Last Chapter: Necessary To Win
Several months after Miho's graduation
The Nishizumi sisters once again stood before the Atago sisters at the conclusion of the tournament, the first time in three years that Miho and Maho had fought side by side. This time, they had triumphed together, in the name of their own style.
"It's just like four years ago," Hiroe said. "Congratulations, you two; you really do work best on the same side."
"Thank you, Hiroe," Maho said, shaking hands with her. "Your school also did quite well, so I could say the same about you and Kinue."
"I agree completely, Hiroe-san," Miho said. "In the end, what I'd wanted most all these years was to do tankery with my sister, my own way. This is really the best of both worlds, so to speak."
"I had analyzed your matches this year, and considered the possibility that you'd change tactics," Hiroko said, "but I honestly wasn't prepared for this." She turned back to the others. "Everyone, I'm sorry."
Hiroe chuckled and shook her head, while Kinue smiled. Even if the two sisters could find any cause to blame Hiroko, they were in too good of a mood to hold the outcome against their cousin.
"That's not a problem, Hiroko," Hiroe said. "Perhaps the only real solution we have for next time is to do things better- and differently. It's quite fun being kept on our toes."
Kinue nodded in agreement. She had hoped to win together Hiroe and Hiroko, but was glad to fight alongside her sister as an equal, just like Miho had done this year. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Erika and Teru at a distance, seemingly much happier than the last time she had seen either of them.
"Oh, and..." Hiroe said, "Did you catch the match between Saunders and Black Forest?"
"I did," Miho said. "It was quite entertaining, and was surprised to see Saunders win. Oarai will have a difficult battle in the finals, perhaps even more so than the semifinals two years ago."
"Or even the semifinals last year," Hiroko said. "Saunders also beat Rinkai this year, you know."
Miho nodded. From what she had heard, Rinkai had a mediocre commander in place as a result of the requirement for a Japanese commander. The school was moving to repeal that rule, which would likely result in Nelly becoming the first non-Japanese commander for the school.
"You might think this sounds like sour grapes because Oarai took down Pravda this year," Hiroe said, "but the fact is that we don't have a dog in the ring, and are simply looking forward to an interesting finals, much like the one we just competed in."
"So are we," Miho said. "I hope we can do this again next year."
The two sides bid each other goodbye. Victory was their goal, not their obsession, so they enjoyed the match, regardless of the outcome, and hoped to face each other again some day.
In the stands, Shiho watched the end of the match; at the moment, the only thing she was certain of was that she was glad her daughters had won. She wondered if she could truly call it a victory for her or her school, but she enjoyed it all the same. It was not won in the same style she and her predecessors had practiced, but it was a victory all the same, meeting the Nishizumi school's supreme standard for success.
Perhaps the Nishizumi school that her granddaughter ran would be very different from the one that her grandmother founded. But it would still be her family's school, a legacy to pass down to her children, and a way of educating the tankers of the future. If things continued as they were, perhaps she could not complain about it. And if her granddaughter inherited a school that was still highly respectable, then perhaps she had done her duty as a Nishizumi.
"Rest well, Mother, Grandmother," Shiho thought. "Your school is in good hands."
Several months after Miho's graduation
The battle between Saunders and Oarai was indeed fierce, raging throughout the site where the semifinals had been held the previous years. The two sides were intimately familiar with the urban combat area, and the battle involved many ambushes, chases through the streets and fierce shootouts that resulted in heavy casualties on both sides, and a few instances in which each team's flag tank was nearly taken out.
In the end, Saunders prevailed with a well aimed shot against Oarai's flag tank, taking out the Tas and winning the match.
"Saunders wins the tournament!" the announcer said.
Oarai and Saunders came together after the match, exchanging bows and a handshake. The two schools, in particular, their commanders, had rooted for the other throughout the entire tournament- as Saunders succeeded where it had failed against Rinkai, Oarai did the same against Pravda, and Saunders became the latest school to best Black Forest- so there was no shame in this outcome.
Harue, along with some of the others who knew the participants, walked over. Harue wore a charcoal gray suit with a red necktie, having dressed up in anticipation of the possibility of being interviewed in the aftermath of the game, and was glad that she had chosen to look her best for television.
"Wonderful job, both of you," Harue said to Nodoka and Arata. She wore a suit to the event, anticipating the possibility of having to be interviewed.
"Yeah, you took the words out of my mouth, Akado-sensei," Kirame said. "I honestly wasn't sure who to root for."
