Chapter Nine: Alone Together
A Few Kilometers Away From Shirataki, Bonple, August 10th, 9:32 A.M.
The column BMW R75 motorcycles roared through the open plains, scouting ahead for the larger army behind them. The lead R75 halted, the driver stopping on top of a large hill. She took off her crusher cap and wiped her sweaty forehead. The soft winds picked her long blonde hair up, and the girl took a pair of binoculars from her breast pocket. She began to peer through them, scanning the horizon.
"Is there something out there, Fräulein?" Another R75 rode up to her. The blonde girl took her eyes off the binoculars. "I thought I saw something in the forest a kilometer off." She replied.
"It's probably just a squirrel." The blonde girl turned to her right and saw the girl sitting in the sidecar, munching on an apple. She had her legs crossed, and she leaned back in her seat, clearly relaxing. The MG34 pointed up to the sky. The blonde girl scowled. "This isn't a joke. We've almost crossed half of Bonple, and there's bound to be some enemy activity here." She said. The girl sitting in the sidecar threw the rest of the apple over her shoulder. She took out a mirror and began applying makeup. "Even if there was something, we would just report it and it would be taken care of." She replied nonchalantly. The blonde driver sighed as she looked into the binoculars once more.
The forest looked to be quiet; the wind had stopped and the trees quit their swaying. The driver narrowed her eyes and concentrated. She zoomed in her binoculars, her vision was now covered in green.
Then she saw it. At first it was just a small shift in the trees, how a few jerked in unnatural directions. Then from the dark forest emerged several girls, unmistakably in Bonple uniforms. After that several tanks followed suit, stopping right at the border of the forest.
"Shit, enemy contact, three o'clock! At the forest!" The driver cursed as she tore her eyes off the binoculars. The other girl sat up in alarm. "What?" She demanded. "They have tanks!" The driver shouted. She revved up the BMW and put her cap back on.
"We need to contact HQ!" She ordered to the other R75s, who also began to start their idling motorcycles as well. She looked into her binoculars. There were even more Bonple soldiers and tanks coming out of the forest, though they didn't seem to notice the Kuromorimine scouting party.
"One..two..three….eight 7TPs." She mumbled. "There must be at least two platoons down there."
"I've got the coordinates down." The girl in the side car exclaimed. The driver nodded. "Good." She said.
Four BMWs turned around and headed back to their field HQ, while the rest continued to observe the enemy force.
"They're heading west." The driver muttered. "They're heading north-west. Maybe they're trying to rendezvous with other units."
"Could be. We did rout a number of troops in the last week." The girl in the sidecar added.
A tank turned its barrel up at the R75 and fired. The shell landed right next next the motorcycle, showering both girls with dirt. "Okay, it's time to move out." The driver said. The girl in the sidecar pulled the MG34 down. "Should we engage them?" She asked while small arms fire flew around them, landing in the dirt in front of them. She cocked the bolt of the mg. The driver shook her head. "We're too outgunned in this situation. We're pulling back."
The motorcycles pulled out of the hill, quickly disappearing in a cloud of thrown-up dirt.
Heeresgruppe Ost Field Headquarters, Bonple, 9:44 A.M.
Koume sat in the tent, leaning on the table. She waved a fan in front of her head and took a gulp of water.
"It's so hot." She moaned. "Why is summer in Japan so goddamn hot?"
Eric walked in the tent, followed by several staff officers. They saluted at the sight of Koume, who lazily responded with her arm raised up.
"What is it?" She demanded. A staff officer stepped up. "There has been several reports of enemy activity in the Shirataki area." She reported. "With many sighting at least a regiment and several tank squadrons. The reports are spread over a kilometer radius."
Koume perked up. "Oh?" The staff officer nodded and continued. "From all the reports we believe the enemy force to be at least three divisions." She said.
"Oh, okay. Just tell Kitayama and the 9th division to deal with them." Koume waved her hand. "Now get out." She ordered, and the staff officers ran out, leaving Eric alone with Koume.
