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Strike Witches: Mini Adventures

Chapter 1: Lucchini and the Bugle

Request filled for: N/A

Place: 501st Base in Romagna

Time: Anime Season Two

From grabbing other girls' breasts to riding with a fish underwater, Francesca Lucchini is always finding something fun to do. The week she found a Bugle, was the week nobody slept in.

Lucchini was wondering the halls of the base and came across a room full of odd equipment. Being as curious as can be, she looked around to make sure nobody was watching her before slipping into the room and closing the door behind her.

She found a trove of oddities ranging from old muskets to boxes of old ammunition to old swords used mainly by commanding officers that would call orders to their troops while mounted on a horse.

Among these oddities, she found a bugle, and was immediately fascinated. Out of a mix of curiosity and excitement, she held it up to her mouth and blew into it.

She did not expect much from it, but was still happy with her new toy. She immediately slipped out of the room and ran to hide it at the ground under the tree in which she usually napped.

Early the next morning, she jumped down from her tree and grabbed the bugle. She looked around to make sure nobody was outside. The only person awake was Mio, who was down at the shore practicing with her Reppumaru.

The coast was clear, so Lucchini snuck back inside. As she walked through the base, several ideas popped into her head. Perhaps the most mischievous amongst them would get her in trouble if she was caught, but she wanted to try it anyway.

She ran to the hallway with everyone's room and started marching with the Bugle held up to her mouth. She blew. She did not get it perfect, but she did manage to play the morning wake up call.

As she marched down the hallway, she heard thumps from the other witches falling out of their beds. As soon as she had reached her nervous limit, she sprinted down the hall and snuck back outside to hide the Bugle again.

Later at lunchtime, she quietly entered the dining room, took her place, and sat down next to Shirley. The only thing anyone could talk about was her morning wake up call. She smiled in her mind, but made sure to keep her face occupied with a different emotion to hide that fact that she was guilty.

She was more amused with herself from her performance this morning than she had been in a while.

When asked where she had been that morning, as the witches poured into the hallway after she ran and did not find her, she merely told them that she was asleep in a tree.

After lunch, she wondered around the base, curious about how long she could keep up the morning wake up calls without being caught. She decided that she would only do it for a week, and if she were not caught, she would keep it her little secret for a while.

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