"Neither was I, Kirame-chan," Yuu said. "Well done, Arata-chan, Nodoka-chan."
Both commanders nodded gratefully. For the second time, Oarai had lost in the finals of the tournament, but once again, it had put up a worthy fight and shown those watching what it was capable of. Once again, they could be happy for their opponent for the moment, while preparing to improve upon their performance and seize the championship in the next tournament, much like Saunders had after its defeat at Rinkai's hands the previous year.
After the post-game exchange between the teams ended, Arata headed into the changing room, and took out the red necktie, which she had taken with her to the match, as she changed back into her school uniform for the ceremony, during which she would accept the championship flag on behalf of her school. Some, such as Shizuno, found having to change into their uniforms tedious, but Arata personally welcomed it as an opportunity.
"Want a little help with that, Arata?" Harue said, announcing her presence to Arata, when Arata finished buttoning up her shirt and stepped in front of a mirror to tie her necktie.
"Well, I do know how to tie a knot at this point, Haru-chan," Arata said. "I'm not the little kid I was before." But Arata soon realized what Harue was getting at, and she nodded. "Oh. Yes, please."
Harue stepped in front of Arata, and began to tie the knot.
"I am a bit surprised you took it all the way to the finals," Harue said.
"I promised that I would," Arata said, adjusting the knot. "I wanted to prove that the gift I received from you didn't bring bad luck, but would bring me to victory."
Harue teared up slightly at the thought of her students succeeding where she had failed, inspired by how far she had gotten rather than discouraged by her failure, but quickly wiped it away and smiled.
"I know," Harue said. "You, Nodoka, Shizuno, Ako, Kuro and the others I taught have all come a long way since I first met you as young children. I'm so proud of all of you."
Arata smiled.
"If we came that way, it's because you got us started, Haru-chan," Arata said. "Now let's go; you deserve to stand with us as the champions as much as the students who competed in the finals."
While Black Forest would regain the title two years after Saunders' victory, and one year after Rinkai's first tournament victory, it would never again become the same dominant champion it once was, even as it proceeded to win most often. Times were changing, and while Black Forest's newer tankers often thought about the school's glory days, they nevertheless tried their best while not holding themselves to the same standards of the past.
One year after Miho's graduation
Hiroe and Kinue, at the Atago school, prepared for Kinue's first class in the Refresher Course, which she would be teaching under her sister's supervision. Kinue had gotten used to dressing up, as she did in the same gray pantsuit she wore to the previous convention, along with her "lucky" blue necktie, which she had worn to her interview for Romanov.
"Are you ready, Kinue?" Hiroe said, as she looked over Kinue.
"Yes, ma'am," Kinue said.
Hiroe chuckled slighty, before her face turned slightly stern. Her mother, speaking as her superior, had stressed establishing standards and setting boundaries early on.
"First, I'm only a year older than you, Kinue," Hiroe said. "Second, as your sister, I said you didn't need to call me that when we're alone."
"I'm sorry, ma'a- Onee-chan," Kinue said. "But the instructor told me I had to show you respect as my superior, the assistant headmistress."
Hiroe nodded. She had difficulty getting used to her new title, as the official second-in-command of the Atago school, both a promotion given to her as a way of easing her into managing the school, and a necessity for the expanding school.
"Yeah, I get what she has in mind," Hiroe said. "She does want to make sure that you're not expecting different treatment, since you haven't fully proven yourself to her or the others just yet. At the same time, though, you've proven yourself to me; you've always done what I asked of you without complaint and fulfilled my expectations to the best of your ability. Kumakura-sensei said as much when she served as a reference for you."
Kinue nodded. Perhaps she was Hiroe's subordinate, as she was in their university tankery team, but she also felt close to being her equal.
"Then I suppose it's simply a matter of living up to her and everyone else's expectations for me," Kinue said with a smile, always glad when she was able to boil down difficult tasks into something so simple.
Kinue stepped out into the classroom, and, after a brief introduction by her sister, led a discussion among many tankery professionals who were her age or older. The uniform was optional for adult students, so long as they wore suits, dress uniforms or other clothing approved by the instructor, such as the miko robes of the Jindai family.
She saw a variety of people she recognized. There were the Nishizumi sisters, who had recently triumphed in the national university tournament, but still hoped to expand their skills. There was Takako, who had resumed her career as a professional tanker, and wanted to learn how best to give guidance to others. There was Mahiru from the Kumano school, who hoped to hone her skills and become worthy of the responsibility of leading her family's school.