"Victory is close. I can feel it." Koume grinned. "The war will be over and done with." Eric smiled in agreement. "Yes, fräulein."
"Just call me Koume already!" Koume shouted in exasperation.
Kaneyama, Gregor, 10:11 A.M.
Two girls huddled together in an abandoned house as the Kuromorimine bombers dropped their payloads over their heads. The ground quaked and buildings collapsed, but the girls were unharmed save for a few scratches.
"When is it going to stop?" One wailed, her small body trembling. She had short light hair, glasses, freckles and an underdeveloped chest. Compared to her companion, she was like a baby.
"It's okay, Dušana." Another girl embraced her. "It's alright." She was bigger in the sense of breasts, and was a bit taller with a sleeker appearance. She looked like a royal princess. "We'll get through this together." She smiled at the sight of her whimpering friend. She was so cute when she was like that, she thought.
She gave quick kiss on Dušana's forehead, who blushed. "Now's not the time, Emma." She mumbled. Emma smiled. "It's to make you feel better. You know I want you to feel safe." She whispered. Dušana pulled herself into Emma's chest, smelling her rosy fragrance. "You always make me safe. In school, in boot camp, basic training. You were always the only one holding me up."
"You helped me as well." Emma said. "You were the one to approach me when I had nobody to look after me. I can't thank you enough."
"You already paid your debts by being with me." Dušana whispered, her fear fading away. However, another explosion caused her to tear up. "I can't do this anymore. I can't take this!" She screamed, digging her face into Emma's cleavage.
Emma pulled her out of her shirt. "Stop this crying. I said we're going to survive this." She grabbed the back of Dušana's head and leaned her face in closer.
Their lips locked together, Emma's deep red and Dušana's lighter pink fusing into one. Dušana's face begins to burn up as Emma's soft lips overpower her mouth, and her entire core turned warm. Their tongues were interlocked in a dance of intimacy for several long minutes.
Dušana tore her face away completely red. Standing up, she looked around. The noise of explosions was now being accompanied by gunfire and shouts from outside. "Let's get out of here." She said. Emma grinned as she also stood up, following her shorter lover.
They broke out of the room they were holed up in, a second story bedroom. They had stayed there the night before, using it as a defensive position against the surprise Kuromorimine invasion. They had attacked the town yesterday but were repulsed by the stubborn defenders. To celebrate their small victory, Emma and Dušana had spent the entire night indulging in romantic passions, staining the bedsheets with saliva, sweat, blood and other bodily fluids.
They opened the door and walked down the hallway. As they walked down they glanced at the rooms adjacent to the bedroom. The bathroom was completely caved in, with the roof tiles lying in a heap on the floor.
"Good thing that wasn't us." Dušana mumbled. They descended the stairs, half of which was crushed by a slab of concrete. The two girls leaped over the concrete and landed with a soft tap against the wooden floor.
As they walked across the first floor the wooden floorboards made a loud creak, echoing throughout the empty residence. The two froze when the pounding of artillery grew closer and the shuffling of footsteps was heard just beyond the walls.
"Shit!" Emma whispered to Dušana, and they tiptoed into the dining room, taking cover under the table. From underneath they could see the window, and the shadows that walked outside. The shadow stopped by the window, broke the glass and the face of a girl peeked in, only to throw a grenade into the dining room.
Fortunately the grenade landed in the far side of the dining room, showering the room with dust and thousands of shrapnel. The two girls clamped their mouths shut as the dust cloud quickly enveloped them.
As the cloud slowly dissipated the soldier looked in again. Seeing nothing, she begins to climb through the broken window, only to get shot from the back of the head building across the street.
The body fell into the dining room, making a loud crashing noise. The two girls crawled out of their hiding place and sighed in relief. "That was close." Dušana said, her hand over her chest. Emma smiled. "Yeah, they almost got us. But they didn't." She glanced out of the window, and immediately pulled herself back in.
