Hey people I'm back I am not that good at writing certain scenes so please cut me some slack. Not only that I have some big plans in the future so be prepared!

Kelly Airbase, San Antone

7:30 A.M, Barracks

"You men and women are currently nothing but maggots!" The sergeant yelled at a poor private "You and your comrades are so worthless currently, you can't call yourselves soldiers yet! But that's why you're here in boot camp private! To train to get ready to become a soldier, do you understand me!?" The sergeant yelled at the poor private who misspoke, I could easily tell he was barely able to keep his composure.

"Ye-Yes sir." he said quietly.

Bad move private. I thought to myself

"I can't hear you Private!" He yelled at the private again.

"Yes Sir!" He yelled much louder this time.

"Good, now move it we will start morning drills, get to the track now! You have 5 minutes!" The sergeant ordered. Everybody in the barracks not wanting to piss off the sergeant even further quickly obliged, and began to get ready for drills.

I got my uniform on very quickly, the other women in the barracks also did, usually women would take their time with their hair to properly clean it, but due to military regulations on keeping it short, it wasn't all that bad.

I was the first one at the track as expected of myself.

"Warrant Officer Haussman, you got here in 4 minutes with only a minute to spare. The others may not make it in time. I thought my little show there would scare them to get here faster" Said Sergeant Maldonado.

"I always try to please sir." I said. As soon as I said that everybody else in the barracks finally arrived at the track.

"They had a couple of seconds to spare. Pretty lucky if you ask me." He said. He then went back to his sergeant mode.

Eventually morning drills were over and now we went to the firing range. We were given the M1 Garand, the standard weapon of the Texan Army. With years of experience secretly behind my back, I quickly and skillfully hit every single target.

"Bang!" It was a successful hit.

"Bang!" Another hit.

"Bang!" And Another.

"Bang!" and Another.

By this point everybody at the firing range was just watching me, but with a simple order by the sergeant everybody went back to practicing.

"Why are you gawking at Warrant Officer Haussman shooting!"

Everybody else went back to shooting again.

I went back to shooting "Bang!" but since this was the last round when I tried shooting again it clicked. I quickly reloaded the gun, the magazine giving off a satisfying ping, and I went back to shooting.

I noticed Sergeant Maldonado came up to me, so I stopped my shooting.

"Warrant Officer Haussmann?" Sergeant Maldonado asked.

"Yes, Sergeant?"

"Private Gutierrez over there is having problems with aiming, I would like you to help her fix her shooting, as I'm busy looking over everybody else's shooting?"

'Yes sir, since I am almost done with my allotted ammo, there's no point going further." I said. Sergeant Maldonado then led me to private Gutierrez. As we got closer to her, I noticed that she hasn't even hit her target yet, meanwhile everyone else has at least 5 hits on their target.

Not only that, I noticed that she could be no older than 16, so I need to take that into account she is younger than most of the people here and probably needs more time on training, but who knows she may surprise us.

"Private Gutierrez." The Sergeant said.

The private stopped shooting "Yes sergeant?" The girl asked.

"Warrant Officer Haussmann here will help you with your practice, I only want the best soldiers, but I don't want to weed out the incompetent, unless, well you could probably guess it." The sergeant then turned to me "I want you to make sure she learns how to become a proper soldier as she wouldn't be able to get the experience necessary to learn from her mistakes as she would be in the rear because of her age." He then started to whisper "Also I'm already aware of what you are and what you are capable of, as I was given a file about you by General High Command, you are called a devil by the allies for a reason, y'know. But we will still put you through training." He said. He then left me with Private Gutierrez to attend other duties.

I then walked up to Gutierrez to help her with her shooting. "Private Gutierrez, Am I correct?" I asked

"Yes, that is correct, I am private Gutierrez." She answered my question.

"Alright let me see how you are shooting first, then I will help you. Go through a magazine first." I ask her. She obediently started to shoot with terrible accuracy, but with relatively controlled shooting. When she was done with her magazine, I took note of where the shots landed, all far away from the target that's an estimated 150 feet away from the firing range the target is, but all the bullets landed around, 25 feet on the left or right of the target. She then took a look at Private Gutierrez's gun, her hands were shaking, and her breathing was heavy, like she ran cross country.