It was yet another step up, but also one she had chosen to take, so she simply took a deep breath and began to lead the discussion. Kinue had much to learn, but she knew she could say the same for everyone else here, and hoped that she, as a fellow traveler on that journey, could help them through that process.
After class one day, Masae called Maho into her office for a private discussion.
"You wanted to see me, Instructor Atago?" Maho said.
"Yes," Masae said. "Please have a seat, Maho, and don't worry; it's not about anything bad."
Maho sat down on Masae's command.
"I would like to let you know that you're doing exceptionally well," Masae said. "Not only are you quite good at tankery, but your attitude is good. You follow directions, show respect to all the instructors, and contribute well to classroom discussions."
"Thank you, ma'am," Maho said, "although I merely see it as what is necessary to get the most out of the experience."
Masae let off a soft sigh.
"Your modesty is commendable, Maho," Masae said, "but you're missing my point. For you, learning to work well with and learn from those with beliefs different from yours is much more important than it is for most other people. If you'd like to revitalize the Nishizumi school, you have much to learn from others... including Instructor Nishizumi herself."
Maho paused to digest what she had heard. As surprising as it was to hear that Masae had advocated learning from Shiho, someone with very different principles than her, Maho knew that Masae taught.
"Ah, yes, I think I understand what you're getting at, Instructor Atago," Maho said. "In order to be able to run Mother's organization well, I will have to learn all I can about it. I believe Hiro- the assistant headmistress- said as much when I spoke with her earlier."
Masae chuckled softly.
"You know, Maho, I know that my daughters let you call them by their first names when you're alone with them," Masae said. "Feel free to do so in my presence."
"Yes, ma'am," Maho said. "Of course, I know you have different views as far as professionalism goes, and that you require Hiroe to abide by them."
Masae nodded. She was hesitant to call Hiroe a subordinate first and a daughter second, but believed that they were entirely different roles, and keeping their professional and familial relationship separate was key to preserving both.
"Hiroe's somewhat more laid-back than I am," Masae said. "But at the same time, she's true to the spirit of our school, and willing to learn what she can about running it. In that sense, she has what's most important for teachers to stay relevant- the willingness to learn and change with the time. If you learn nothing else here, always keep that idea in mind."
Maho nodded in agreement. The road toward bringing about a new beginning for the Nishizumi school would be a long and difficult one. But while the decision was one she had to make by herself, she was not alone on it, and many others would, in various ways, provide her with the support and guidance she needed to come to her answer.
Five years after Miho's graduation
Miho logged on to Skype to meet with the former members of Anglerfish Team. They still kept in touch even after graduating from Oarai and going to separate universities, particularly whenever each of them had something important to tell the others. Saori had recently e-mailed the others, asking when they might be available for a Skype conversation, and saying that she had something very important to tell them, but not specifying what.
"So what is this 'big announcement' you have to make, Saori-san?" Miho said after the greetings were finished.
"It's about my boyfriend, or as of last night, my fiance," Saori said. "He popped the question and I said yes."
In the time since the proposal, Saori was almost too overwhelmed with joy to send out an e-mail. When she finally did, she could barely contain herself long enough to get everyone on Skype and share the good news with them.
"Congratulations, Saori-san!" Hana said, and the others followed suit.
"Thanks, everyone," Saori said. "You're definitely getting invited to the wedding, so keep an eye out for invitations and let me know if you change your addresses."
"We will," Miho said.
"If I recall correctly, isn't he a guy you met at your university's orientation?" Mako said.
The others, their memories jogged, recalled what Mako was talking about. For the first year or so, Saori and the man to whom she was currently engaged were nothing more than friends, having some common interests and common classes together. Over time, a relationship bloomed, and after meeting each other's families and a few months of wondering who would pop the question, Saori's boyfriend had.
"Yeah," Saori said. "I know what you're thinking, Mako; tankery didn't really help that much in the end. He's not all that interested in tankery; of course, I don't really do it anymore, now that you all aren't there to do it with me."
"Maybe not," Mako said, "nor did any of your stratagems for seducing men. In the end, the best tactic was to just be yourself, which is how I met my boyfriend."
