into each other. Metals grinded against metals, and even more vehicles rammed into each other. In the distance, multiple cannons fired, raining down their own shells. Multiple explosions erupted, followed by hundreds and thousands of bodies and shrapnel falling all around.
The girl on the hill lowered her binoculars, and smiled.
"It really is enjoyable," she remarked. "Too bad that our Virago, our leaders, cannot directly fight. They have to stay away from the battle."
She then looked up through her binoculars. Girls as tall and robust as her clashed into each other, stabbing each other with bayonets, slashing each other with swords, and smashing each other with the butts of their rifles. Most, however, were firing from a distance, and multiple girls fell down to the ground.
"According to our Virago," she said to herself. "We Senshazons are cursed by some guy, who used an Arkfall, a mysterious artifact of sort, cursing us to fight against each other. Well, the good thing is that we all do it voluntarily, better than that thing called international politics."
She then tidied herself, her combat suit looking like some futuristic outfit, or something more appropriate for an anime cosplay convention. However, it was clearly designed for warfare.
"So this is war," the girl remarked, as she took out what looked like a water bottle, but sleek and fashionable. She drank from it, and then threw it.
BOOM!
"Thank you for being there," she said sincerely, as she turned around to bow at the corpse of another girl, as tall and robust as she was. That girl was trying to sneak upon her, but the girl on the hill already sensed her. The girl on the hill then pretended to not notice, then took out a container that was both a water bottle and a grenade. It activated upon her drinking it.
"Alright," she stretched. "Let's activate my suit's defense mechanisms before-ugh!"
She groaned, as a bullet went through her temple, and collapsed unto the ground. A stream of blood cascaded out of her blood, as another girl stood over her.
"You should watch your back," the girl with the rifle remarked, as she looted the corpse. "Hmm, she looks beautiful. Pity that I had to kill her, but Krieg is Krieg."
She then got up, and checked her findings. She got a whole backpack, full of everything that a soldier needed in battle, and more. She took out what looked like a tablet computer, and smiled.
"Zon," she spoke. "This will-"
WHOOSH!
Multiple objects flew away, as a single 155-mm shell sped by. All that remained were her legs and her groin, with some intestines and lower organs still intact. The lower body twitched, then fell down.
"Infantry down," a tank commander shouted, as her tank rumbled through.
"Zon," a new infantry soldier whistled, as she walked with the tank. "This is fun!"
The girls then continued through, shooting and marching. Two of them then went to the dead bodies, and searched them.
"Take some loot as per the Senshazon honor code," the commander of the tank spoke, as her tank rumbled. "But I have to admit, this is fun."
"Zon," a brunette sighed, as she watched from a distance far away, so that no shell could land. "Had it not been for them, it would have been no fun."
She stood on the edge of a mountain, on a scenic viewpoint. On top of a futuristic tank, she watched the battlefield with her combat headgear, which was like a combat helmet, but stylized as a set of futuristic tiara and headphones with advanced systems.
"It's not your fault," another said, joining her as she popped out of her station in the tank. She had orange hair, and wore a tiara that looked like from a princess film.
"I know," she said. "All this happened, because somebody made a very bad wish. An Arkfall, which comes once every century, landed in the wrong hands. This one contained a genie, and a particularly stupid guy made a wish, declaring that we Senshazons will kill each other. Why he did such, I don't know. However, the summoned genie smiled, and knew that we are noble at heart, and actually cared about us."
"And that genie was the real good guy," another girl said, as she joined the two; she sported fluffy hair. "That genie came to us, warning us about the wish. He told us that while he cannot reverse the curse, he is able to pull the strings, convincing the stupid guy to make a set of rules, which has loopholes that allow us to mitigate the curse."
"That evil dude sounds like Renta Tsuji," the orange-haired girl remarked, as the girls shivered in response. "Sorry, I had to say that."
"At least the genie was both kind and understanding," the brunette sighed. "Whoever he was, he was definitely a good genie."
"What were the exact rules?" another said as she joined; she was the tallest, with her long, black hair tied into a ponytail.
