Hello again, and welcome back for the final chapter in this collection.

Like before, I'll let you get to it, but it's gonna be wordy at the end. And a bit...mushy? I'm not sure, I cobbled that part together in quite a few minutes based on my thoughts at the time, but either way have fun with this last entry.

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Story 4: Buxom Witch, Little Panther Witch, and A Cameo?

For Charlotte, she was busy tending to her Striker Unit for a while when Francesca rushed into the hangar, rather excited.

"Shirley!" the Romagnan Witch exclaimed, using Charlotte's nickname. "Shirley!"

"Hmm?" Charlotte asked as she looked up from her Striker Unit and lifted the work goggles she was wearing from her eyes. "What do you want, Lucchini?"

"I'm bored! Play with me!"

"Why don't you go and find Roland or something? I'm sure he'd figure out something to keep you busy."

"I tried, but he went off with Captain Barkhorn and Lieutenant Hartmann."

"Hmm…well…" The buxom Liberion Witch sighed as she removed her goggles and laid them on the Striker Unit as she started to close it back up, adding a mental reminder to finish the tune-up later today. "The Neuroi haven't attacked lately, so…I guess training all the time can't be good either…"

"Training?" The Romagnan Witch looked a little hesitant.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "Hey, don't tell me you're skipping training again?"

"Um, well…" the rest of Francesca's sentence was gibberish as she touched the tips of her index fingers together like she had taken a cookie from the cookie jar and had been asked to explain her actions.

Charlotte could only sigh. "Oh, you're hopeless. Okay, but just for a while. What do you want us to do?"

"I don't know, just play with me!"

Charlotte thought of an idea and got one. "Oh yeah! There's a song everyone in the unit has taken a liking to lately. Do you know it?"

Francesca shook her head. "I don't. How does it go?"

Charlotte cleared her throat. "It goes like this: Kimi no naka ni, watashi wo zutto~…"

Francesca furrowed her eyebrows as she tried making a connection. "Hmm, I might have heard it."

"Good, then try to sing it."

Francesca tried but was only able to make random noises that sounded like they were Japanese…if the words she used actually existed in the language.

Charlotte laughed heartily as she replied with, "That's a little too random, don't you think?" She then cleared her throat again, hoping that her Romagnan teammate would be able to pick up the song. "Bookmark shite ne~"

More gibberish from Francesca.

"Warainagara, ganbatta to, mechakucha hemete ne~"

Even more gibberish from the student (since this was clearly turning into either a lesson in trying to teach Francesca how to sing the song in question or one in how long Charlotte would take the Romagnan Witch's attempts at singing the lyrics).

Based on the buxom Witch's laughter during the last bit, it'd be safer to say that it was the latter. "Hey you! Do it properly!"

Francesca chuckled as she replied with, "But I am!" She then tried again…need I say how that went?

"Ahaha, come on…" Charlotte sighed. "Oh well. Okay, I'll teach you how it goes. Listen carefully, okay?"

"Yep!"

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Charlotte finished the song she had been trying to teach Francesca and opened her eyes (she had closed them to focus on the song more than the possible hijinks her Romagnan teammate would have been causing.

"And that's how it goes! What do you think, Lucchini?" she said before looking around for Francesca in confusion. "Oh? Where did she go? Hey! Where are you?" Charlotte walked around the hangar in search of her friend. "Lucchini? Lucchini! Lucchini? Lucchini!" She then spotted part of Francesca's wild pigtails sticking out from behind the stand that her Striker Unit was resting in. "Oh? Ah, there you are! I finally found you!" She approached the sleeping Witch, who was curled up into a ball as she was snoozing away. The buxom Witch heard Francesca mutter something in her sleep. "Oh, she's asleep." Francesca muttered some more as Charlotte crouched down next to her and examined the sleeping pose, chuckling to herself. "She's really…" Francesca gave off a cute snore. "But wait, what an odd posture." She then noticed that the back of the Romagnan Witch's panties had slid down, revealing a bit of her posterior. "Hey, your butt is exposed…! You might catch a cold. Hold on…" Charlotte fixed Francesca's panties so that they were covering her rear properly as the Romagnan Witch muttered some more words. "Yeah, that's better."

It was at this time that Francesca jumped out at her, grabbing onto Charlotte's breasts.

"…Mama…!" the Romagnan Witch said audibly as she grabbed Charlotte by surprise.