"It's too dangerous outside." She decided, looking back at Dušana. "We need to hide here for a bit more." They were about to crouch down when they heard the whine of artillery shells aiming for the house. Emma screamed and pushed Dušana out of the way as the entire wall and wall collapsed above them. They ran as more shells landed in the home, destroying furniture and the structure.
"In there!" A panicked Dušana exclaimed and pointed to the open door of the basement. They bolted towards the door as pieces of furniture flew behind them.
Just as the two girls hurled themselves down the basement stairs, a huge piece of concrete crushed the swinging door, blocking the only exit of the basement. "Oh shit!" Emma shouted as she banged frantically against the concrete. Dušana watched as she pushed with all her strength, to no avail.
She collapsed on the floor, panting heavily. "No. No no no no." She hung her head low and bright yellow hair draping over her desolate expression. She looked up at Dušana. "I can't move it out of the way!" She exclaimed.
Dušana's eyes began to fill up with tears. "I-I'm sorry!" She stammered. "I thought this would be a safe place!" She started to cry. Emma got up and hugged her. "It's not your fault. You did your best." She whispered. She wiped Dušana's eyes and took her hand. "Come on, let's try together."
Together they grabbed any furniture they found and smashed it against the concrete barrier in a futile attempt to get out. After half an hour both were lying on the ground, both gasping for air. Pieces of shattered furniture were dispersed around them.
"We can't do it." Dušana mumbled. "We can't get out of here." She put her hands over her eyes. "We're going to die here!"
Emma slowly got up. "Let's not lose hope." She said optimistically. "Maybe somebody will rescue us!" She suggested, grinning at Dušana. They both fell silent as they listened to the rush of combat above them, with the rattling of guns and the blasts of grenades dampening their only hope.
"Nobody is going to find us in the battle." Dušana muttered, slumping against the stone wall. "We're going to die alone." Emma rushed over and kissed her on the cheek. "At least we have each other! Things can't get any worse, can they?" She said in a hopeful tone.
They both yelped as the lights went out, blanketing the entire basement with darkness. "Ahh. What the hell is this?" Dušana wailed. "We need to look for a flashlight or something!" Emma shouted, getting on all fours and sweeping the floor. Dušana whimpered as she followed suit, crawling around with her eyes glued shut.
Three hours later, a small flashlight shined brightly against the wall, along with a large springy mattress. There were also three white pillows and a bed sheet. Emma rummaged through several large boxes. "Good thing the people that lived here used the basement as a storage area. We found so many cans and boxes of food for us to eat." She opened up a crate and whistled when she pulled out several incense candles. "Look at this!" She turned to a pouting Dušana. "Now finding this was unexpected! Now we need some matches!" She dug her hand in the crate and pulled out a box of matches. "Nice!" She exclaimed in surprise. She walked over to the makeshift bed they made and plopped down next to Dušana, who watched as she placed the candles around the bed.
"What are you doing?" Dušana demanded. Emma looked at her. "I thought we should at least enjoy the time we have together…" She whispered. "We're not going to survive down here. I know we're going to die. I-" She choked on her words. "I'm prepared to die. I don't care if I live or die anymore." Dušana's eyes widened. "But-"
Emma's cheery facade cracked. "I just wanted to spend my last few hours with you! That was my only wish, and it came true!" She shouted. "I want to die in your arms! I don't care about anything else. And I was so happy now that we have our own tomb." She saw Dušana's pale face, and she broke down. "I know I'm being selfish and crazy! But my life was nothing without you! I can't live without you. I didn't want to tell you because I thought you would hate me for that." She grabbed Dušana's hand. "I love you more than anything in the world. Please, don't hate me for being so selfish!"
