Chapter 18: Misunderstanding clarified.

"A recital?" She asked incredulously.

"Exact. Every year we organize a school play to entertain the female students, and since we were tired of interpreting the usual plays we decided to focus on a new thing, that is to say to interpret ourselves in the role of conspirators intent on blowing the command. An original idea, which no school had ever had."

Katyusha was not a little surprised by that explanation.

"But then that night ..."

"We were simply exercising for the recital." Klara intervened.

"If only you had stopped to listen, you would have understood."

Start flashback

"So, are we all in agreement?" Asked Nonna.

Klara and Alina nodded, while Nina asked:

"For what?"

"For the death of Katyusha!" Replied the dark-haired girl.

"Why, is she sick?" The commander of the KV2 asked her naively.

"Idiot! We will kill her! "Nonna answered her brusquely.

"Alina, you should have told her before taking her here."

"I'm sorry, Klara ... It's just that I wanted you to explain it."

"You didn't dare?"

"Nonna, the idea was yours!"

"This means nothing, little coward! Klara did not make all these problems! By the way ... Were you able to convince the others?" She asked, turning to the blonde.

"Today I talked to several girls, and all of them are with us. I'm tired of having to take orders from that capricious tyrant. "

At that answer, Nonna smiled grimly.

"Perfect ... Now we just have to wait for the right moment to strike."

"Who will take her place?" Asked Alina.

"I, of course ... as her deputy. Under my guidance this school will enter a new era, an era of glory and victories!"

"Do you really feel it? We're talking about murder here!"

" I'm sick of being a nanny for that little megalomaniac who treats us like slaves! Do you think it is pleasant to carry her on my shoulders, having to sing lullabies in addition? I prefer sprinkle with gasoline and set myself on fire! "

Silence fell for a few minutes, then Nina asked:

"How did we go?"

"Perfectly, even if Alina should put in more pathos, to be credible." Dark-haired girl replied, crossing her arms.

" When will the play take place?"

"In a few weeks."

"We will have to work hard to get a good result."

"You say well, comrade Klara ... This is the first time ever that we stage such a performance, and mistakes are not allowed: it must be a drama, not a comedy."

"Nonna, do you think Katyusha will approve?"

"I'll propose it tomorrow. For now, she only knows that we are organizing the annual recital. "

End flashback

"I was just going to tell you when you knocked me out."

Katyusha was increasingly astonished by those revelations.

So ... was it all a misunderstanding? All that fear, the escape ... For nothing?

She began to feel more and more stupid, and her shame increased when Klara said to her:

" Is that all here the trust you have in us?"

She shook her head, while the tears started running down her cheeks again.

"I believed ... I thought ..."

"Now it doesn't matter anymore." said Nonna.

Katyusha looked up.

"Really?"

In response, her deputy carried it on her shoulder.

"But now let's go back to the ship, Pravda needs her commander." Saying this, he winked at her.

Kat, heartened, nodded smiling.

I'm so happy for you, Katyusha ...

Meanwhile, She thought Miho, happy (like the others, for that matter) that the story had ended in the best way.

North Sea, 8:15 am

A mighty school ship was sailing in the open sea: on one side it bore the following inscription:

Flugzeugträger B

And, as a flag, it had a white and red banner, already used by the deceased Kriegsmarine in the distant past.

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Like other floating schools it housed a real city, including shops and, of course, the headquarters of the Schwarze Sonne. Hilda Breisgau, the captain of the Sensha-do team, was sitting at her desk and was surfing the internet through her laptop, when suddenly someone knocked on the door.

"Come on!"

"Excuse the disturbance, mein Führer." Said a girl of sturdy stature, with gray eyes and long black hair.

"Göring ... Did you want to tell me something?"

"Yes, we will soon cross the English Channel."

"Great ... How long will it take to get to Japan?"

"Two weeks, if the calculations are not wrong."

"Perfect ... I feared more."

"In this regard, how come you intend to go there?"

"I heard that the Rising Sun is home to some of the strongest teams in the art of panzers ... like Saunders, Pravda or Kuromorimine. But there is one team in particular that caught my attention. "

"It refers to Ooarai, right?"

"Exact. I am particularly interested in their winning ace, Miho Nishizumi. It's thanks to them that they have crushed the strongest teams, even winning the tournament."

"I know she used to play in the Kuromorimine, but she decided to leave after the defeat she suffered two years ago."

"I heard about it ... She saved some of her teammates from drowning, but allowed her opponents to hit the admiral tank, causing her team to lose. Because of this she moved to Ooarai."

Hilda laughed at that thought.

"Gott, how fucking stupid were they to let their winning mare go!"

"I think so too."

"Victory or defeat means nothing, it is not a question of life or death. Sensha-do is a sport, not a war. Of course, in any case we must give our best to win. "

"Ja, mein Führer. Do you have any orders? "

"Yes, tell Heydrich and Himmler to gather as much information as possible about each school, especially the strongest; that use every source, from the web to their social friendships. I don't want to go over there and look like an ignorant goat."

Göring snapped to attention.

"It will be done." That said, she left the room.

Hilda smiled with satisfaction, then thought:

I really want some music.

She went on Youtube, and clicked one of the recommended videos. After a while a martial music echoed in the air.

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