Anarchy from the UK!
By Jangocommando27
Chapter 4: There is no such thing as a civilised war
'Tankfest'
National Japanese Sensha-dō hall
09:30
The St. Gloriana school mini bus pulled into a parking space outside the national Sensha-dō hall in Tokyo. The delegation sent by St. Gloriana consisted of, Darjeeling, Orange Pekoe, Assam, James, Jay, Chris and Lady Grey. After a spirited debate and pitch from Darjeeling and James, the governors had given the Go-ahead for the first wave of replacement tanks to be bought. The delegation had been on the go since the small hours, due in part to the school ship being berthed some way down the coast. The plan was for the delegation to spend the day at tankfest, stay at a hotel in Tokyo, then go home the following day.
"Alright." Said Lady Grey from the front of the mini bus. "Remember that you are to go around in pairs and remember why we're here. To find a buyer for the Matilda's and to look at prices for other tanks. There will be member of other Sensha-dō teams here so be polite and curious as representatives of St. Gloriana. Alright?"
"Yes Miss." They all replied before disembarking the bus. James wasn't surprised when Pekoe and Chris went off hand in hand and Jay and Assam practically rugby tackled each other.
"2000 yen says Jay and Assam try to go off together when we get back to the hotel." Wagered James.
"I'm not a betting person." Replied Darjeeling with a smile.
"4000?"
"Done."
"I do hope no one is planning on fixing that bet." Said Lady Grey from behind her team commanders.
"Of course not Ma'am." Replied James as he and Darjeeling walked together away from her towards the hall. Once out of earshot he mumbled "I know Jay far too well to know that he's gonna to try it."
They entered the hall and the sweet smell of steel and oil assaulted the commanders. The hall was filled with stalls from different companies, each selling tankery related products. They ranged from uniforms to spare parts, upgrade kits to whole tanks, both new and second hand. Offset from the main expedition hall was a cafe. The place was crawling with students, teachers and fans of the sport. James and Darjeeling started prowling the lines of stalls, they stopped at a company that produced tanks for tankery and started browsing the catalogues.
12:30
The group of Gloriana students reconvened at lunch time in the cafe to discuss their progress over tea and cakes.
"Well." Started James, "I found a company called Tankhub that sells Cromwell Mk 5s for about 30 million yen. They also Comets for about 50 million."
"I found a buyer for 5 of the Matilda's." Said Orange, "Seems Koala is interested in repurposing them into Matilda Hedgehogs."
"Has anyone spoken to any of the other school reps?" asked Lady Grey.
"I spoke to the tankery commander of Waffle academy," said Assam, "but they weren't interested." All of a sudden a thought struck Jay like a lightning bolt.
"I've got it!" he said happily. "I don't know why I didn't think of it before!"
"What mate?" asked James, curious as to the nature of his gunners sudden elation.
"Highlander's J13 team in almost entirely made up of comets and centurions!" he explained, "Maybe they'll send us some!"
"It's worth asking." Said Darjeeling, "I don't suppose they have any Cromwells they could send us do they?"
"Sadly not anymore." Answered James, "We used to but we fazed them out in favour of more Comets and Centurions. We either sold them on or we use them for gunnery practice."
"Well lets have some lunch then get back to it." Suggested Lady Grey. A lunch of cake and tea was a welcome amongst them all. But before long they were back into the search for new tank or buyers for old ones. James and Darjeeling were looking through a catalogue of potential upgrade kits when someone called out from the crowd.
"Yo Darjeeling!" James and Darjeeling turned towards the source of the voice and saw a trio of girls all wearing the same grey school blazer, white shirt black tie and red miniskirt. The leader was tall with long blonde hair and a pair of light blue eyes, while the second was shorter with short twin ponytails, brown hair, dark brown eyes, and with slight freckles. The third was the tallest with a head of short grey brown hair and a pair of light brown eyes. Darjeeling smiled at the trio.
"It's good to see you again Kay." Greeted Darjeeling. "You too Alisa and Naomi."
"And who's the looker?" asked Kay, not so subtly checking James out. "Your boyfriend?" Darjeeling chuckled but otherwise showed no signs of embarrassment at the topic.
"No." She said, "This is Sergeant James Hunter. He's an international tankery exchange student from Britian and also my vice captain. James this is Kay, Alisa and Naomi. They are the commanders of the Saunders Girls High School tankery team."
"Pleasure." Replied James with a respectful nod.