Dušana faintly smiled and gripped Emma's hand. "Don't worry. I was getting tired of this life as well. This can be our honeymoon of eternity." She said, and Emma's face lit up. She froze and her eyes narrowed, to Emma's confusion. She stood up and ran over to the corner of the basement. She came back with several bottles of liquor in her hands. "Shall we have a little fun?" She asked as she opened them with a wine opener. She took a swig of a bottle and alcohol dripped down her mouth. As she took her lips off the bottle Emma's tongue lapped the excess liquor off of her face. Emma pushed Dušana onto the bed, both of them laughed as they fell down.
"What are you, a dog?" Dušana asked. A wide smile crept onto Emma's face. "I'll be your pet if you want." She winked. Dušana smirked. "Are you sure you want me as your master? I won't treat you well." She sat up and chugged down half a bottle of liquor. Emma got up as well and began drinking the bottles that stood on the ground.
After drinking four bottles they both kneeled on the bed, red-headed. Emma lit the incense candles and turned off the flashlight, illuminating the couple with a bright orange color. She giggled as she took off her shirt, revealing her buxom chest. "Come on, show me your flat meadow." She cooed, running her finger down Dušana's chest. Dušana scowled as she ripped her shirt off, where unlike Emma, her breasts were little bumps. "Don't look at them too much." She muttered as she blushed. Emma lowered down and put her mouth on Dušana's chest, who cried out in surprise. Emma came back up, saliva dripping down her red lips. "Don't be embarrassed." She whispered. "Your body is perfect." Her hands crept down Dušana's hips and under her skirt. Dušana almost jumped up when Emma's long fingers slowly tear her underwear from her skin, and moaned out loud. Emma giggled. "You like that don't you?" She asked, kissing her lover again. Dušana nodded. Emma snuggled closer. "Why don't you retaliate?" She stood up to rip off her skirt and underwear, turning Dušana's face completely red. Grinning, Emma pounced on Dušana and pulled her panties off. "No, stop!" Dušana shouted drunkenly, but Emma was relentless in her attack. She was soon towering over Dušana, their bodies connecting together.
The flames of the candles flickered as the two bodies rocked back and forth, the mattress making a loud creaking sound. Moans of ecstasy broke through the heavy panting and grunting. Dušana, on her back latched her fingers around Emma's rear end while Emma continued to fondle Dušana's bare chest. The air in the basement grew hot as the bodies rubbed in a quick rhythm, sweat coating their skin.
Dušana gritted her teeth as her insides turned warm and the feeling of liquid accumulating grew. "Ah, Emma!" She shouted as she looked up at Emma's face, who had an expression of absolute pleasure. She let out a loud cry before opening her eyes. "You too?" She asked as she swayed forwards. Dušana nodded, tearing up.
Several minutes later, they both lay on the bed, out of breath. Their thighs were hot and sticky. "That...was...amazing…" Emma gasped out. Dušana climbed on top of Emma's stomach. "It was the best time I ever had." She replied, snuggling up Emma. "But I guess this is our last time…" Emma whispered as the ground began to shake. Cracks appeared in the ceiling, and little pebbles landed on Dušana's back. Dušana's grip around Emma tightened. She kissed Emma. "I don't care anymore. You're with me, and that's all that matters."
"Yeah, you're right." Emma smiled as little fragments of the ceiling began to cave in. She grabbed Dušana's hips. "I've lived a good life with you. Nothing more could be better." She arched her hips up. "How about we finish it off with a bang?" She winked, and raised a bottle of wine. Dušana nodded and pulled herself off of Emma's body, towering over her.
The couple began their final act of love while the world around them crashed to the ground.
Kuromorimine High School, 10:31 A.M.
Maho's phone chimed endlessly on the table while she nestled in her bed. The German song "Panzerlied" blared out, but Maho continued to sleep. The phone continued to vibrate across the surface.
There were many knocks on the door. "Commander!" Erika's voice called out from the other side. "Commander, wake up. Your phone is ringing." She opened the door and walked in.
