Mmmmmmkay, finally. I finally finished this goddamn chapter. Wooooo.

Ugh, that took WAAAAAY longer than needed. I got caught up in other projects and this one kinda got shuffled off to the side, BUT IT'S NOT DEAD, I SAY, IT'S BACK AND I HAVE A PLAN.

So today's chapter isn't very Kira centric. I wanted to start actually like, develop the others on screen. And of course, I didn't want to have everyone revolve around Kira, since the others are important as well. Here we go!

Index Thirteen: Peripheral

"It's not all about you."

"Normal Days"

IS Academy Dormitories, Room 1321

Sunday, May 31st, 1400 Hours

"Owowowowow stop!" I growl, mashing the buttons and moving the joystick around. Dammit Charles!

"Hehehe, I suppose I should have mentioned that I was ranked third in France at Skullgirls."

"You could have said that before!" I mutter, not bothering to keep sitting down as Gregor Samson finishes off Valentine. I go over to the fridge in Charles' room and pull out the water I put in earlier. "Sheesh, thanks for not mentioning it while I got beaten around for half an hour."

"Hehe, I apologize, Kira. But since you were the one that brought it up I thought it would be amusing to see your skill level. You're not bad."

"Geehh…" I growl, lying down on the bed after taking another sip. "Well, you're going to compensate for me being your goddamn punching bag for a while, then."

"Ah, very well. Hm, how shall I do that…" Charles puts a finger on his chin and then snaps his fingers. "Ah, I know! Since you are quite hopeless, obviously, in the area of knowledge on women, I shall assist you."

I nearly cough on the water that I'm slushing around in my mouth. "Fucking what?! The hell are you on?"

"Well, it just struck that you clearly couldn't tell of Meusel's obvious concern for you. Her anger and subsequent unwillingness to let you put yourself at risk was anger born out of worry. It wasn't so much real anger, she was just using it to cover up for the fact she was concerned about you. Which of course, makes sense considering that she seems embarrassed to admit your closeness."

I only roll my eyes. "Please. We're not that close."

"Kira, out of all the women in your life, Meusel is only one that you seem comfortable around. I've seen it as well in your room. You remain guarded and close your eyes, as if trying not to collapse in a flashback like before in the incidents I've observed, when Madoka comes out of the bathroom. But, with Meusel, you two seem to be calm and comfortable."

"Hgn…" I growl, unable to counter that. I hadn't really thought of it that much, but… I guess it's true.

I guess I do let my guard down around Meusel… Haaaaa…

"I see you're beginning to realize this?"

"Oh shut up." I snap.

"Are you blushing?"

"Put a sock in it, Charles."

"Regardless, I believe I can help you." Charles only laughs as I glare at him. "After all Kira, this is the era of the Infinite Stratos. Being able to be a formidable opponent not only in combat but also out of combat will be in your advantage. Fairly few opponents will be able to best you if you not only can defeat them in a fight but also are able to charm them. It may also help if your opponents are flustered. Well, perhaps our true opponents won't be so easily won over, but in standard IS matches, it may be in your favor."

"I'll leave charming for you, then. Just tell me the next target and I'll get my job done."

"That simply won't do. You are not a gun, Kira, made only to be pointed and shot. You are human, and thusly you must learn the basics of communication. One simply can't get through life saying 'Yes sir' and 'Orders received' and 'Orders finished'."

"That's not the extent of my words, as you can clearly see."

"Ah, but your statement before before noted otherwise. Thus, it is not only out of owing you that I do this, but also because I feel it is a duty to assist you in this regard."

"…Fine, have it your way."

"Excellent." Charles says, clapping his hands together. "Well, we'll get started after another round."

Holding back a sigh, I only get up off the bed and doom myself to another ass-whooping by Skullgirls…

Rebuild of Prototype Spartan

"Mirror, Mirror"

IS Academy Hallways

Monday, June 1st, 1000 Hours

"A-aaaah! Orimur… oh."

Madoka forced herself to smile and waved the student along. "No, I understand the mix up. Please do try to learn the difference."

Shaking her head, Madoka walked out and found herself a secluded spot in the library to hide herself away in until lunch was over.