"I'm sure it would be." Remarked Kay flirtatiously. James mentally rolled his eyes at the comment before Kay turned to Darjeeling.
"So are you coming to the tankery feast?"
"We are." Replied Darjeeling. "James and the other transfer students have been invited."
"Oh yeah." Said Naomi, "I've heard that Ōarai is coming with their transfer student."
"Ōarai got a transfer student?" queried Darjeeling.
"Yeah." Said Kay, "Since Kuromorimine said no way to letting in male tankery students into their team, Ōarai took him and his crew in."
"Let me guess." Said James, "Head Nishizumi thinks men can't operate tanks effectively because we have a Y chromosome and would drag her team down?"
"Well she does have a point." Said Alisa. Darjeeling and Naomi looked surprised and Kay shot her a filthy glare.
"What?" she asked, "All the male tankery teams I've seen in action got their asses kicked by female crews faster than you could say lickerty split. No offence."
"Some taken." Replied James, "And you've never seen my crew in action."
"Yeah? What tank are you in?"
"Centurion Mk 1. You?" Alisa laughed before answering,
"Ha! T29! You haven't got a hope of getting through our armour."
"Good thing we bought sabot rounds then." Smirked James. The smugness and security drained from Alisa's face and Kay and Naomi looked similarly shocked.
"Since I saw the Maus I had a feeling that we'd be encountering heavily armoured opponents." Explained James, "So I had some tankery grade discarding Sabot rounds bought from home."
"Don't you think that's a little unfair?" asked Kay.
"Don't you think it's unfair to use T29's, T95's and M26 Pershing's against a Churchill, Matilda's and Crusaders?" replied James.
"Good point." Replied Kay before she sighed. "Tankery isn't what it used to be anymore. Remember back when it was Panzer III's. Matilda's and T-34's and not Tigers, Comets and IS-2's Dar?"
"I do." Replied Darjeeling, "And I do miss the days when it was a competitive, and not just a power game."
"That's what I liked about tankery back in Europe." Said James, "Most of the 1980's tanks we use are very similar so it's a much more even fight. For example my Chieftain is more or less a match for the early Leopard 2's some schools use."
"Really? Sounds fun!" commented Kay happily. "Anyway we're off. Good luck in the first round."
"And to you." Replied Darjeeling. Kay offered a hand which both James and Darjeeling shook. She was about to leave when Kay added,
"By the way. If you get a match against Ōarai, watch out for Yukari Akiyama! She's an expert at recon and infiltration!" Kay walked off while James and Darjeeling returned to their catalogue and day of browsing.
Jade and Dragon Hotel
Central Tokyo
19:35
"Ya know mate." Commented Jay, "I could get used to this whole 'high end Japanese school trips' malarkey."
"You're not the only one mate." Replied James. After the day's exploits at tankfest, St. Gloriana had walked away with 7 Matilda's sold and with an order placed for 6 Cromwell Mk 5w's and a pair of A34 Comets with further plans for an additional order of the same content. Their business done, they went off to the hotel the school had booked, which it turned out was a 5 star skyscraper hotel in the middle of Tokyo. James and Jay had been billeted together while Chris got his own room. The girls had a similar set up down the hall, with Lady Grey's room between the 2. The room was well furnished and had a fantastic view of the Tokyo night life. James had been working on an action plan and Jay had been getting more restless by the minute.
"That's it!" He announced, "I'm going to see Assam!"
"Good luck getting past Lady Grey." Replied James, "She knows you're going out and she knows what teenagers are like."
"I thought you said we weren't getting cock blocked this year."
"I did, and we're not. But she still has a duty of care towards her students. But by all means go and try, I could use some peace."
"What are you working on?" Jay came over and looked at James' work area on the desk. On his desk were his laptop with Sensha-dō rules and regs, as well as a kit list.
"Possible action plan." Replied James.
"For what?"
"Recon mission to other school ships to find Intel on Sensha-dō teams and plans."
"When we goin'?"
"Dunno if we are yet." Replied James, "But something one of the team commanders said got me thinking. Apparently this chick from Ōarai has a hand at infiltration and recon, if we go up against Ōarai we should be on the lookout. Plus if they can do it, why can't we?"
"Sounds like fun."
"Too right."
There was then a knock on the door. James minimized and stowed his work quickly while Jay went to answer the door. He opened it and Assam appeared at the door, Jay was seemingly grabbed and pulled out the door by Assam. James just chuckled and shook his head before returning to his mission planning. Few minutes later there was another knock on the door. James again minimised his work and went to answer it. He opened the door to find Orange Pekoe standing there.