Groaning, Maho finally woke up, wiping her eyes with her arm. She turned to face Erika, who turned red. "Commander, why are you-" She couldn't finish her sentence and turned around. Maho looked down at her bare chest. "Oh, it was hot last night." She said nonchalantly. She leaned over the bed and grabbed a shirt. She quickly threw it over her head, not bothering to put on a bra.
She faintly smiled at Erika, who blushed and walked out of the room. She stood up and picked up her phone.
"Hello?" She answered. "Nishizumi!" The voice of Géza pierced her ears. "What the hell happened?"
"What do you mean?" Maho asked in a confused tone. "You said you were going to take a defensive stance against Gregor! So why did you invade?" Géza demanded. Maho sighed. "Erika suggested we attack. Gregor was also anticipating us to take a defensive posture against them. So we decided to strike them while they were still organizing. Thanks to that, their entire army is in disarray right now." She chuckled. "I also made things easier for you, so you should thank me."
"Sure, whatever. You should really stop throwing everybody around like a damn train ride." Géza said in an annoyed tone from the other side. The phoneline clicked, and Maho was left with a beeping noise.
Ooarai High School 1:20 P.M.
Anzu munched on sweet dried potatoes, reading the newspaper. "Hm, things are getting even more crazier, Kawashima." She said, turning towards Momo. Momo frowned. "Please work." She muttered. Anzu shrugged. "Don't worry about it!" swiveled around in her swivel chair. "I'm just catching up on the news so you don't have to. That's my job."
"Thank you for doing your job." Yuzu entered the room and patted Anzu's head, who purred. Momo glared at the two of them. "Stop slacking!" She ordered. Yuzu chuckled as she flipped through several folders. Momo grumbled as she walked away with a file in her hand. "You two need to be more serious." She mumbled under her breath.
As she opened the door to leave, Sodoko rushed in, pushing Momo out of the way. "Hey!" Momo shouted but she stumbled her way in front of Anzu, panting heavily. She straightened up and saluted. "There's a problem down at the city hall." She exclaimed. Anzu raised her eyebrow. "Problem?" She asked. The Sodoko nodded. "There was a small protest in front of the Kuromorimine embassy, but it turned into a fight." She reported. "Things are getting out of hand." Anzu jumped up from the chair, throwing the bag of sweet dried potatoes on to the ground. "Deploy the Public Morals Security Force!" She ordered, referring to the police branch of the Public Morals Committee. These were the elite of the elite, trained to deal with all kinds of domestic situations. They were even called the secret police, who would use torture to put down opposition. While they were small in numbers, their quality proved to be superior.
Sodoko saluted again. "Yes, president." She turned around and left, leaving Yuzu and Momo shivering. "Is that…" Yuzu whispered, but Anzu shushed her. "Things are getting worse." She sat back down in her chair, picking up the bag of sweet dried potatoes. "We have to push through the obstacles in front of us."
Kuromorimine Embassy, Ooarai High School, 1:20 P.M.
Rocks crashed through the windows, and shards of glass flew into the room. The half a dozen or so girls cowered underneath desks and behind walls as the entire embassy was assailed by different objects by the hundreds of girls besieging the building. "Won't help come?" One girl whimpered, holding her hands over her head. Another girl cradled her as she peeked over the window, looking at the mob before her. She flinched as a stone soared in front of her. "This could be a diplomatic incident." She muttered as her fingers crept onto her Luger pistol. The Kuromorimine embassador to Ooarai, Matsuura, or known by the strange nickname "Sangou" frowned when a voice from outside called out. "Come out!" It boomed, aided by a megaphone. "We demand you to come out and talk!"
Matsuura scowled. "How the hell does throwing rocks translate to talks?" She shouted. "All your doing is acting like a savage!"