She was getting really tired of this shit, no matter how obvious the difference, this problem would eventually present itself. She just looked too much like Orimura Chifuyu, causing all sorts of incidents like this one. Half the time she was tempted to scar her face or something so people would immediately realize it wasn't Orimura. An eye patch would do the same trick as well, but Madoka decided that something permanent and not just a small mask would have to work.

"Ah, Madoka-san."

"For the last time, I'm not Ori—" Madoka's hand stopped just short of Cecilia's cheek when she processed what happened. "…My apologies, Alcott-san."

"Is something wrong, Madoka-san?"

"No, nothing. What is it?"

"I came to get you for class. Lunch break is almost over."

Madoka sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Thank you, Alcott-san. I should have been more aware of the time."

"No problem, Madoka-san."

Of course she'd be the one to recognize me, Madoka thought as they started walking back to the classroom. But… at least it's one person.

"Um, Madoka-san."

"Spit it out, Alcott." Madoka grumbled, knowing exactly what Alcott was going to ask, because she always asked for it.

"Have you reconsidered your declining giving lessons to me?"

"No."

Yes, Alcott always asked Madoka for lessons. It was apparent her unit was an upgrade to Blue Tears, or at least, some advanced form of it. Alcott obviously was drawn to her, wanting to understand how Madoka flew it so much better and wasn't a representative.

"Though, Madoka-san… I never did ask why you weren't a candidate. Someone with your skill surely would've replaced me."

"My circumstances were more dire and less public. In addition, there was a need for a special operative. I cannot tell you much more than that, but that is why you were selected as the candidate. I was simply… unavailable."

"O-oh."

"Don't take it harshly, though. That isn't to say you have no skill. You are the best person for the job. I, after all, do not fit the personality of a candidate well." Madoka said easily, the lies naturally flowing from her mouth like water. "After all, I was a pretty rogue element, or so you might say."

"Haha, really, Madoka-san? You seem to follow Meusel-san's orders well enough."

"Let's just say that I learned a thing or two about following orders." Madoka answered with a playful smile. "Hmhm, I do wonder, what happened to me?"

"Madoka-san?"

"Oh, it's nothing." She said, opening up the door to the classroom.

Meusel raised an eyebrow at Madoka, who clearly was acting different. However, she simply waved her away, with Meusel shrugging before she went back to apparently tending to Orthun, who seemed to be suffering a headache at the moment.

He seemed to be suffering them even more now, constantly assailed by headache spills and pains. Meusel was often watching over him before he went to sleep, making sure he would get to sleep with some semblance of peace. It made her extremely easy to tease, comparing her to a faithful and devoted wife. It was also easy to get a rise out of her because Meusel was rather vulnerable to it, going red in the face right away.

Later that day, after school, Madoka and Cecilia had cleaning duty.

"…Hey, Alcott."

"Hm?"

"Do you think I could take a look at your BITs later?"

"Um…"

"There's something I'd like to teach you, actually." Madoka muttered, suddenly realizing how it felt to be in her Commander's shoes.

Dammit, why am I getting so flustered about this? This is… this is simply repayment, for not adding to the mental burden that is constantly being mistaken for that instructor!

Of course, as much as Madoka would have liked to say that, she didn't want to mention that perhaps, like Meusel had for Kira, found someone she cared for. Madoka had finally began to see Cecilia a friend.

Perhaps it was that all this time, Cecilia had been able to make the distinction. That she kept asking Madoka to improve. That perhaps she was drawn to the mystery of the upgraded version of Blue Tears, and eventually got to know the pilot behind the machine. Either way, she had wormed her way into Madoka's heart.

"R-r-really?!"

"D-don't let it go to your head. I just thought that as I am your upgrade, I'd teach you an advanced move. If you're as good as you say, then it should be easy for you to do it—w-what in the hell are you doing?!"

Madoka of course, yelled this at Cecilia when she all but glomped her against the wall.

"Off, you hormone addled girl! I-I don't swing that way, or at least not for you!"

"I-it's not like that! I… I'm just really thankful, Madoka-san."

"If you're thankful, you'll let me go before someone misinterprets this situation." Madoka sighed as Cecilia let her go. "Okay, after we finish here, I'll need to take a look at your BITs and see if they're compatible with what I want to teach you."

The following day, after school, Cecilia watched as Madoka prepared to perform the move she wanted to teach her.

Focus. Silent Zephyrs, let's ride.