Mako had, surprisingly enough, gotten into a relationship before Saori did, much to her chagrin. Mako and her boyfriend however, took things relatively slowly, and while Mako had met her boyfriend's parents and obtained their approval, she was content with them being her future in-laws for the moment. Still, she did one day hope to have a family, and she could not think of anyone with whom she would rather do it than her boyfriend.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Saori said. "When I stopped worrying about how I would meet 'Mr. Right', I was more able to succeed in doing so. I suppose following my own advice paid off."
Saori's friends from high school, particularly her kouhais from Rabbit Team, were surprised when she applied for a position as a writer for a relationships magazine, and was hired. While she, having had a committed and stable relationship throughout her university years, had a fair amount of experience, she had not completely lived down her early attempts at advice.
Saori and her friends were aware of the unspoken truth that it took commitment, fidelity, trust, understanding and integrity, among many other things besides love over a long term for a healthy marriage. In spite of that, she was confident that she and her boyfriend had what it took to do so, and celebrated their union.
The conversation soon moved on to the other four young women asking Saori when she planned to hold the wedding, and Saori saying that had yet to be determined. In spite of that, she promised to let them know as soon as she could; she and her friends had shared many moments like this over the years, so she hoped they could be there for her special day when the time came.
Six years after Miho's graduation
Hiroe, out of the hospital for the first time since the birth of her twins- a son named Kariya and a daughter named Kazumi- placed a call to Maho from her room. She and her husband, a man she had met in her second year of university, had bought a house relatively close to the Atago school.
"Hey, Maho," Hiroe said. "I got your voicemail and I hope I'm not getting you at a bad time."
"I think your timing's perfect, Hiroe," Maho said, taking Hiroe's call in her bedroom inside the Nishizumi house. "My work's done for the day, and Honomi's finally asleep. I suppose you're having some idea of what I've been experiencing for the past year."
"Yeah, especially since the only thing harder than dealing with a baby is dealing with two babies," Hiroe said. "But I love them both, and unlike some people, I don't want to think of Kariya as 'the extra' compared to Kazumi."
"An admirable sentiment," Maho said. "I do sometimes wonder how any brothers, uncles or sons I might have had would fare in a family in which females are the only inheritors of tankery schools."
"Mom never liked that about tankery families, even if she ended up having daughters," Hiroe said. "Neither did Grandpa, who was simply glad to have a happy family, and that his job didn't cause him to wish that Mom or Aunt Masaki were male."
"That's good to hear," Maho said.
"Of course, I do want either of my kids to be able to choose the life they want to live," Hiroe said. "I should be able to find someone to succeed me among the fellow teachers, which means if Kazumi doesn't want to follow in my footsteps, I can leave my school in good hands while allowing her to do what she wishes within reason."
Hiroe had discussed inheritance of the school with her mother. Some ideas had been floated, such as having her potential successor marry her son, or adopting a promising student, but in the end, Masae believed first and foremost in merit.
"That sounds like a good plan," Maho said, "one that fulfills your family and your school's best interests."
"That's easier to do than you think, as long as you keep both in mind," Hiroe said, "and that you remember your various roles. That reminds me; I'm going to have to update my biography on the Atago school website and add 'mother of two' to all the things I am."
After the conversation ended, Hiroe opened her photo album and flipped through many photos of herself- as an infant, as a young child, as a student, as a tanker, as an assistant teacher to her mother, at her wedding and with her husband- and put a photo of herself and her twin children in the first blank slot. She smiled as she realized that the process would soon begin all over again, and hoped to raise her children into admirable adults.
15 years after Miho's graduation
In her room in the Isuzu home, Hana finished her final preparations for her trip to a once a decade convention on traditional Japanese arts, one of which was flower arranging.
She printed out her boarding passes from her computer. She charged her smartphone, which had an app that kept her apprised of any changes in her flight. She looked over one of her outfits, a navy blue suit that she had recently dry cleaned, and which she would wear on the plane and on the day of the convention.
The Isuzu school still remained true to its roots, but it also had to adjust for modern times, an idea Hana believed her daughter Tsubaki would have to learn if she wished to follow in her footsteps. Hana kept abreast of new developments in the internet so that she could network most effectively, and learn about other ways of flower arranging. Her flower arranging continued to improve and evolve, but it always had that personal touch.
Hana was reminded of Maho, whom she often spoke with on professional and personal subjects, as she was someone who also had to deal with change, while inheriting her family's school. As teenagers, the two had little in common except their ties with Miho, but as adults who had inherited their families' respective schools, they often talked about their responsibilities and the difficult decisions they had to make, and so learned much from each other.
