Narrator pow:

"Beatrice, may I say something? I just realised something." Cayenne said, as she and Beatrice casually drank coffee in the restroom.

"Of course you can, what makes you so confused?"

"For a school being themed after South America, we aren't exacly like that. Not only in tanks, but also culture, everyday life and even clan names on top of that. I mean, what Central America and Caribbean have in common with South America?"

"Oh that? It's suprisingly simple, even for me." Beatrice smiled, frowning lightly. "Maken just wanted our school to stand out from Saunders, given that USA is commonly referred to as just America."

"This explains many things, but couldn't he call it Mesoamerican if that's the case?"

"Not when he never heard of that term before. Contrary to popular belief, our Caudillo isn't infinitely book Smart. He is... What's the word..."

"Street smart?"

"Street smart."

"Wait, this isn't the airport." Rosehip thought, as she walked out of the bus and stood in front of what looked like a moderetely sized house with a copper label that said 'Dr. Ludwig.' in white letters screwed to the front doors.

"Ah yes, now to just go back into..." She said, turning around only to be met with a screeching tires and a fumes of diesel leaving the exhaust, forcing her back while the bus went away in it's own direction at law-breaking speed. "Bus... I guess I'm looking for a place to stay at nigh now." She added, turning around again and facing the opened doors in which frames stood a mid-aged man with short black hair, round glasses covering his brown eyes and white medical attire that somewhat reminded her of paramedic costumes used in WW2-themed movies.

"Hello Fraulein! Why so shocked?" The man greeted her, his German accent so thick it could cut steel.

"Oh, sorry, didn't expected anyone to come." She responded, adjusting her hair out of subconcious panic.

"Oh-ho, ho! No need to panic. After all, your boss is my favourite customer!" Doctor added, taking two steps backwards and one to his right, opening the way inside his house. "Come over here! I promise I won't kill you." He added with infuriating smile.

"S-sure. I don't have other options right now." Rosehip responded, putting her purse back into the jacket's pocked and walked into the near-dystopian hallway made out of steel walls, wooden roof and tiled floor that was polished to show a shadowy reflection of herself and the owner.

"Heheheh, now that I think about it..." Mysterious man said, closing the doors behind her and turning the lock twice to the left. "I'll share some history with you so no one will ask me later, can I seek your attention towards this deal?" He added, taking out his right hand to make a polite handshake.

"Might aswell play at that game, I shouldn't anger him." Rosehip thought, while nodding in response and shaking her hand in a response.

"That's the spirit! I'll even tell you something about my contrahends!" The man smiled, walking deeper into the hallway with Rosehip following right after him. "First off, the sign at the doors is accurate. I am Doctor Ludwig, althrough most people refer to me as Medic unless in official documentation." He presented himself while they made their way to the end of the corridoor, where one wooden door led to the left and teh second one, made out of multiple metals, led to the right. "Now, the wooden door leds to the rest of my home. You know, living space for everyday..." He said, pausing for a moment as if he waited for her to ask questions.

"These led to your... Operation room?" Rosehip asked him, beginning to feel the heavy, metalic enviroment leaving a toll on her with cold sweat going down her back.

"Precisely." Medic said, opening the doors with a forceful pull before they entered what looked like overequiped room for a single patient on the centrally located table.

"Whoa..." Rosehip said out loud, starring at the tank-sized overhead ring above the operating bed with a strange tube-based device above it.

"Oh, this one keeps my patients alive when I go about with operations which require deeper ingeration with someone's internal organs. Such was the case with your bearded overlord." Medic smiled, pointing all over the room for her to see other accomodities a surgeon would need. Amidst those being an x-ray picture of 88mm anti-tank shell stuck knside someone's left ribs, a smile hafter with 9mm bullets to the frontal lawn and other cases where artillery and handgun ammunition went inside a human body. "Before you ask. Yes, that's the type of ocsssion- ekhem, injuries, that I operate on when in work. It's just my luck that I do it legally, in elastic work hours and in my own place!" He added, laughing with a sense of dark comedy.

"Sounds too fantastical for me, but I won't argue." Rosehip nodded, before taking a deep breath and looking him in the eyes. "Mind telling me something about Maken now?"

"That's associated with family visit to St. Gloriana, isn't it?" Medic asked, throwing her off guard as he took out his phone and showcased her a vide range of photos showcasing her and Orange Pekore walking around the school's gardens not so long ago. "A passion of my friend who speaks in hands turned out to be synergic with mine morbid curiosity."

