A Centurion Mk. 7/1 rolls across the city streets as two Matildas are seen chasing after it.

"Daimoyru, I want you to concentrate fire on the Matilda's tracks, Gaimaru, I want you to speed this tank to it's limits!"

"Yes, Commander Isuke!"

As the tank's turret turns around fully, the large 105mm gun fires, knocking out a Matilda.

"Commander Nishizumi, We've taken out a Matilda, but we've one more on our tail. Should we take them out?"

The radio crackled before Miho's voice was heard around the tank.

"Yes, I want you guys to take them out and head towards us, that way we can also take out their Churchill"

"Alright Commander"

I signaled my driver to head towards the Panzer IV's Position, before retaliating the Matilda's fire with our own , destroying the pavement in front of them and slowling them down.

"One More!"

"Fire!"

The 105mm's barrel flashed an explosion is heard.

- Two weeks earlier -

"Mr. Isuke!"

A head jerked up as Nameka Isuke was woken by his teacher.

"May I ask what the square root of 58 is?"

"Tha-That's… 7.61577310586?"

The teacher smirked.

"You're smart, but that doesn't give you rights to sleep in my class."

"Of course Miss Nakamura"

"Alright class, open to page 243…"

Nameka's mind drifted off as he observed Sensha-Do practice happening outside.

The tanks work as a coordinated team, aiding eachother and moving fluidly.

When Isuke came home, the text on his phone made his eyes bulge out from their sockets.

"I can play Sensha-Do…"

- One Week and three days later. -

"I'm done"

"Already?!"

The student council president, Yuzu-Chan and the Vice-President, Momo-Chan stared at me, suprised.

"Well, I suppose we must review the answers and see if you passed or not… We'll have the results tommorow!"

Nameka sighed as he got up and went back to his temporary home in Ooarai, as they had allowed boys to enter as well, making Ooarai a Co-Ed School. There were other Boys, too, such as Daimoyru, his best friend, and Gaimaru, His Brother.

There was also Akemi, His sister, who have been living with him and Gaimaru since he started High School, when their Parents had died.

He remebered how they would've both supported him if he ever wanted to pursue Sensha-Do, and how they had allowed him to spend his days tinkering with machinery and making slow and ineffective things so much better, with limited supplies, too. Then that car crash happened… And nothing seemed to be normal now.

"Hey bro"

I looked up to see my brother.

"How did the test go, huh? Did you achieve your goals, Overachiever?"

"Heh, I'm not an overachiever!"

"Yeah right, like trying to skip the entirety of high school is not trying to overachieve"

"I-I-"

"Stop Bickering! We have dinner, ya know?"

As my brother falls foward from the force of the impact, my sister, in all her fury, steps over my poor younger brother as she punches me too, with no less vigor.

"OW! What was that for?"

"Hmph! That was for falling for his provocation"

'She really needs to turn it down a bit…'

"Well! C'mon! We got dinner!"

Nameka Grumbled as he was ordered around, doing hard labor long into the night.

- The very next day -

"Well, it seems you passed!"

"Hehe… Well I guess you can do Sensha-Do without having to focus on school I guess…"

"Hmph. Good to see that we have somebody remotely capable on our team."

"Thanks I guess…"

As Nameka headed to the Sensha-Do area, he was greeted with strange stares and, well, being a boy, that wasn't a suprise, but wearing the Ooarai Uniform (Without the skirt, which was traded for Pants, of course, as well as a different version of the shirt.)

And heading to the Sensha-Do area was also contributing to the weird looks.

"Eh… A Panzer IV…"

Nameka Raised his walkie talkie and started Requesting the papers on the former Ooarai Tanks.

"Yo, Yuzu… Can you read off the list of tanks the school used to own?"

"Let me find them… We had a 38(t), A Char B1, An Assault III, or a StuG III, An M3 Lee,

a Type 89B, a Porsche Tiger and… A Centurion Mk. III, Converted into an Mk. 7/1."

"Quite the arsenal you guys had… We'll see which tanks we'll use when the applications come in."

"Alright"

With that Nameka headed into the forst where he hoped to find some tanks. He had found 1, a rusty, old centurion, stuck in a ravine.

"Prez, I've located the Centurion!"