"Hello Sergeant." She said timidly, as if she were embarrassed about something. "May I have a word."
"Sure Pekoe come on in." Replied James. She entered the room and James closed the door. She sat down on the bed.
"I want to talk to you about Chris Sergeant..." She began,
"Firstly Pekoe," James interrupted, "You're dating my little brother. Call me James."
"Ok." She said, somewhat surprised that he knew about her and Chris. "It's Chris' birthday soon."
"Of shit, yeah it is!" exclaimed James, having completely forgot about it. "Better get him something."
"That's what I was going to ask you about."
"What to get him?" asked James, Pekoe nodded, "Well I was going to get him a Swiss army knife but beyond that... A nice hat?"
"Really? I can't just get him a hat though."
"Why not? Men are simple things. You're already going out with him, what more could he want?" Pekoe face blushed into a deep red.
"I thought," she said quietly, "maybe... me..." James saw what she was getting at.
"Right let me stop you there." He said, "I know Chris better than anyone on this planet. I can tell you now, yes he may have thought about it, but he is not going to try anything until you are ready."
"Really?"
"Chris maybe a male teenager, but he's also a good man. I made sure that I taught him to respect women from an early age. I'm guessing he's your first boyfriend?" She nodded before James continued,
"Then I suggest you talk with Assam, Darjeeling or someone you trust who has gone out with someone before, take their advice and make your own judgment. Understand?"
"Yes." She said, "Thank you James. But what should I get him?" James thought for a moment, before coming up with an idea and whispering it to Pekoe. She disappeared shortly after to act on the advice James had given her and James silently returned to his mission planning.
St. Gloriana Women's academy School Ship
Tankery Team Clubhouse
12:55
James, Jay, John and Chris pilled out of their Land Rover as it pulled to a stop in a parking space outside the tankery clubhouse. For some reason or another they had been summoned to the clubhouse by Darjeeling at the start of lunch, something that was of mild annoyance to the boys as they were missing lunch, and it was beef curry today! They walked into the hall to find Assam and Orange waiting for them.
"You guys were called here too?" asked James. They nodded, then told them that they had no idea why but had received instructions from Darjeeling to come to the here and wait for further instructions. They waited for a few minutes before Assam received a text from Darjeeling telling her to bring everyone up to her office. The group preceded upstairs to her office and entered.
The normal office furniture and lounge like sofa's had been removed and replaced by a dining table surrounded by chairs and covered with a white table cloth and laid with full dinner service for 6. Darjeeling was standing by the table dressed in a maid's outfit.
"Welcome to Darjeeling's lunchtime soirée."
"Oh dear." Said Assam and Orange simultaneously.
"What is all this?" asked James, somewhat curious as to WTF was going on.
"In an effort to relieve your homesickness," she explained, "I have cooked you a selection of English foods to bring you a taste of home. Please have a seat while I fetch lunch."
"Very kind of you." Said John as Darjeeling retreated through a door to fetch the food. The boys took seats at the table as did Assam and Orange, although they both looked rather worried.
"You 2 alright?" asked James to Assam and Orange.
"You've never experienced Darjeeling's cooking have you?" asked Assam in a foreboding manner.
"No." Replied James, "But how bad can it be? It's not like it'll kill us."
"I hope not." Said Pekoe onerously. James was about to reply when Darjeeling returned with a cart with a set of silver domed trays. She placed them on the table and removed the lid on the largest plate of food.
"Here we have roast beef, marinated in dark marmite and Worchester Sauce."
The boys all watched in horror as the black monstrosity was carved and served before them. James suddenly began to think that maybe Assam and Pekoe had a point. He caught the lads looking amongst themselves, deciding if they should dare to taste it. Without wishing to hurt Darjeeling, James picked up his knife and fork and braved a chunk. It tasted as he expected, like absolute dog shite. He did his best to hide it and put on a brave face, but it was like something out of the SAS interrogation training. Evidently Darjeeling caught the reaction unveiled her second dish,
"If the beef isn't to your liking, you could always have some eel jelly." She then unveiled her second abomination. Jay, on sight of the unsightly dish, immediately said,
"Assam, weren't we supposed to help out in the armoury this lunch?"