"Ah, hey!" Charlotte shouted quickly as she tried prying the Romagnan Witch off of her. "Don't cling to me!" She nearly squealed in surprise as she felt Francesca fondle her breasts. "Don't grope me!" The Romagnan Witch then entered her usual resting point, her face buried within her chest. "Don't bury your face in them!" She then sighed as she stopped trying to pry Francesca off. "…Really. Have I become one of those doting parents?" She then blinked as she realized a simple fact: "Hold on! I'm only sixteen! And I'm not even her parent…but…I wonder if Lucchini's mother really looks that much like me?" Francesca gave off some more garbled words, and the buxom Witch chuckled lightly. "Hmm…she's pretty cute when she sleeps." She then combed Francesca's hair gently. "So, Lucchini? Are you dreaming about your home?"

"…Can't eat…any more…" was the Romagnan Witch's only response.

Charlotte sighed again as she thought about the friend she had left in Liberion, Draco Leonardo Dracon[1].

The two had met by pure coincidence when the buxom Witch had injured herself riding her bike. Draco had found her and helped her travel to his house, where his mother gave her better bandages. After that, the two spent weekends with Draco's father as he worked on cars. The last time they had seen each other was the day she broke the land speed record at the Bonneville Salt Flats, before she was offered the position of being a Witch in the military.

She sighed again.

It would be really nice to see him again…

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The first thing Francesca did was yawn and stretch her arms.

"I slept well…" she said to herself before looking up and into Charlotte's eyes. "Oh, Shirley? What are you doing here?"

"So you're finally awake," the buxom Witch told her neutrally.

Francesca yawned again. "Good morning."

"Don't say 'good morning'!" Charlotte looked a little irritated now. "It's way past noon! I can't believe you manage to go to sleep and wake up so many times a day."

"Aw, come on. 'Sleeping kids grow', as they say."

"Hmm? Well, yeah. You could use some growing." She sounded a little doubtful.

Francesca picked up on the hidden message quickly. "What do you mean by that?! Someday, I'll be as boing boing as you are!"

"As I am? I wonder…" Charlotte tried imagining the situation.

The Romagnan Witch growled in irritation. "If I say so, it will be so! My mama is really big too, you know!"

Charlotte became curious. "Oh? Really? I'd like to see your mother's face, then. Or, I guess, 'I'd like to see your mother's breasts[2]' fits better in this case."

"What's that supposed to mean…?" Francesca now looked like she was about to cry.

The buxom Witch soon picked up on the incoming problem. "W-what? I was just trying to crack a Liberion joke…"

Francesca smiled weakly. "Really?" She then thought of something. "Oh yeah." She dug inside her breast pockets and found what looked like a tattered photo. "I have a picture of my mama! Look!" The Romagnan Witch handed the photo to Charlotte, who grabbed it gingerly.

"Whoa! This picture is falling to pieces. Do you always keep this on you?" Charlotte had to carefully fix her grip to avoid tearing the photo up.

"Yeah, I do. So what?"

"Well, nothing…" Charlotte examined the photo and laughed heartily. "So this is your mom?"

"Yeah! What do you think?"

Charlotte examined the photo carefully. "You're right, her bust is even greater than mine…Actually, I think it's twice my size." By her expectation, Roland would probably die of a nosebleed if he saw the photo. Or made a crack about having seen someone who beat the buxom Witch's breast size.

"Right? See, my mama is great!"

"Yeah…" Charlotte examined the photo more closely. "Actually, I'd say her waist and hips are…even greater than her bust."

"Hmm?" Francesca took a look at the phot herself. "Really? Well, yeah…she's…a bit…fat?"

"She doesn't look like me at all!" Charlotte was now angry.

"W-what?!" The Romagnan Witch was baffled…and terrified. "What are you getting angry for?!"

"You said she looked just like me!"

"N-n-no I didn't!"

"Take it back!"

"But I didn't say it!" The Romagnan Witch got up and started to run off.

"Hey!" Charlotte stood up and gave chase herself.

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"Actually," Charlotte said as they stood behind the stand with her Striker Unit, resting from twenty minutes' worth of running circles around the other Striker Units, "when I think about it, you're right in claiming you never told me I looked like your mother. I remembered wrong."

"You're so mean, Shirley!" Francesca told her in return.

"Yeah…sorry." The Buxom Witch then clapped her hands. "Okay, now that we've made up, let's go take a bath."

"Bath?" Francesca looked ecstatic. "Yeah, okay!"

They walked over to the bath area, chanting some sort of marching tune. As soon as they got there, they proceeded in and started getting undressed. A while later, they stepped inside the bath and relaxed.

"Ah…" Charlotte began as she let her body loosen up. "Not to sound like Major Sakamoto, but it really is nice to take a bath after a little exercise."