"Don't be a hypocrite!" The voice thundered back. "Your school has attacked several neighbors. You have no right to have a say in what happens here!" Matsuura gripped her holster, out of nervousness and fear. These brutes were just waiting to break in and lynch them. She wondered why the crowd was so hostile in the first place; Kuromorimine and Ooarai never had any grievances in the past, on the contrary to be exact.
"You savages have no right to be in our school!" The voice blared. More rocks flew into the room. The Kuromorimine staff screamed as a firework landed right next to them. Matsuura watched in horror as the firework exploded, throwing bright sparks into the girl's faces. They shrieked in pain as the flares rocketed into their faces and bodies. Matsuura took out her Luger and fired through the broken window. She relished as the girls outside panicked and screamed. "You idiots!" She hollered as she stood up, taking cover behind the wall. "Do you want an international incident? This will not end up in your favor!"
"Of course we want one! We will join the war against Kuromorimine." The voice boasted. "You will not succeed in your inhumane conquests, and we will join in the spoils of destroying your brutal empire."
Matsuura's eyes widened as she heard shouts, and loud booms resonating from the hallways. They're trying to take down the doors! She realized. "Where the hell is the police in this place?" She exclaimed as she heard the doors crack under the pressure.
Kana stood at the porch of the embassy, grinning smugly at the sight before her. She and her hundreds of friends have now created a battering ram out of iron pipes and wooden logs, and were bashing against the door. She put her hands on her hips in satisfaction, content with her victory. She had gathered many of her friends and girls that supported the war against Kuromorimine and began a campaign against Kuromorimine. For the past few days they had been distributing propaganda and rumors. And now they were assaulting the embassy of the great enemy.
A crowd had assembled beyond the rabble of girls trying to break into the embassy, intrigued by the event, and many no doubt passively condoning them, hooting and whistling. Kana turned her head and saw all her support. The crying from inside only further made her smile. Soon, Kuromorimine would get the punishment it deserves.
Then there were the wails of sirens, and several armored cars and tanks appeared from the street corners, surrounding the mass of girls in front of the embassy. A small smirk grew on Matsuura's lips as she watched as dozens of Public Morals Security Force troops dismount from the armored cars, armed with batons and water cannons, while tanks fired smoke shells converged on the lynch mob.
The one thousand girls attempted to scatter, dropping the battering ram and projectiles, trying to blend into the panicked onlookers. The Public Morals Committee Security Force charge into the fray, knocking down girls with their blunt weapons and dragging them to the ground. Within minutes dozens were being handcuffed or were taken away unconscious.
Kana looked all around her and saw her friends being arrested and beaten down. She turned and ran, eager to escape this round-up. She pushed her way through a throng of civilians and was right about to turn a corner when white smoke engulfed her. She staggered back and covered her face with her arms.
The smoke dissipated, and in front of Kana sat a Panzer IV, its barrel smoking. To her horror, the hatch of the Panzer opened up and a girl with short light brown hair stared down at her. Kana's anger boiled over as Miho looked down at her with pitying eyes.
Kana knelt down and picked up a rock from the ground. Standing back up, she chucked it at Miho. But to her shock, Miho caught the rock as it shot straight towards her face. She pulled her arm back, rock in hand. She propelled her arm forward, and Kana's vision turned black.
Viggens High School, 3:38 P.M.
Hundreds of workers bustled around the facility, loading hundreds of crates filled with iron bars. Right next to the biggest steel mill in the school, it was used to transport the steel to other schools, mainly Kuromorimine. It had a subway station and airport specially built to ship the ingredients to be built into rifles and tanks. Soldiers watched as the guards loaded the steel into the trains and cargo planes.
A girl in a guard's uniform walked around the compounds, looking around the place. She pulled down her hat, covering her pale face and black hair as several more guards walked past her chatting to each other. As they passed, the guards nodded to the girl, who smiled back in response. The girl sighed in relief when the guards passed the corner, and resumed surveying the area. She was quite nervous, being deep in hostile territory, scoping out an area she was fairly familiar with. She was not a guard of the compound, nor was she even a member of the Viggens school in the first place. She was a spy from Viking Fisheries, her mission to disrupt the trade between Kuromorimine and Viggens. Her hands were shoved into her pants as she searched for her target.