"I believe we were." She said quickly, catching onto her boyfriend's scheme. They immediately departed. In quick succession, John remembered that he had to see a teacher and Chris and Pekoe remembered they had a study session to go to. While their excuses were lost on Darjeeling, James saw right through them.
"Fucking traitors." He mumbled as he stared down as large portion of eel jelly was slopped in front of him.
St. Gloriana tankery training grounds
17:33
Jay, John and Chris kept together and kept as quiet as possible. It had been a few hours since they had left James with Darjeeling's cooking. Since then, they hadn't seen him and they had received instructions by text from him to proceed to a grid reference in a remote part of the training tankery training area. They were each wearing their full protective gear, the kind they used in training battles to withstand heavy simunition rounds and paint grenades.
"The boss isn't one to hold a grudge. Right?" asked Jay. John and Chris just looked at him and Jay shut up. Yes, the boss was exactly the kind of person to hold a grudge. John glanced down at his GPS.
"100 meters to target." He reported. The boys all tightened the grip on their L98s and kept scanning around them. They arrived at a clearing which was their designated point. In the centre of the clearing was a wrapped parcel.
"I don't like this." Said Chris. The boys agreed and cautiously approached the parcel. Jay and Chris held short and checked the perimeter, while John, the qualified ATO, approached the parcel. There was a tag on it. John flipped it over to see the written side. There was one word on it in James' handwriting;
Traitors
"Shit." Said John.
He immediately stood up to run. As he turned the 4 flash bang grenades inside exploded as James triggered them from a distance. All 3 of them went down, reeling as the last thing they saw was burned into their retinas and their ears were ringing like loud white noise. As John rolled over onto his back groaning, he was suddenly hit with a sudden, sharp impact, right on the family jewels. He howled in pain, and looked up just long enough to see Chris receive the same punishment. Jay who had recovered attempted to run. He was up long enough to receive a splat of paint right between his butt cheeks. He too went down screaming, before he too received a round to the privates.
The pain was excruciating. As his vision cleared up, John saw a figure emerging from the far tree line. Knowing who it was he attempted to pull his clock from its holster, the figure was faster on the draw and shot John's arm again. John dropped his hand as James stood over him, the AS50 over his shoulder.
"And what have we learnt today Corporal?" asked James with a smug and serious face.
"To never leave a man behind Sergeant." Replied John in a high pitched voice.
"Good." James replied. He then walked off, leaving the trio in searing pain in the forest clearing. Eventually they got up and staggered out of the forest and back towards where they had parked the Land Rover. Upon reaching where they'd parked, they found nothing but tyre tracks and a note.
Now were even.
The 3 boys cursed their commander as the heavens opened and a downpour engulfed the ship. They started their 7km hike back to their accommodation. They all agreed that if they ever had Darjeeling's cooking again, they got James out first.
En-route to National Japanese Sensha-dō hall
19:30
James, Darjeeling and Lady Grey all sat together in the back of the limo that was transporting them to the National Sensha-dō hall for the pre- tournament commander's feast. A decent shower had rolled in over the last few hours, drenching the Japanese capital. Darjeeling was wearing her usual tankery uniform while James was wearing his ceremonial black coveralls, black beret and black belt. Lady Grey was simply wearing the formal suit she wore for school. The limo pulled up and the trio were greeted by a pair of porters armed with umbrellas. They were escorted inside and into a large ballroom.
The ballroom was a large, opulently decorated room with chandeliers over head and band playing classical music in the corner. The walls were decorated with paintings depicting tankery battles and past championship winning teams. The room was populated with a myriad of people, ranging from female tankery participants, to teachers to business men and women in suits.
'Championship sponsors' thought James as he sized up the crowd. He was in the process of wondering where to start when a familiar voice came out of the crowd.
"Jäger!" the St. Gloriana delegation turned towards the approaching figure and James smiled. The figure was a teenage male, with fair skin, mid length curly platinum blond hair, dark blue eyes. He was dressed in a set of Flecktarn camouflage fatigues, boots and the black beret of the Germany army tank corps.
"Fritz!" exclaimed James happily. He advanced to meet the man and they shared a rigorous handshake. "I didn't expect to see you here! How you been mate?"
"Sehr gut thank you." Fritz replied in heavily German accented English, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your lady friends?"
"Of course. Fritz this is Darjeeling and Lady Grey, commander of the St. Gloriana tankery team and headmistress of the same school respectfully. Darjeeling, Lady Grey, this is Feldwebel Ernst Wolfgang, better known as Fritz."