"Oh yeah, Shirley?" Francesca asked as something crossed her mind. "You know that movie Yoshika was going to have the leading role in? What kind of movie was that?"

"Hmm…" Charlotte thought about that time period. "That's a good question. I guess it's not a romantic movie since Yoshika has the leading role in it…"

"Yeah, I think Lieutenant Roland-kun[3] would be better for that type of movie seeing as he's the only male Witch on the base."

"You might be right about that…oh yeah! Now I remember! I think they said it was going to be a documentary."

"Dokyumentari?" Francesca had obviously never heard of the word before. "What's that?"

"Um, well…a movie that tries to portray something that has actually happened in a serious manner."

"What? Sounds boring!"

Charlotte chuckled. "Yeah, perhaps. But you know, since it'll be about Miyafuji, and Miyafuji is a pretty strange girl, it might turn out pretty funny. And perhaps it'll even become popular."

"You think?"

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders. "Well, you never know. From what I've heard, the people over in Fuso have pretty strange taste when it comes to stuff like this[4]."

"Hey, do you think we'll be in it and look cool?"

"Oh yeah. They're going to use footage from real battles, so perhaps we will! Though I'm still confused on why they asked Roland to have little shooting time when we were doing the filming for the newer parts of that Pee-Ar."

"Probably to avoid placing too much attention on him and set it more to us lovely ladies."

"Yeah, but he has done as much as we have. Don't you think he at least deserves a little more screen time?"

Francesca shook her head. "Sounds more like someone will write a story about us and include Lieutenant Roland-kun[5]. Either way, yay!"

Charlotte gave off a cheery laugh. "So we'll have our debut on the big screen too! Oh yeah." She then sighed. "That actually used to be my dream…"

"Really?" Francesca looked perplexed. "You wanted to become an actress?"

"Well, I actually wanted to be a singer. After I broke the speed record in Bonneville Flats, perhaps I could have chosen that career instead of becoming a Witch…"

"Really?"

"…Or perhaps I couldn't…"

"Which is it?!" Francesca sounded impatient.

Charlotte gave off a laugh as she added, "Well, I didn't try to go to a real school for it like Commanding Officer Minna. But well…I guess you could explain it like this…"

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"Wow!" Francesca said once the buxom Liberion Witch finished the song she had sung. "Shirley, you're so cool!"

Charlotte gave off a casual chuckle as she replied with, "Not bad, eh?"

"Yeah, it was great!"

"I used to sing when Draco and I worked on my bike to prepare it for Bonneville, so it wasn't much."

Francesca blinked. "Draco?"

"Yeah, he was a childhood friend I had…" She then noticed that the Romagnan Witch was giving her a suspicious look. "What?"

"Was he some boyfriend you had?"

"Well, he was a boy, and he was my friend…" Charlotte then blinked. "Hold up! We were just friends, that's all!"

"Sure you were."

"Me and Draco were like how Roland and Yoshika are right now. Anyways, now it's your turn to sing!"

"What?!" Francesca blinked in shock. "Me?" She then nodded her head excitedly. "Okay, I'll sing!" She then took a deep breath…

And did nothing.

"Do it!" Charlotte encouraged.

"Or will I?" Francesca replied slyly as she looked at her teammate rather deviously.

"Hey now…"

"Just kidding! Right, I'll do it!"

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"Ahh…!" Charlotte said in relief as she and Francesca stepped back into the dressing area to get dressed again. "That was nice!"

"I'm all warm and cozy!" Francesca said as she hugged her towel tightly and squirmed around a bit. The two of them had started getting dressed, the Romagnan Witch's uniform being buttoned up while Charlotte's was still unbuttoned, showing a light blue bra.

"Come here, Lucchini. I'll help you dry your hair." The buxom Witch started to walk towards her teammate.

"No, you don't have to." Francesca started taking a few steps back.

"Yes, I do. You'll catch a cold if you walk around still wet." She then lunged and grabbed Francesca in a hug. "Ha! Caught you!"

"Aw! I got caught!"

"Now…" Charlotte proceeded to dry Francesca's hair while laughing, but the Romagnan Witch didn't like the way the buxom Witch was doing it.

"Augh! Shirley! You're too rough! It hurts!" Francesca then started squirming around in Charlotte's grip.

"Hey! I'm not done yet!"

"Yes, you are!" Francesca was mad.

"What are you getting angry for?"

"You really are just like my mama! Too much raw strength!"

"That's because you're trying to escape! Also, weren't we done with that topic earlier?"