"If you let your hands shake like that, your aimings gonna be worse." I say.

"Oh, I didn't notice that it was shaking." She then put the rifle down, and grabbed her hand to prevent it from shaking.

"It's probably from the shock of being near such a loud object even though you're wearing ear protection or it could be from recoil. Pick up the gun and start shooting again, but this time control your hands. Also slow your breathing, it will allow you to focus better." I advised.

"Yes, ma'm." She responded. She then picked up the rifle, reloaded it and began firing at the same pace she was shooting at before, but this time, with better accuracy. When her rifle ran out of ammo, she then checked out how many times she hit the target, and she hit the target 3 times the other 2 missed their mark but not by as much.

"Good, you hit the target 3 times. That's way better than last time."

When shooting practice was done we then went to start cleaning our rifles.

An M1 garand apparently isn't that different from a Mondrágon, the only difference is relatively minor, so I cleaned it relatively easily and fast. Although some people find it difficult, it was Private Guttierrez who had problem with cleaning her rifle again. Later that night I ended up helping her cleaning her rifle.

"Alright, I went over how to take apart your rifle, and reassemble it, what parts to take apart first, what to do. You got this right?" I asked.

"Yes, ma'am." Gutierrez said. She then started taking apart her rifle. Although slowly, but surely she ended up cleaning it.

"Keeping your rifle maintained will be important if you ever get on the front lines of combat." Tanya says.

"I understand that keeping your rifle maintained is important in all, but do you seriously think we will ever fight, we're over 3000 miles from Europa, and I don't think anybody is that insane to invade us when there's a juggernaut of a country right next to us!" She remarks.

"I didn't say it could be in Europa, did I?" Tanya said. When Tanya said, Guttierrez felt goosebumps climb up her back.

1 week later

Skies over Kelly Air Base

San Antone, 10th, January 1929

Tanya felt her single core orb was about to overheat. "Damn it" she cursed to herself. She was too used to the type 97 but at least it wasn't as bad as a civilian orb. She was 6,000 feet in the air, she would have plenty of time to switch out the extra orb when this one ended up burning out, which she didn't have an extra orb, nor a parachute.

She quickly tried lowering the amount of magic going through to her orb, and as expected it worked. The operation orb, although still hot from the amount of magic going through it, was still usable.

"Private Gutierrez, ask the sergeant do we have any further orders over the radio.?" Tanya asked her.

"Yes ma'am. Also are you okay, I noticed you nearly burned out your orb there?" She asked.

"Yes I am, now go ask the Sergeant do we have further orders?" I say this time with a bit of a scowl.

"Yes ma'am." She said, She then turned her attention to the radio and began to request further orders.

Our training with texan aerial mage gear is a bit odd, it's a mystery on how Texas developed their own rig, but not only that they were able to make both seated, and footed similar to imperial gear and make the two compatible without draining the user of any further magic, well it was actually easy, just disable it, but if I jump off which isn't advised, unless you really have to like for example your engine dies out in mid air, you could just jump off and reroute magic to the foot. The seated part of the gear resembles that of a motorcycle, just without the wheels, and the engine replaced with a magi-engine that enables it to fly.

Eventually I was brought out of my thoughts by private Gutierrez with a report.

"Warrant officer Haussmann, the sergeant says we could land as we have finished all of our objectives." she says.

"Alright, turn back to the air base, we will land soon." Tanya orders. Obediently all the soldiers followed her orders and within about 5 minutes we arrived back at the air base.

Later that night

Barracks, San Antone

Hey mom, dad! Grandma, and Grandpa! Sorry for not getting a message to you earlier. But in the last week things have been interesting.

I have already made a few friends! One of my friends who stands out is one Warrant Officer Tasha Haussmann. 1 week ago she helped me with my aiming, which was really nice of her, not only that she helped me clean my rifle as well!

Apparently, her family is from the empire, and they moved here in 1911. Her family is sadly dead, but I don't want to go into details about what happened to them out of respect.

Also do not be surprised if some of the sentences are blacked out as the military may keep a tight lid on what their soldiers can say as advised by Tasha.

Yours' truly your lovely Daughter Mekayla Guttierez

P.S Tasha is like a really cool person and is relatively chill so I hope you could meet her one day.