20 years after Miho's graduation
The Nishizumi school welcomed a new class of students into the fold, the largest in many years. The school had eased its entrance requirements to more reasonable levels, hired more instructors and, most importantly, had a larger pool of applicants.
Tankery had gradually entered a renaissance over the years, due to a variety of factors. The fall of Black Forest's dominance over high school tankery was one factor. Most people got involved in tankery in high school, with the middle school programs being smaller scale, and university level tankery often only sought after by those who were going professional, so the idea that more schools could potentially win on that level was an encouraging one. Another was the emergence of an interest in World War II-era military technology, making tankery popular among those with an interest in that historical era. Tankery was as close as they could get to seeing actual battles re-enacted, so many people were drawn to watch, and even participate, in it.
But there were still those uninterested in it, and those who got involved without genuine interest, even among the students of the Nishizumi school, who often got involved at their parents' insistence, done in the hopes of making them great tankers. One such girl asked for a meeting with Maho, who had officially become head instructor of the school, while her mother served as a teacher and advisor. Shiho, realizing that the Nishizumi school was very different from the one she had stepped up to lead, had referred the girl to Maho.
"I think I know what Hiroe's dealing with now that she inherited leadership from Instructor Atago- or rather, Masae-san," Maho thought. When Maho's responsibilities were on her mind, her thoughts turned more often to her friend and fellow tankery instructor- who had taken her mother's place as head of the school while Masae taught classes and advised her- than they did to her own mother.
"Thank you for being willing to share your concerns with me," Maho said. "Come in, have a seat."
The girl sat down.
"My family has done tankery for generations," the girl said. "But I haven't been as interested in it as my schoolmates, much less my family."
"I understand," Maho said. "If you have no wish to stay here, then I will discuss it with your parents. But if you're willing to continue, I would recommend learning what you can here. Tankery training can be useful on all walks of life."
Maho looked back on some of the paths her friends had gone down. Teru and Saki were part of a professional tankery team. Hiroe was now head instructor for the Atago school, while Kinue worked under her as an assistant instructor. Hiroko had become a science professor. Sumire had entered the JGSDF. Satomi had become a detective for the NPA. Koume had married her boyfriend and become a homemaker, like Saori.
"I know that this is a great opportunity for tankers," the girl said, "and for many other kinds of people. At the same time, however, I do have to ask myself whether it's a good fit for me, since I'm not even sure what I personally want at this point."
"My sister Miho once felt that way," Maho said. "If you're willing to hear me out, I can tell you her story."
"Coach Nishizumi Miho, of Oarai?" the girl said.
"Yes, it was very different back then," Maho said. "Oarai was small, and had no full time tankery coach. And Miho, rather than being the woman who won several championships, was contemplating giving up on tankery."
"I never knew that," the student said. "It's sometimes pretty surprising to think about famous people's humble beginnings."
Maho nodded. She and Miho, in spite of their accomplishments, still thought of each other as sisters, first and foremost, which was what Maho was most grateful for.
"Miho didn't know her story would end up like this when she first started tankery," Maho said. "But hers is a story of new beginnings, of finding one's own answers and succeeding against all odds. Just as she did, I believe you can as well."
The girl listened attentively, and Maho smiled. The Nishizumi school was no longer solely focused on teaching students the knowledge necessary to win, but also that was good for their personal growth and development, including sportsmanship, ethics and teamwork, as well as encouraging personal thought and individual development rather than conformity. Ultimately, Maho's newest student would have to answer the question of how and why to do tankery alone, but she would not be doing so without help any more than Miho had.
"Perhaps this school might have been one that you would have been happy to study under as a child, Miho," Maho thought. "But all the same, I'm glad that you found your own way of tankery, and through your influence on my school and yours, helped so many find theirs."
10 years after Miho's graduation
Miho oversaw yet another new class of students at Oarai. Some of them were still wearing their school uniforms- a similar design to the old one but not the same, due to the previous supplier having gone out of business- but those who were returning team members wore gray Panzer jackets similar to the ones Miho had worn in her time; the school had kept to the old design because it had since become a highly recognizable part of Oarai's identity. A few even referred to Oarai's team members as the "gray jackets."
