a/n—i found this handy dandy plot generator thing: www dot- jesterball dot-com slash-Animations slash-animeplotgenerator dot-html (or just google 'animeplotgenerator'...stupid ffnet links)

and got:

sinister

naval commanders

run a syndicate of

radical

highschool teachers

because the animators were bored.

um... enjoy?

Fate/School Days — 17

"Dark General Hayt! Your evil reign comes to an end here!" the masked figure announced triumphantly. Arms clad in flexible red armor swung through the air in complicated motions and the Red Knight of Justice struck an inspiring pose. The other four equally colorful soldiers behind him mirrored his pose, raising their arms high into the air and each kicking out a leg to the side.

""Justice! Will! Prevail!"" they all shouted.

"Justice will prevail!" Kumako shouted at the television.

"What are you watching?" Gekkou blinked as he walked into the room. He looked down at his glass of milk as if checking to make sure it wasn't one of the odd drinks Mother had always told him never to touch.

"You fools!" Dark General Hayt roared. "I am a naval commander! We don't have generals, I am an Admiral!"

"We refuse to listen to more of your evil, twisted lies, evil doer!" Yellow Knight of Justice shouted. "Take this, Yellow Knight of Justice, KIIIIIIICK!"

Kumako slumped back into her seat. "Yellow Knight of Justice Kick is weaaak," she complained. "C'mon, Green Knight of Justice! Use your—"

"It's not strong enough!" the green-armored soldier gasped as Yellow rebounded off the General... Admiral... whatever. "Curse you! Eat my Green Knight of Justice, PAWWWWWNCH!"

"Whoo!" Kumako threw her arms up in victory.

"You know what, never mind," Gekkou said, continuing on down the hallway. "I don't want to know."

"Gah!" Dark Admiral Hayt reeled backwards as sparks exploded from his chest. "You think you may have won this round, Knights of Justice, but I know your secret!"

"Oh no!" Kumako gasped.

"...in truth, you are Ordinary High Schoolers!" the Dark Gene—er, Admiral—announced triumphantly. "And so, I have taken over your school, and brainwashed your teachers!"

"No!" the five Knights gasped in unison. They swung their arms through another series of complicated loops, ending with Red Knight clenching his fist at the screen. "If you harm those innocent people, we will have to punish you!" He shook his fist for extra emphasis.

"I won't be doing anything of the sort," Dark Admiral Hayt corrected. "But can you survive without hurting them yourselves?" He swung his arms through his own wild gestures, then dropped to punch the ground at his feet. There was a sudden explosion of white smoke that hid him from view, when it cleared the Dark Admiral was joined by five adults in dark colored, evil-looking armor.

"My students!" the center teacher said with a threatening pose. "You are to be punished! We are no longer the kind, thoughtful teachers you know and love, we are radical teachers!"

""No!"" shouted the five Knights—and Kumako—in unison.

The brunette then tilted her head to the side, her long ahoge curling into a shape reminiscent of a question mark. "What does radical mean?" she mused to herself. She shrugged as the five Knights made threw their arms up in dismay, but then the image froze.

"What will happen to our heroes?" the announcer... announced. "Will the Knights of Justice be able to defend themselves against these radical teachers? Will they be able to overcome Dark General Hayt's brainwashing and save the innocents? Find out next week, on—"

"Knights! Of! JUSTI~ICE!" Kumako threw her arms up again as the credits rolled.

Sitting quietly beside her, Reiko frowned at the screen, then at her older sister as the hyperactive girl ran around the room. "Stock footage... too much," she complained.