"Bah! I never said you didn't look like her! Look!" Francesca twisted herself so that she could grip Charlotte's breasts and play with them. "Boing boing! They're exactly alike! Boing boing! Boing boing!"

"Stop it!" Charlotte tried shoving Francesca away. "My breasts aren't toys! And I'm not that fat, am I?"

"Ha! I don't know about that, but they do feel just alike!"

"Hey! Take that back!"

"No! Just alike! Just alike!" Francesca slipped out of Charlotte's grip and bolted out of the bath area.

Charlotte then realized that the Romagnan Witch had never put her panties back on.

"Ah!" she said in surprise as she grabbed Francesca's panties, reached the doorway, and peeked out to watch the Romagnan Witch run. "Wait, don't run away! At least put some pants on before running away!"

"Don't wanna!" Francesca shouted back. "If I tried putting pants on, you'd just catch me!"

"Ah, no I wouldn't. So please." The only response she got from Francesca this time was a cheerful laugh, and she growled. "Now you're just making me angry, Lucchini!" She started running after the Romagnan Witch. "Do you really think you can beat Glamorous Shirley in speed?"

Francesca had turned her head to look behind her and spotted Charlotte starting to come after her. "Ah! She's running after me!" She then noticed that there was something off. "Ah! Wait! You're not one to talk!" Evidently, Charlotte had neglected to put her panties back on as well.

"Shut it!"

"Wah! Help me!"

"Just put them on!"

"But you're not wearing any either!"

"I don't care. First, you put them on!"

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Meanwhile, Roland was walking down the halls, holding a glass cup that had previously held some water in his right hand.

The reason why he was out and about was that he had been talking to Minna, Gertrud, and Erica about a possible new film being made by Karlsland. He had run out of water during the talking and, after asking if anyone else was thirsty, was walking to the kitchen to get the drinks.

Now, as some of you may have guessed already, the male Witch didn't exactly have very good luck when it came to random events on the base, having been dragged into the bath by Mio once (he ended up fainting when he saw Charlotte in the bath, already naked[6]).

Cue what he ended up seeing as he reached an intersection: Francesca raced by him rather quickly followed by Charlotte. Both girls had put their shirts on, though the orange-haired Witch had neglected to button up and was showing a light blue bra.

There was also a major element they both shared as he took a closer look: neither of them had put their panties back on (though Charlotte was holding Francesca's undies in her right hand).

Roland froze up once he caught that detail, his cup still in his right hand. He then stayed in that pose until Yoshika and Lynette came by, chatting away rather happily.

"Huh?" Yoshika asked as she noticed the frozen male Witch. "Hey, Roland-kun." She didn't get a reply. "Roland-kun?" The girls then stepped up to him as they inspected him out of curiosity.

"Is he feeling alright?" Lynette asked as she gingerly tapped his right shoulder, like he was a dangerous animal.

"I don't know." Yoshika waved her left hand in front of his face and still got no response. She then noticed his cup. "Must have wanted to get some more water or something."

"Should we get him to the infirmary?"

Yoshika shook her head. "No. He's not injured. Not yet, at least physically." She then sighed. "Maybe we should carry him into the kitchen and get him out of this."

It took a while for the two to carry him from Point A (where they found him) to Point B (the kitchen), and by the time they placed him back on his frozen feet they were exhausted.

"He really is heavy…" Lynette said as she was panting.

"I know…" Yoshika agreed as she gently pried the cup out of Roland's hand. "Better go put this somewhere for now…"

"Miyafuji, Lynne," Mio's voice said as she stepped into the kitchen. "Ready for some more…" She then noticed Roland's stiff upright body. "Why is Sage like this?"

"Um…" Lynette replied as she searched for a reasonable answer. "I think he saw something he shouldn't have…"

Mio sighed. "Probably Shirley or something. Who knows with him?" She saw the cup in Yoshika's hands. "Miyafuji, why do you have a cup?"

"Oh, Roland-kun was holding it," Yoshika explained. "I think he was coming here to fill it back up."

"I see. Miyafuji?"

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Can you fill up that cup with water really quick?" To Lynette, she added, "You better get a mop ready."

"Right!" The girls stated as they did their task, Yoshika filling the cup with water and Lynette getting a mop out.

"Good work. Now…" Mio took the cup from Yoshika once she came back, turned to face Roland, and splashed water into his face.

This achieved the intended result, as Roland relaxed and closed his right hand around a cup that no longer existed.

"Huh?" he asked quickly as he looked around and saw the girls. "What happened? Why am I in the kitchen?"

"Yoshika and I moved you in here because you froze up for some reason," Lynette told him. "Major Sakamoto came in and splashed water in your face to bring you back."

