Kaiserschlacht
Andou and Oshida toured the beautiful country of Belgium.
They were to compete in a senshadou tournament in Europe, against St Gloriana's.
"Hmm, what a beautiful evening," sighed Oshida as they walked through the Belgian forest.
They were to compete near Paris, but the riots and political instability meant this had to be delayed.
Their school carriers were docked at Antwerp.
"It's finally good to be rid of our commander, even for a little while", replied Andou, she peered towards the starlit sky.
There was something special in the Belgian forests. The forests contained a sense of peacefulness, yet there were scars of many wars long ago.
"Let's head back to town", asked Oshida, "It might rain".
"Sure but how about a little. Longer?", replied Andou, "Oshida agreed.
"Rosehip, come back". Called Darjeeling calmly.
"WOOHOOO WE'RE LOOKING FOR WAR RELICS! ". Cried Rosehip, running about.
"Look out!" cried Pekoe as Rosehip fell right into a trench from the first world War.
"Rosehip, you must be more careful", advised Darjeeling.
Rosehip looked up. In front, there was a shiny French Adrian Helmet.
"Darjeeling Sama! Pekoe Sama! Look!" Rosehip said excitedly.
Pekoe hopped down, gentle as a feather. And examined the helmet.
It looked a shiny blue, glistening in the moonlight, instead of rusty from what a 100 year old relic would look.
"Ara, what is this? ", asked Darjeeling, she put her hands on the object, followed by Rosehip.
A flash of light erupted.
"Cool! A trench!", exclaimed Andou. Oshida simply sighed, "She was recklass and brash, but it was why she loved her.
Andou picked up a British entrenching tool embedded in a sandbag.
The two examined it, it looked extremely well preserved.
"Made in 1908," Oshida read out. She was better at French than English.
Andou took the tool when suddenly, a flash erupted.
May 23rd, 1918.
A Poliu, two Canadians and a US Marine sat in a trench.
"Jesus Christ Pierre, how long does it take for hot food?", asked James.
"Cooking is an art, it takes time Mon ami". Pierre replied to the Chinese Canadian.
"Say, Fred, check on Louie, How's he doing on the scouting?". Asked James.
"Right away!", answered the Marine.
One MG nest, two mortar positions.
Louie scribbled down the defenses on his notepad.
The metis continued scouting on his concealed position in the fake tree.
"Hey Louie! Dinner's ready!", called the G.I.
"Finally!", called Louie as he climbed down.
They began to raise their spoons when they heard a thunk.
"Goddamit, it better not be another fucking night raid". Groaned Louie.
They raised their guns.