The holographic target zipped around as Madoka dodged its simulated attacks. She did it with such ease that Cecilia thought Madoka's story had to be true, considering that she didn't seem to focus, making sure that every attack was a complete miss.

She's on a whole new level, Cecilia thought as she continued to see Madoka look almost bored at the attempts to hit her.

Meanwhile, Madoka prepared to strike.

Ashibumi, placing the footing. Madoka's thoughts echoed in a serene calm as the first BIT shot out, beginning to spin around a point in the air, kept fixated roughly six meters in front of Maoka's sights.

Dozukuri, forming the body. Another BIT flew out and followed the pattern, being roughly a hundred eighty degrees away from the other.

Yugamae, readying the bow. Another BIT went out again. The three BITs were now roughly one hundred twenty degrees apart from each other as they spun around that point.

Uchiokoshi, raising the bow. The final BIT went out. Each one was now ninety degrees from the next, still spinning around the center of their circle.

This entire time, Madoka had kept a still calm, easily dodging the blasts from the simulation. However, her focus never broke the entire time.

Hikiwavke, drawing apart. The BITs split, becoming eight. Each one was now forty five degrees from the other.

Kai, the full draw. The BITs came together at all of their tips, glowing blue. Madoka lined up the shot, her finger on the trigger.

Hanare, the release. The shot was fired, passing through the small gap in the BIT, becoming extremely narrow as it flew towards its target of the simulation.

Zanshin, continuation of the shot. Until it was time to lower her weapon, the BITs sat there as they cooled off, with them eventually recombining and flying back to Madoka.

The following had happened in probably less than three seconds.

"Wh… what was that?" Cecilia gasped as Madoka flew back down.

"That is the Arcing Projection." Madoka explained as she landed next to her. "Your BITs don't have the splitting function, however they can still function as the focusing method.

"But… but I can't move while using the BITs!"

"…Is that in your design specs?"

"Um…"

"Or is it simply that you can't keep your focus?"

"Ah… ahaha…"

"Yes, that's most likely it."

"How do you do it, Madoka-san?"

"I was taught the principles of kyudo, of archery. With this attack, it's important to become the attack. It is not me, lining up and firing the shot. No, it is me, the shot, hitting the target. Well, perhaps that is not kyudo, but I liken the steps to doing so to my shot."

"And… and you're going to teach me that?"

"Once you can move while shooting your BITs. That is the main goal, since if you can't do that, this move is worthless. You'll be a sitting duck for almost three seconds. More than enough for any shooter worth their salt to take aim at a still target. Your BITs will also be at risk, so you can't break focus."

"But it was so fast…"

"Not fast enough, though. I'm still improving it. Technically it would be faster to split and then pinpoint, but I don't feel any focus with the shot. However…"

"Madoka-san?"

"If you cannot move while using your BITs, then you'll have to do it that way. You can probably use your inertia to keep moving yourself, which should be nothing for a sniper like you to determine the shot."

"Um…"

"Yes, I can see it. You might not need the time to focus the shot if you're good enough."

"Madoka-saaaaa~aaaaan."

Madoka took her hand off her chin, broken from her thoughts. "What is it, Alcott?"

"Um… are you sure I can do that?"

"Your doubts are unbased. It's a simply a matter of doing it quickly. We'll take it one step at a time. Come, don Blue Tears. Oh, and one other thing about this attack. It tends to heat the BITs up, so you'll be unable to use them for a bit. This is better off used as finishing move or a starting blast."

"I see…"

"Just get a feel for the attack first." Madoka instructed as Cecilia put on Blue Tears and flew up. "Go on, just put the BITs in the proper position and line up the shot."

Cecilia did as instructed, looking down her sight. There it was…

"There's a focusing command for your BITs. Trigger it."

Cecilia's throat went dry as she commanded it so.

"Alcott, your aim is wavering. Are you nervous?" Madoka sighed, shaking her head. "There's no reason to focus. You're an excellent sniper. Have no doubts, or you'll miss the shot. Whether or not your shot connects is determined from the start, from the moment you even draw the gun. Now… trigger, on."

Trigger, on. Cecilia mentally repeated as she looked down her sights, the BITs no longer quavering.

"Focus, centered."

Focus, centered.

"Target, acquired."

Target, acquired.

"Shot, connected."

Shot, connected.

The narrow blue laser passed through the focusing point and obliterated the simulation target.