"Why were you even stiff anyways?" Mio asked next. "Was it something you did?"

Roland blinked as he remembered what he had seen before he froze up.

"Uh, nothing I'd want to repeat," he told them. "Anyways, I need to get some cups ready for Barkhorn, Hartmann, and Commander Minna."

"I can help you with that!" Yoshika said quickly.

"Good. You and Lynne can get the cups ready and filled with water while I clean up Mio's mess. I need a tray or something."

"I'll take a look for it," Lynette offered as she handed Roland the mop and went to look.

Mio sighed as she said, "Well, I'll leave you to it. Miyafuji and Lynne, I want you two in the hangar for some more training, understood?"

"Yes, ma'am…" the girls said slowly.

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[1] Draco would later catch up to her, being introduced in the second chapter of Strike Heroes 2: Roland's Return.

[2] It's rather unlikely that there are a lot of people who can beat Charlotte's cup size*, but that's if you consider just the SW universe. If you went to other universes and used the buxom Witch as a reference, you might find other contenders out there**.

* The case of those beating Charlotte's cup size would be soon tested after this statement.

** Also, this is apparently used to express annoyance with a child's misbehavior, according to the transcript.

[3] This nickname was then heard by everyone else some time before Roland's Neuroi Mode was revealed, and the Romagnan Witch later replaced her nickname with Yoshika's nickname for him (simply dropping the rank).

[4] Ironically, she does not realize that she is part of an anime until Roland accidentally reveals his true origins to the others when Maloney's takeover commences.

[5] Later known as the fanfic called Strike Heroes.

[6] The Neuroi Witch (before he assumed that nickname) wasn't exactly used to the idea of seeing a girl naked rather…spontaneously, so his reaction for this point can be found in Chapter 8 of Strike Heroes.

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And that's the end of the fourth chapter and the story collection in general.

Final topic to talk about is...well, you guys.

I've said before that I find myself surprised and what-not whenever I see a new follower or favorite pop up with my stories, especially right now with the dry spell for the series at the moment, and it's still the same now. I've seen emails every now and then from this site notifying that someone's now following me as an author or favoriting me as an author or doing the same for any of my stories, and it's something I'm just now thinking about wrapping up a game I helped make with a team for school. People who create like authors, artists, poets, game developers, filmmakers...when you let their creativity run, you can see some rather amazing things as well as variations of things you might have seen before. But the way I mainly see it is that we bring happiness to people.

During my life so far, I've met quite a few people. People from as early as elementary school, friends who moved away when I was younger, my high school classmates for the grad year, the colleges I've been a part of...why, even you guys, the people behind the usernames (or the guests who popped in). I'm not lying when I say that I've met people who worked on stories in the same series or even not but loved stories written by others and even became friends via other methods (for instance, my first beta reader is a friend of mine that I play games with when we get a chance like Satisfactory, ARK, Monster Hunter-he's the reason why I've gotten into the series more thanks to his recommendation to play Generations as we teamed up for adventures in it and beyond; my second beta reader I talked to via Skype and was a reason why I ended up getting on Discord; hell, a new member of our Discord server ended up getting into RPing with us, and he and I became friends over said RPing with characters from all sorts of series; and those are just some examples of it). But that's not to say that things were all sunshine and rainbows, but even those who I'm not so friendly with anymore have at least some respect from me.

And the number of you guys for the series or my work (at least following and favoriting) is still growing, even if it's one every few months or so. I do wonder sometimes if my series could be popular enough for some recognition, but then I think about it a bit more and end up figuring that, well...it wouldn't really matter if my works were popular or not, right? After all, popular works have people who enjoy them and recommend them to others, and while my works (even if you wanted to make an argument on if any of the series I've written for would be popular enough for a chance) aren't the best (I can name at least a few works off the top of my head in this very fandom on this site that I would say is better written), it must be good enough for people to read them, sometimes multiple times even while waiting for the next chapter (I think that was a case that happened once, but I'd have to check my reviews again to make sure, and that's assuming it actually was in one).

So I guess...this is to everyone. To everyone who have read my works at least once, to those who continue to read them even with the long hiatus at the moment, to those who stumble across them and read them for the first time in the future, to the people I've interacted with outside these works, to those who've done creative work of any kind, to those who leave reviews big or small...and especially to those who support other creatives, whether that be here or elsewhere.

Thank you, for everything.

Happy tenth anniversary for the series, and hopefully I can actually get that next chapter done for you guys before I get too old.

I'll see you guys next time, whenever that "next time" is. And to quote a certain line, "Be good people."