She stopped when she found it; a large garage building, with cranes loading tons of steel into humongous transports and workers running around. Whistling, she nonchalantly walked up the garage ramp and into the depot. She walked through the bustling workers, and behind a large container. She stopped when she was out of sight, peeking her head to make sure nobody was looking. At least nobody would hear; the shouts of workers and roaring of trucks all but masked her presence.
She dug into her shirt and took out a large plastic box, with little wires protruding out and a little timer ticking downwards; a bomb. Quickly she placed it against the container and scurried away. She rushed past the workers and guards and left the garage in a hurry, with nobody even batting an eye to her behavior.
She picked up her pace and ran out of the compound, shedding her uniform. She darted through the back and climbed through a hole in the wire fence. She stopped breathless when she was outside of the compound, looking back as she leaned against a tree.
Then a series of explosions erupted from within the facility. Gray smoke poured out from the garage, and bright flames rose up into the sky. The girl smiled. The bombs she had placed around the compound were not duds. The one by the fuel storage was especially effective in destroying the facility. The wails of sirens and shouting of people grew as they stampeded outside to avoid the fires and explosions. The girl twisted her hair into a ponytail, took off her shirt and pants, and put on a skirt. She ran over to the rear of a small building and took out a collapsable bike that she had prepared beforehand. She rode out of there, disappearing in a cloud of dust.
The City-state of Tokyo, 4:45 P.M.
A little girl was sleeping in a chair, surrounded by numerous bear dolls. Wearing a colorful dress, long stockings and a long black ribbon on the side of her head. A beret too big for her sat above her hair. Her long, light blonde hair was draped over the armrests. Her relaxed face made small wheezing sounds as she slowly inhaled through her nose, and out her mouth.
There were several knocks at the door from across the room. "Commander?" The door slowly opened and three faces peered in. "Say, would you look at that?" The first one said, her glasses twinkling. "Never seen the commander with such a peaceful face." She muttered. The second one nearly squealed. "We should take a picture." She said. The third one slaps her head. "That's going to wake her up!" She hissed. The second girl grunted and backed down. "Come on, Azumi." She whimpered. "Shut up, Megumi." She growled.
"Stop arguing." The first girl snapped, pulling them both back. "Let's leave her alone." The three girls stepped away from the door and turned around. "I guess we should tell the commander another time." Megumi said. Azumi sighed. "You're right. Maybe we shouldn't even know of this, Rumi."
"But she is our commander. She leads Tokyo, so it is only natural she should be informed." Rumi grunted as the walked up the flight of stairs. "But she's only 11!" Megumi said. "I don't think she would be able to take it."
"She should be spared from all of this." Azumi muttered as the three stopped in front of a room, where two soldiers saluted and opened the doors. They walked into a large war room, complete with maps of Japan. "Kuromorimine is at war with all of their neighbors." Rumi said, looking at the maps. Azumi nodded. "And it seems they're winning." She added. "Anzio and Kebab are getting ready for a fight too." Megumi said.
"That'll just weaken everybody around us." Rumi grinned. Megumi began to chuckle. "The other schools won't even be able to try to attempt to stop us." She said. "They are already too weak to oppose us; this will only make our job easier." Azumi unrolled a map of Tokyo, with the surrounding schools of Ooarai, Tatenashi, Anzio, Kebab and Gallipoli all under the flag of the light blue flag of Selection University covering their territory. "Our power over Japan will soon be cemented, and our commander will rule unhindered." She sneered.
Hey! I am back with another chapter! School started just three days ago, so things are getting busy for me! Things are going to get much busier, so it will take a lot longer to finish the next chapters for the story. Thank you all for following this adventure, and I hope you continue to enjoy!