"Well, now we simply wait for you to cool down, and then we can try it again. Faster, faster, and faster, until you can get it as fast as I can."

"Relationship Trouble"

IS Academy Dormitories, Room 1145

Wednesday, June 3th, 2000 Hours

"Are you okay, Kira?"

"Yeah," Orthun muttered as Meusel finished putting the wet towel on his head. "You didn't have to do that, you know? I can take care of myself…"

"I'm not going to leave you alone when you're in pain."

"It's just a damn headache."

Goddammit, why don't you two just start making out already? Madoka thought with an eye roll as she continued to read Equaliris' latest piece. She was fairly sure at this point that Tabane Shinonono was definitely Equalaris, considering she knew the truth behind her.

"Either way, you said that it's hard to pilot with it. It's not just for you, but it's for E as well. In addition, we don't know when we'll be called to another mission. Isn't it your duty as a soldier to keep in tip top shape?"

"Oh shut up, armchair general."

"Why excuse you, I…"

"Was a damn good commander, but I'm pretty sure—"

"S-shut up, dammit!"

"If you two are going to start acting like a romcom protagonist and his tsundere love interest, just say so and I'll leave the room." Madoka muttered just loud enough for the two of them to hear her as she turned the page.

"Whatever." Orthun muttered, closing his eyes. "I'm going to go to sleep now. Hopefully this headache will be gone by then." He tapped his forehead. "And you too, E. Get some rest. Don't bother with checking the logs tonight, you can do it tomorrow morning."

"Good night." Meusel said with a smile, seeing the Prototype Spartan off to the land of dreams. Even after five minutes, she didn't move, only watching Orthun's chest rise and fall.

Madoka decided to put her magazine away and stretched her arms, moving over to the bed.

Cecilia's good, I'll have to drill her harder tomorrow. Madoka thought as she threw herself onto the sheets, looking up to the ceiling.

"Sooooo…"

Madoka immediately sprung up and stood at attention. "Commander."

"At ease. You can lie back down if you want." Madoka loosened up, nodded, and opted to just take a seat on the bed, facing her Commander. "I heard that someone taught a certain someone else a special move."

"…I did, Commander."

Meusel's smile turned catlike as she crossed her legs, still sitting on the bed and pretending to stroke a cat as she looked at her subordinate. "Isn't it unwise to share your 'special move'?"

"…It's not my special move."

"Oh, so it's both of your special moves?"

"You could say that it's our special move, I suppose."

"Our? Oh my, Madoka. Didn't know you two were already like that."

"Hmph, say what you will," she hissed playfully as Meusel got up and started walking to the bathroom, "but you're going to probably lose your spot as the blonde in Orthun's harem."

And with that, Meusel ended up tripping on her own feet, resulting in a rather loud C-CRGAH noise as she rammed the floor. She got right back up, frizzled and crumpled hair covering her reddened face. "E-excuse me?!"

"Well, you're already competing with Charles, Commander, seeing that Orthun may or may not be interested in men seeing that his tastes in women have been sullied by Lucinda and the young Dunoa heir certainly may be making a move on him. In addition, he met Cecilia first and she was already behind the ojou-sama theme long before you came into his life."

"I-I-I have absolutely zero interest in Kira's love life, Madoka! B-besides, Cecilia doesn't even view Kira in a romantic light! He is free to do as he wishes!"

You are a terrible liar when it comes to your emotions, Commander. "Right. Hence why you always remain by his bedside, taking care of him like his wife. To think the leader of Phantom Task was reduced to such a simple schoolgirl… your ancestors surely must be proud."

Meusel frowned. "Even as a joke, that cuts too deep."

"…My apologies, Commander."

"A-anyways, that doesn't matter! S-so what if I act like that? It doesn't mean anything, I'm just making sure we're prepared to fight Lucinda if needed!"

And of course, the next morning…

"Good morning, Orthun."

"Commander Bodewig, a pleasure." Orthun said, standing up and offering a salute.

"You may be at ease, Orthun. You needn't salute to me. Please have a seat."

Kira nodded as he visibly relaxed and sat down, immediately triggering all sorts of whispers. It didn't escape Madoka's gaze that Meusel clearly was glaring at Bodewig…

Rebuild of Prototype Spartan

"Commander Orthun."

"Bodewig." I greet back. "No need to call me commander, either."