"It's simple," the leader said. "One: we Senshazons have to fight against each other. However, that rule is mitigated, in which the genie convinced the granter to grant us a wide variety of boons, which render us superhuman."
"Aren't we already overpowered?" one of the girls asked.
"We were," the leader replied. "But the boons allow us to fight without destruction of our civilizations. The special boons also prevent economic collapse and other bad things that occur from war. The first rule essentially turns out Senshadou matches into Krieg matches."
"And," she continued. "Two: we Virago do not have to join the fight, and we are not traumatized by the Krieg matches. We direct them, and we do not suffer from..."
She scratched her head.
"PTSD," the girl with fluffy hair said. "That thing that real soldiers suffer from. We don't have that, because the genie convinced the guy to grant us immunity, claiming that we fight better without it."
"Good thing!" the orange-haired girl said with a sigh. "If not, then..."
The girls shook their heads. They did not want to think about that.
"Yes," the brunette, who was the leader, said. "But it's creepy, but last but not least. Ahem. Three: the curse only affects us, so that we don't have to worry about going to war with non-Senshazon factions."
"In other words," the smallest of the girls whispered, coming out. "We Senshazons simply converted our Senshadou matches, which involved only tanks without casualties, into Krieg matches, in which we wage more realistic war efforts."
"Correct," the leader said with a sigh. "But it's disturbing; we are not horrified by the battles, but we can feel what would have been..."
She shivered.
"That's why we Virago are spared," the smallest girl said. "But our girls have to fight against others...our friends."
The girls nodded grimly. Sure, they were Senshazons, not Humans. However, they were descended from Humans, so that they could tell what could have been.
Suddenly, the leader's tiara rang.
"Darjeeling-san!" the leader cried, as she answered.
"My apology if our girls have to kill yours," Darjeeling's voice echoed. "But it's weird...we technically don't lose any, because we easily repopulate."
"It feels more like a video game," the leader answered her. "And you don't have to apologize; our girls volunteered to fight, and they know that their sacrifice is worth it."
"And you take it well," Darjeeling spoke. "I have to admit; it's really you whom I should thank, Miho-san."
Miho blushed.
"Huh?"
"The genie likes you," Darjeeling said. "He even came to me, admitting that."
The girls stared, shocked.
"But why me?" she asked. "I am not more special than you all."
"Maybe he learned about your past and what you did," Darjeeling said. "Which is what I believe convinced him to pull the strings. He's still genie, but even he has standards. He cannot disclose that guy's name, the monster who...created this curse. However, he did tell us that he will eventually appear."
"And when he does," the orange-haired girl said, cracking her knuckles. "He will have to answer to his crimes."
"And I am willing to pull the trigger," the tallest girl spoke with a serious face. "But he should be glad that the genie is a...a..."
"Backstabber or double agent of sort," Miho replied. "And yes, the man who made the wish will have to answer to the curse."
"Hopefully he will," Darjeeling said. "Ah, before I go, Miho-san, have you heard the saying?"
Miho listened.
"There is a time for everything," she spoke.
"That's from the Ecclesiastes 3:1 of the Bible," a softer voice spoke.
"Don't worry," Miho said, with a smile. "We'll get through this."
They all looked in the distance. Their forces continued to slam into their friends' forces, in a battle that was technically an adult version of the Senshadou matches that they were used to.
"Krieg und Kombat," Miho said. "What a mess."
Yes, this time, there will gore, blood, violence, and other M-rated stuff. The title says it all
"Krieg" is German for "war," while the "Kombat" is inspired by "Mortal Kombat." You can tell what I intend.
Let me know what M-rated topics you want me to explore.
If you are curious about how the first girl in her combat suit looks, she is loosely inspired by the YouTuber mikeymegamega's video "How To Draw FEMALE FULL BODY PROPORTIONS & HEAD RATIO FOR ANIME MANGA." The Senshazons are meant to look more like very sexy amazons, rather than normal women.
In general, I will explain more about this world later. This chapter is meant to give you all a taste of this story's nature.
And yes...I got partial inspiration from that infamous doujin...you know what I mean.
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Thank you, and panzer vor. Or krieg vor.