"A pleasure." Said Lady Grey, "So you are the transfer student from Germany? Tell me which school are you with since Kuromorimine rejected male tankery students."
"Indeed I am and my crew and I are based at Ōarai for the year ma'am" Fritz replied respectfully.
"Does that mean that Nishizumi Miho is here?" asked Darjeeling, eager to see her friend and rival again.
"She is indeed Darjeeling-san. I'll take you to her." Darjeeling and James followed fritz through the crowd while Lady Grey disappeared to converse with the other faculty. Fritz led Darjeeling and James to a girl of average height with a short light brown hair and a pair of light brown eyes.
"It is good to see you again Miho-san." Greeted Darjeeling. Miho turned and smiled, bowing to Darjeeling,
"Likewise Darjeeling-sama." She said, "I see you have already met Ernie." James tried and failed to stifle a laugh.
"Ernie?" He asked jokingly at fritz. Fritz switched to his native German to reply;
"Fick dich! Mein opa war Ernie genannt!" (Fuck you! My grandpa was called Ernie!) James laughed.
"Ja. Und er würde auch gelacht!" James replied (Yes. And he would have laughed too!) Fritz laughed at that as he knew it would have been true. Darjeeling and Miho looked at the 2 male teenagers with perplexed faces.
"Fritz's grandfather was called Ernie and would have laughed at his grandson being called the same name." Explained James.
"You know each other?" asked Miho.
"Oh yeah." Replied Fritz, "Jäger and I go way back."
"Why do you call him Jäger?" asked Darjeeling, "Because its German for Hunter?" The 2 males laughed again and James explained.
"No." He said, "After a match in Germany against Fritz, he invited me and my crew over to his house for a drink. Where I promptly necked half a bottle of Jägermeister and passed out."
"My Grandmothers carpet was never the same again." Commented Fritz, still laughing at the memory. Miho was just smiling while Darjeeling was trying to retain her ladylike composure and prevent herself from laughing.
"Nishizumi –Chan!" cried a voice. Miho, Darjeeling, James and Fritz all turned to see the source of the voice. It was a girl with long grey hair tied into twin ponytails and red-brown eyes. She was dressed a uniform that seemed to combine elements of the Italian Fascist militia that reminded James of Mussolini. She also carried a riding crop. Following her was a fair skinned male teenager with medium brown hair and light green eyes. He was wearing a basic olive green coverall and a pair of brown assault boots.
"It's nice to you Anchovy-Sama." Said Miho as she bowed to the newcomers. 'Anchovy' approached and Darjeeling similarly greeted her. While she was occupied James whispered to Fritz,
"What is it with Japan and soul names?" Fritz just shrugged, having been wondering the same thing. James and Fritz then stepped towards Anchovy's male escort.
"How'd ya do mate?" Greeted James with an out stretched hand, "I'm Sergeant James Hunter, and this is Sergeant Ernst Wolfgang." The Italian teenager grinned and took James' offered hand and shook it.
"Nice to meet you," he replied in Italian accented English, "I am Corporal Ezio Mancini. I'm from the stituto Compresivo Falcone school ship. Yourselves?"
"Collins Highlander School, Great Britian." Replied James,
"Bremen Men's gymnasium." Said Fritz. "What kind of tank you using?"
"I command a Semovente 105/25 tank destroyer. Yourselves?"
"Centurion Mk 1" Said James, "You Fritz?"
"Tiger 1 Ausf H" replied Fritz.
"Nice." Commented James, "Have they fixed your Leopard 1 yet by the way?" Fritz sighed in annoyance,
"Yes." He said, "and thanks to you it took 6 months to fully repair!"
"Well there's a moral to the story here isn't there?" said James smugly, "Don't charge headlong into a squad of 4 Chieftains, when all you've got is 2 Leopard 1's."
"Yeah thanks. I'll remember that for next time." Cracked Fritz. The 3 boys laughed. They were getting on well and having a good time, until the sound of a voice clearing caught their attention. The boys turned to face the person who sought their attention. They were faced with a tall, serious-looking woman with long dark brown hair and glaring dark brown eyes. Behind her was a seemingly younger version of herself with the same if shorter dark brown hair and dark brown eyes.
"So you are the boys who have come to taint our tankery." She said disapprovingly, glaring at each of the male teenagers. The murmur of conversation of the room seemed to vanish at her word and all eyes turned towards them.