"Well, it is what you do, is it not?"

"I don't have ranking, so that's really not something you should say."

"Ah. But perhaps, with the way your Operative treats you, you may as well be one."

"Hmph. I'll have to talk things over with Romeo, then."

"May we talk?"

"Here?"

"In private."

I nod, standing up and following Bodewig. Hmmm…

"Bodewig." I whisper, leaning forward so the short, silver haired commander can hear me. "Madoka and Meusel are attempting to follow. Shall we lose them?"

"No need."

Wow, if this were a romcom, you'd be the densest idiot in the world.

Oh sock it, E.

Bodewig simply does not care as we head up to the roof.

"I wanted to thank you, Orthun." She says, looking out at the sea with her arms crossed behind her, the breeze slightly blowing her hair back. "Specifically, to thank you for saving as many as you could during D.C. Many of my subordinates have family there."

"It wasn't much. I was on the lookout for my life first, it's just that after I was able to do that, we started the rescue ops."

She faces me, looking at me dead straight in my eyes with her single, un-eyepatched one. "Regardless, I must thank you. You are a fine soldier and leader, Orthun. I can see why your Operative is so disciplined."

"Thank you. I'll forward your kind evaluation to him."

"Oh, another thing."

"Yes, Bodewig?"

"Are you perhaps free this weekend?"

I'm about to respond when we hear a hssssssssssst.

Um…

Aaaaahahahahahaha! E laughs, though I tune out her roaring laughter easily.

"…Orthun."

"Bodewig?" I ask with a sigh, shaking my head as she runs a hand through her silver hair.

"Is it correct to assume that Meusel-san, who I am just now familiar with after a briefing earlier this week, just hissed me?"

"…Unfortunately, yes."

Laura huffs, shaking her head before crossing her arms in front of her. "Meusel-san, I can assure you that I have no romantic interest in Orthun. He and I are simply coworkers, nothing more."

"I… I have absolutely no romantic interest in Orthun! You're misunderstanding!"

"…I… I see?" Bodewig pinches the bridge of her nose. "My apologies, Meusel-san. I simply thought that you did as you displayed many signs similar to that of a girl insecure with her romantic interest being taken away by a stranger she'd never met before."

"R-right. If you'll excuse me."

With that, Meusel stormed off, gesturing for Madoka to follow her down the stairs. Now it's just me and Bodewig.

I lean back on the fence, looking up at the sky. "Ha… looks like life's going to a bit hectic from now on…"

The weekend comes quickly enough. I make my way over to the station, and from there, the main shopping district. It's somewhat sunny today, but there's enough clouds in the sky to warrant an umbrella or other protection in case of rain.

Bodewig is already there, dressed in what's best defined as business casual for males. Her arms are crossed as she stands up straight against a pillar. There's plenty of stares going her way as she stands out, but they don't seem to bother her.

"Bodewig."

She wordlessly moves away and adopts a small combat position, drawing out what appears to be an umbrella but I sense it possesses a blade within it. "…Orthun. Don't startle me like that."

"I guess I should've known better than to approach you from behind." I mutter. "So, what's this all about?"

She coughs and clears her throat. "I have what one might call a working vacation later."

Ah, so she has a mission.

"And I require a set of casual and business clothing."

"So… you wanted me to act as your pack mule?"

She shakes her head. "I would not think to make so little of you. You see, there is someone who will be accompanying me…"

Romeo?

Most likely Romeo.

Got it.

"Romeo?"

"…yes."

Did Bodewig just blush?

I'm not answering that.

"And you brought me here because…?"

"Well, I thought it might be nice to um… at least have something he could appreciate."

"Bodewig, with all due respect, are you actually asking me to help you pick out clothes you think Romeo would like to see you wear?"

"N-no, of course not. I… I am also gathering supplies for him as well, since he's currently helping with some placement issues and said he'd be fine with whatever I get, so…"

"Ah, I see. Sounds like Romeo, all right… Well, whatever. I guess I know his tastes. Let's get to work."

"Understood. Commencing with the operation."

And so, for the rest of the day, we head around to the various stores while also, might I add, being conspicuously stalked by Meusel who in no way was being subtle and I'm really quite surprised she wasn't stopped by a policeman but considering the fear aura that Madoka was projecting next to her that made everyone willingly ignore them, was certainly helping.

"…Orthun."