She was one of the few students in her cohort who was still in tankery this long after high school. Most had a passing interest in tankery, and while they had performed better than anyone had expected them to do so, they had other interests and passions that they chose to pursue. Even the most interested found other pursuits. Erwin and the others from Hippo Team had become historians. Someya Mako had become a writer for a tankery magazine alongside Yukari, while Reizei Mako had become a teacher. Yumeno Maho and Murohashi Hiroko had become commentators for tankery programs. Hisa, Saki, Nodoka and Yuuki from Octopus Team had become professional tankers. A few of the members of Leopon Team had gone on to become tank mechanics.
But while many of the others had chosen separate paths, all of them had, even a decade or more after graduating, enjoyed their time doing tankery and found it fruitful. Most of Oarai's graduates had similarly good thins to say about the tankery program, and Miho now saw it as her responsibility to help ensure that her students had as fruitful of an experience.
Miho looked over Oarai's tankers. The crowd was significantly larger than in previous years, enough to fill a full team of 20 tanks, even if Oarai was still a few tanks shy of that number. Two fifths of the tankers were new, and as most of the newcomers had not even done tankery in middle school, they were in need of instruction.
Miho smiled. She hoped to see Oarai win yet again, but also hoped to introduce many people to the joy of tankery. If there was anything she had learned over the years she spent in tankery and all that she had, it was most important for one to love tankery and do it for one's own reasons. Once they had that, everything else would follow.
Miho thought back to her second and third years of high school, when she had rediscovered her love of tankery, years that were, in many ways, the beginning of many things, not just Oarai's return to tankery. Oarai's story as well as Miho's, was far from over, and so Miho once again set about the task of ensuring that new tankers at her alma mater had what was necessary to win.
THE END
Author's Notes
Thank you for reading, reviewing favoriting and following this fic, and the rest of the series.
I'd also like to thank everyone who read, reviewed, favorited and/or followed this story, beta read my battles and helped out in various ways, such as providing feedback or information on tanks and other such things, which helped greatly in improving this fic. Other people deserve thanks as well, including those who translated and localized Girls und Panzer, Saki, Little Army, Saki Shinohayu: Dawn of Age, the Maginot manga, Saki: Achiga-hen, Ribbon Warrior, Motto Love Love Sakusen Desu, Saki Biyori and others, as well as those who made Girls und Panzer and Saki in the first place. All of those provided me with inspiration to write this series, and without them, this fic, which combines the two settings and draws inspiration from various parts of each spinoff, would not exist.
This is by far the longest and most ambitious writing project I have taken on, being published over the course of a year and a half, and perhaps being closer to two years (incidentally, after all this time, Saki's plot is still on the Side B semifinals) in terms of planning and writing. I'm largely satisfied with how it turned out, even if it did have some flaws (for example, Saki and some other characters fell by the wayside in Necessary to Keep Winning despite having a great deal of presence and story-spanning character arcs in the first installment), although it may be a long time before I attempt anything else of this scope.
This chapter provides some glimpses at the future, mainly to give a hint of where the characters would end up. Many of them will have untold stories, potentially enough to comprise entire fics. Obviously, with it covering a period of years, there's too much to include here, so I chose to give glimpses of what characters have accomplished, and what they will continue to face in the future.
I edited it to fix some small details and add in a scene.
In the Side Stories, there will be one last story to conclude this series, a final Introductions, as well as a second Aphorisms section, which includes new areas of wisdom, and some of the more recently introduced characters. I may go back to edit chapters, fixing minor mistakes and so forth.
For reader reference, here's the combatants in the tournament, with the winners in bold.
Extra Round
-Rinkai vs. Bosporu: Rinkai
First Round
-Maginot vs. Pravda: Pravda
-Saunders vs. Anzio: Saunders
-Black Forest vs. Waffle: Black Forest
-Rinkai vs. Continuance: Rinkai
-Blue Division vs. BC Freedom: BC Freedom
-Oarai vs. Joghurt: Oarai
-Chihatan vs. Viking Marine School: Chihatan
-St. Gloriana vs. Koala Forest: Koala Forest
Quarterfinals
-BC Freedom vs. Pravda: Pravda
-Saunders vs. Rinkai: Rinkai
-Black Forest vs. Chihatan: Black Forest
-Oarai vs. Koala Forest: Oarai
Semifinals
-Oarai vs. Rinkai: Oarai
-Pravda vs. Black Forest: Pravda
Finals
-Oarai vs. Pravda: Pravda
One more time, thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.
-Theralion