"... Soo, can you tell me the things?" Rosehip asked him again, her anxiety growing due to the final notice the abundant ammoun of bonesaws and needles recieved from her.

"Hahahahahah! Of course I can!" He responded, smacking his knee with enthusiasm mixed with overreactive body language. "But I'll need my business partner to help with the details, otherwise you'll be given unprofessional opinion from a doubtful sources of intrest..."

"Now then, let's see how did it go for the other schools." Maken said to himself as he opened up the Sensha-so Federation internet page and went straight for the championship bracket.

Table scheme for the group stage: Place in the group, School name, number of wins (3 points), number of draws (1 point), number of losses (0 points), points in total.

Group A:

1. Oarai - 1 - 0 - 0 - 3p

2. Count - 0 - 1 - 0 - 1p

3. Phi Royal - 0 - 1 - 0 - 1p

4. Olimp - 0 - 0 - 1 - 0p

Grouo B:

1. Anzio - 1 - 0 - 0 - 3p

2. Adwa - 1 - 0 - 0 - 3p

3. St. Pharaoh - 0 - 0 - 1 - 0p

4. Yogurt - 0 - 0 - 1 - 0p

Group C:

1. Pravda - 1 - 0 - 0 - 3p

2. Da Gama - 0 - 1 - 0 - 1p

3. Viggen - 0 - 1 - 0 - 1p

4. Karpatia - 0 - 0 - 1 - 0p

Group D:

1. Bonple - 1 - 0 - 0 - 3p

2. Chi-Ha-Tan - 1 - 0 - 0 - 3p

3. Maple - 0 - 0 - 1 - 0p

4. Gilbert - 0 - 0 - 1 - 0p

Group E:

1. Pannonia - 1 - 0 - 0 - 3p

2. Koala - 0 - 1 - 0 - 1p

3. Cyuuritsu - 0 - 1 - 0 - 1p

4. Tategoto - 0 - 0 - 1 - 0p

Group F:

1. Saunders - 1 - 0 - 0 - 3p

2. Blue Division - 0 - 1 - 0 - 1p

3. Tatenashi - 0 - 1 - 0 - 1p

4. West Kureouji Grona - 0 - 0 - 1 - 0p

Group G:

1. Sudamericana - 1- 0 - 0 - 3p

2. Jungle Tunnel - 1 - 0 - 0 - 3p

3. BC Freedom - 0 - 0 - 1 - 0p

4. Waffle - 0 - 0 - 1 - 0p

Group H:

1. St. B-S-T - 1 - 0 - 0 - 3p

2. Gregor - 1 - 0 - 0 - 3p

3. Atlas - 0 - 0 - 1 - 0p

4. Belwall - 0 - 0 - 1 - 0p

Group I:

1. Kuromorimine - 0 - 1 - 0 - 1p

2. Kebab - 0 - 1 - 0 - 1p

3. Three Rivers - 0 - 1 - 0 - 1p

4. St. Patrick Green - 0 - 1 - 0 - 1p

Group J:

1. Windmill - 1 - 0 - 0 - 3p

2. Eastern Balkan - 1 - 0 - 0 - 3p

3. St. Archipelago - 0 - 0 - 1 - 0p

4. Hilled Gulf - 0 - 0 - 1 - 0p

Group K:

1. Jatkosota - 1 - 0 - 0 - 3p

2. Skanderbeg - 0 - 1 - 0 - 1p

3. Maginot - 0 - 1 - 0 - 1p

4. Strait Vikking - 0 - 0 - 1 - 0p

Group L:

1. St. Gloriana - 1* - 0 - 0 - 3p

2. Viking - 0 - 1 - 0 - 1p

3. Endless Hills - 0 - 1 - 0 - 1p

4. Black Sandstorm - 0 - 0 - 1* - 0p

*Match was automatically awarded as a win for St. Gloriana after one of Black Sandstorm tanks opened fire to one of St. Gloriana crews after the latter's tank was taken out of the active battle.

"Oh hell! What the hell happen to the Deutchbags?! They couldn't take the underlings of Brits?" Caudillo laughed out loud, looking over the table while trying to take as many meaningful conclusions as he could. "Now, even ignoring how much of a stir the unexpected introduction of draws and time limits to officially matches had, BC Freedom lost against Jungle Tunnel and the latter are next on our schedule, so the second round of matches is a be-or-not-to-be for everyone in our group. And given that I'd like my school to end up in a preferable position before drawing the second group stage we can't allow ourselves to trip over them, not in our second match..."

"Come on... Come on... " Medic said with sparking eyes as he summoned what looked like a glitching mass of bones under a dark cloak and lab apron while Rosehip watched the ritual with bone-chilling fear and confusion.