"Lady Nishizumi, I assume?" said James, knowing full well he was standing face to face with the champion of the Nishizumi style of tankery, Shiho Nishizumi. James boldly raised a hand to shake hands with her, but she flatly refused and focused on James with a death glare.
"You presume you have the right to speak to me unless spoken too?" she challenged.
"Well firstly you did speak to me," replied James, lowering his offered hand, "and secondly I presume to be able to speak to anyone in this room if I should wish too. We are after all here at the invitation of the Japanese Sensha-dō federation."
"A grave mistake that sullies the name of Japanese tankery." Replied Shiho, "Males are incapable of operating tanks effectively in combat, to include them in our teams would only diminish their existing skill."
"Wow." Said James, "I've heard a lot about you Lady Nishizumi but I never pegged you as a hypocrite." There was an audible gasp from the audience that seemed to have gathered around them. Shiho and Maho were clearly taken aback by James' comment.
"...I'm sorry?" Shiho growled.
"You claim that members of the male gender cannot operate tanks effectively in combat due to being male. Yet you still honour 2 of the best male tank commanders that have ever lived."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Shiho replied defiantly. Although James had a feeling she knew what he was getting at.
"Well firstly there's your 2 Tiger 1's." answered James, "They are numbered 212 and 217 correct? If memory serves, Tiger 212 was commanded legendary tank ace Michael Wittmann during the battle of Villers-Bocage. And tiger 217 was commanded by the German tank ace Otto Carius, who incidentally I have had the privilege to meet. Furthermore, you claim that males cannot operate tanks effectively and yet you are related to the Imperial Japanese Army tank ace Kojiro Nishizumi, who served in the Sino-Japanese War."
There was a second audible gasp and a murmur of discussion from the audience. Shiho's face gave away a mixture of shock, embarrassment and anger at having been both caught out. Her face shifted to one of unrelenting fury as she glared at James who wore a satisfied smirk on his face. She raised a hand up as if to slap a disobedient child. James clocked this and internally made himself ready to catch it and drop the Nishizumi matriarch to the floor if he needed to. Shiho was about to bring her hand down when another hand grabbed her by the wrist from behind, stopping her.
"I think that is quite enough." Said Lady Grey in a determined voice, "Don't you agree Nishizumi-dono?"
Shiho took a moment to recompose herself before she released her hand and lowered it to her side. The anger and fury her face was exuding was classed over by an emotional mask. She glared at James on last time.
"Good luck in the tournament Boy." She said to James, "You will need it. Come Maho. We're leaving." She pushed past the boys with Maho in tow. James only caught a momentary glimpse, but Maho seemed to be... smiling.
"Nishizumi!" James called out. Shiho stopped, turned and stared at James. "Fear Naught, and Who Dares Wins. I wish you the best of luck, commander." Shiho simply huffed before leaving the room with as much grace as she could retain, with Maho following closely. There was a moment of silence after she left the room.
There was a single clap, and the room came into applause. James smiled and took a showman's bow.
"Was that really necessary Sergeant?" asked Lady Grey almost crossly.
"No ma'am," replied James, "but it sure was fun."
1st Round Draw for 64th National High School Sensha-dō games
National Japanese Sensha-dō hall
The Sensha-dō hall was packed to the rafters with students and representatives of all the competing schools, tournament officials and sponsors. Overnight the entire St. Gloriana Sensha-dō team had joined Darjeeling and James for the first round draw. There was a spokesman talking on stage about how Sensha-dō was a major part of culture and making the next generation of mothers great or something that no one was listening to. Jay leaned over from his seat to James,
"Word on the street is you had the brass cahones to rattle the cage of the head honcho at the German School." Whispered Jay. James chuckled,
"You so can't talk street Jay." he replied, "But yeah I did." The spokesman continued wittering on and eventually shut up and gave way to actually letting the commanders draw their lots for the first round. After the first few commanders went up to draw their lots, its was St. Gloriana's turn. Darjeeling walked up onto the stage and reached into the box. She drew a card with the number 8 on it. All eyes immediately looked up at the tournament tree, finding the number 8 school.
Ōarai Girls High School
A wave of Gossip flowed over the stadium and didn't seem to fully diminish until everyone started to leave. As he was leaving, Fritz passed James and whispered in his ear;
"Good hunting Jäger."
thanks to wellington 99 who spotted the mistake in Shiho's name, much appreciated, chapter has been re-uploaded with the alteration, everything else remains the same
no idea when the next chapter comes out
review as ever
Jango