"Bodewig?"

"Um, I'm quite surprised at Operative Romeo's rather peculiar tastes…"

"He's a rather eccentric fellow, down below that stoic mask of his."

I take a look in the bag and hold back a smile at the maid costume that makes up one of several 'casual' outfits, though I told Laura to save that one for a special day.

You know, he's not going to be happy.

Oh come on, he'll get to see her in a maid costume. At Romeo's rate, he's going to—

YOU of all people have no right to finish that sentence.

…Fine.

"Either way, we should get back to the Academy. There's something I have to prepare for later."

Can you say "Panzer Vor"?

When we arrive back at the Academy, Mickey's already waiting for me at the chopper. "Took your sweet time, didn't you? Well, you weren't supposed to be ready until tomorrow, but Tabane figured she'd come and get you ready if you were all right with that. Make sure you're still good to sortie considering the reports of your headaches."

"Ah." I nod, getting into the passenger area, the helicopter taking off. "Just Spartans?"

"Can't have your wife on the mission, Kira. Meusel might distract you."

"Meusel is not my wife."

"Heh. Could've fooled me. Anyways, back on the actual topic, Tabane just wants you to do some checks. Nothing major, just gotta know if you're still able to interface the tanks and all that. You're lucky though, her model of Scorpion tank for you is pretty much an extension of the IS. The rest of us have to content ourselves with actually reloading and shit."

"Sorry, I guess. Tabane give us a target yet?"

"What she estimates is a critical base. It's pretty heavily defended but she's tracked no ISes going in or out so far, so that means…"

"Yeah, I get it. Just two tanks for such an assault, though…?"

"Oh, yeah, Xavier made friends, actually. We're bringing an mercenary group. Ever hear of Oarai Academy and Anglerfish Team?"

"Who hasn't?" I scoff, shaking my head. "Oh wait, most of the world. Tankery went under as soon as the IS came to being. But anyone who knows—er, well, cares about history enough would remember that place. A fucking legendary tank squad was built there. On the levels of comparison to Blitz, the insane pilot of the Makai Run. And Xavier befriended them?"

"He apparently had one of their crew as a caretaker of his. Brought them on knowing who they are."

"What tech are they using?"

"This operation's been in planning for a while, so Tabane's already had them training in secret. Not even you were supposed to know about it. Hell, I only learned about it before coming to pick you up."

I lean back and let out a whistle. "…It'd be an honor for any soldier to ride out with Oarai Academy's Anglerfish Team. I can't believe it… ha, Xavier knew them, huh?"

"Yeah. Though…"

"We're bringing into them into shitstorm."

"They've already disappeared. Most of them never went ahead and got themselves a family. In fact, most of them are teachers for those still pursuing Tankery, though that's a dying breed."

"I suppose so." I mutter with grit teeth. "The way my uncle always used to talk to me about it. God, I'd love to see a Tankery match."

"Well, consider this one. Just with a little higher stakes than usual."

"Heh, I figured you'd say something like that. Okay, let's get going, Mickey. We've got a battle to start up."

Hooooly fuck I HAVE FINALLY UPDATED. It took a LONG while to hammer out all the little plot details and shit that I wanted to get down, but uuuuuugh. That took longer than expected.

Ugh, it took so long since I couldn't quite get what I wanted to do with Rebuild. At first it was just an improvement of Prototype Spartan with some new plot developments, but not much from there. That's why I got walled. I couldn't find what I wanted to do specifically.

But eventually, I found the answer on what I wanted to do with this story, which you know, was sort of along the same thing as Prototype Spartan. A story about people who get kicked down and get back up, but you know, with just more kicking down spread out between all people, and more badasses getting up… maybe. And now, well, it begins.

Also, the Arcing Projection was something I came up with that I thought was cool. I imagined Madoka to be that sort of "calm, stoic type" but she's got her own quirks, mainly because as I introduced here, she's trying to break away from being seen as someone similar to Chifuyu. Thus, she's developed something that's completely unlike Chifuyu, a special attack that has her own name attached to it, as if attempting to push her identity into it. Plus, I always imagined that attack as an awesome applications of the BITs like a focusing satellite or something like that. That's all I have to say for that.

And yes, that totally is a Girls Und Panzer reference at the end. Just so you know XD

Next time: IT'S TIME FOR SOME TANKS :D