"HAEHAEHAEHAEHAE! I have come to spare a knowledge of the dark VOID." The enigmatic creature said, it's words appearing in a stock white font before Rosehip and switching into winkdings symbols from time to time before returning back to the normal alphabet she could understand.

"Mine Fraulein, this is Doctor W. D. Gaster. A trusted companion of mine and supernatural being fascinated with human technology." Medic added, smilind deviously while scoring a high-five with a flying white hand that had a large hole in it's palm.

"Oh... H-hello to y-you, D-doctor..." Rosehip stuttered, shaking in fear as most people would propably do upon encountering a pananormal activity up close and in person.

"No neeed to worry, little girl. You remembered to call me a Doctor, and that's a KEY to my gratefulness..." Enigmatic and glitching voice came in response, while Gaster moved slightly forward towards her. "Now, what KNOWLEDGE do you seek so desperately that you don't run in fear?"

"I need to know Maken's history." Rosehip responded, showing a slight tones of confidence."

"Maken Bialgovski to be exact, our favourite customer." Medic added, leaning against the wall and spinning what seemed to be a sword-sized needle between his hands.

"Oh, Maken... How specific, really." Enigmatic cackling continued, before a small TV screen appeared between him and Rosehip out of glitching air and aureola of winkdings forming a series of straight lines around it. "Now let me take you in, child. This is necessary for me to show you something absolutely BEAUTIFUL." He added, two pale white hands appearing on his sides like some sort of bodyguards.

"..." Rosehip responded initially with silence before turning her herd towards the Medic, who only gave her a thumb up before going to dust off his tools with a large piece of wet paper. "I'm ready." She added, grabbing hold of herself and stopping her body from shaking.

"WONDERFUL." Gaster cackled, taking her gently by the hand. "Now then, let's see something... Interesting." He added as he suddenly got sucked into a TV screen with Rosehip following after him, not having enough time to react.

"... Where... Are we?" Rosehip asked, getting up from what seemed to be a darkened glass platform while Gaster stood to her left and looked down at the Medic's operation room.

"This is the first visit your... Caudillo, if I remember correctly, had in this very place." Enigmatic creature told her in response, pointing at the roughly humane figure almost fully covered in bandages that wobbled around the room like a penguin while Dr. Ludwig passively drank hot chocolate next to the small desk that normally are seen in elememtary schools.

"And how does it look?" Maken asked him, his eyes looking as if he drank too much magma from a volcano.

"Well, Mister Baligovski... Bialgovski?"

"Baligovski, but both are fine by me and documentation."

"Ekhem, Mister Maken..." Medic made a long pause and read the documentation for about half a minute before putting it away on the nearby desk with packed pills. "Assuming that the friends from ER were thruthful, you have... Nineteen precent of body burned, from which seventeen precent of which are third degree, both testis partially melted, so much internal damage that I won't torture you with lecture and mederate risk of heat-caused alterations within your DNA structure, althrough the last one must be analyses further by laboratorial experts." He ended, taking a sip from his tin cup as if he just celebrated a win on high-risk lottery coupon.

"That's cool and all, but I haven't come here to just hear there is no hope, right?"

"Of course not! Otherwise you wouldn't be here since I would be broke by long time ago!"

"Then I'm interested in the... Alternative offer."

"Are you sure?" Medic asked him, looking at him with utter disbelief.

"Yes. The worst that can happen is sweet embrace of death." Maken responded, step by step he made from the end of the room towards the desk regaining happiness in his eyes.

"Completley?"

"Affirmative."

"Really?"

"Fuck it, we ball."

"In that case I'll give you a look at this." Ludwig said, taking his left hand into a small black circle which appeared on the inside of his coat unknown to Maken and took out from it what looked like a flashing pixel are of human heart, The fact very apparent after seeing it's near triangle-like shape with delicate curves and radiation-like shine.

"I'll be able to install it inside your heart in about a year. Before that I need you to take it's power in slow steps during the visits to me." Medic said to his patient, keeping an analytical glare as he presented the thing to Maken, who already made his way to the table.

"Understood, when is the first time of our experiment?" Maken asked him as the scene began to fade away and Rosehip was left with Gaster in a middle of interstellar nothingness.

"That's all you wanted to show me?" The girl asked him, looking somewhat confused.

"Actuallly yes. The point is, that's everything of value you need in that case." He replied, placing one of his hands on her head. "Rest will be told without words." He added as the hand took a strong grip on her and she was sucked away back into reality.