Author pow:

Hello people, altrough I don't have any reviews to reply to, I do have credits to give forpeople who helped me with naming one of new schools. More precisely: Adwa Academy, original Ethiopia-themed school, possibly one of the first ones to be even proposed.

And here are the credits to fellow people on r/GIRLSundPANZER who helped me with making this name:

u/DarkFallRespecter (Creator of the finally approved name)

u/The_Myself_

u/Iibtin

u/TheDonlsGood1324

Plus unrelated effort that still counted in my opinion:

u/Alexadamson

And with respectively people being given what they deserve, here is new chapter.

Narrator pow:

"Our line-up seemes to be as follows: Tog II, FCM 1A, M-24 Chaffee, A30 Challenger, M18 Hellcat, Neubaufahrzeug, three M-3 Stuarts, three FT-17, AMR 35 and a Vickers Light Mk. V. Seems like a fine combination.". Maken smiled, driving his squad towards the green plains near the battleground, where he was supposed to met with judges, Bonple Sensha-do team and observers from other schools. "I just hope it won't be like with Jaktasota, where the only one to show up outside of opponents and judges were grils from Saint Gloriana." He thought, putting his tank to stop as he saw a small but very visible line in grass used as a stopping point for tanks during pre-match team meeting.

"Hmm... One 10TP, one 9TP, seven 7TPjw, four TKS and a... 7TPdw? She really wants to prove me that using Polish designs only can carry her wherever she wants. I'm actually curious how she will do outside of Tankathlon." Maken thought, opening the cuppola and exiting his tank and going forward to the meeting alone, others from his team sittting in their own tanks because why not.

"Maken! You came alone?" Maiko asked her old schoolmate, arriving to the meeting alongside Jajka and Uszka, but went silent after angry glare from Jajka.

"I did, Sudamericana doesn't believe in such things as vice-commanders and Sensha-do rules don't make this role mandatory." I calmly responded, blowing to today's judges afterwards.

Andou pow:

"When does it end? I'm so fired up right now!" Ella exclaimed, strapped to her loader seat for sale of not interrupting the pre-match briefing.

"Sooner than later, they seem to be done with formalities." I responded, looking throu the frontal visor and seeing as Maken and two vice-commanders bowed to eachother with exception of Bonple's overall commander known as Jajka.

"We'll see if you run and cry from me a second time, omelette." I heard a bit muffled voice of Maken, who just got an upper hand at the end of his word games with Jajka, making her authentically mad in a way I never seen anyone before.

"Same applies to you and your suicidal tendencies, so please shut up." Jajka responded with a frown, turning around and leaving with her vice-commanders to their own tanks.

"Move up, fiesta club! We have some rowdy egoists to own!" Maken called out to us, jumping from the ground straight at the top of his Tog II and entering it.

"Heard it loud and clean as my TV. Everyone, let's go to starting locations!" Jola responded throu the radio, instructing us on the next move.

"So that's why my girlfriend had to buy sound-proof upgrade to her room!" Mariano from Dominicana clan responded, making Ella laugh.

"Shut it and drive kid, cuz'I won't be making mistake of helping you find a friend ever again." Second person in their FT-17, Mariano, joined in attempt to prevent the argue.

"Oh boy, this will surely be fabulous." I sighed mentally, taking my attention away from increasing smack-talk that our radiolinie became and focusing on my duty as commander and gunner.

Narrator pow:

"Sudamericana has quite a vibrant army composition. Reminds me of our own..." A black-skinned girl with short brown hair and oriental dress on herself said, observing the said team going towards it's destination from her red carpet inside the truck.

"I know and agree, my Empress. Anzio is quite similar to Bonple in some ways, so despite diffrences between us and Sudamericana we should learn a thing or two from watching them." Second girl, a tan-skinned blondie with dozen of bracelets on her arms and khaki military uniform responded, taking out her pencil and making notes in her notebook.

"Splendin observation Maya, your appointment as vice-commander after the... Disasterous performance against St. Archipelago Girls School is already fruitful in a way." Girl from the carpet responded, looking at the photo of three tanks, namely a Vickers II, Vickers IV and Vickers VI Light Tanks, standing on top of the hill, while Fiats 3000 and AH-IV tankettes lied on the hillside below then in smoke.

"Thank you for encouragement, Empress Abela." Girl with a notebook responded, bowing deeply and leaving her as she went herself towards the other teams. Namely, delegations from Count High School and Atlas Girls Colleauge, both placed next to eachother and busy with exchanging opinions on the match.

"Hahahah. Your modesty is always a Joy to see, young Maya." Abela smiled, looking at the screen which was currently displaying Jajka's erractic speech to her team. "But now we have to see how much of importance this trait does in a heat of battle"

Author post scriptum:

This chapter is a two-parter (For unadvanced english speakers: it has two parts.), because I don't want to keep my readers of other fics - And people who helped me creare it. - Waiting for too long.

And Atlas Girls Colleauge is my personal creation: A Morocco-themed school!

Have a nice day guys.

Author.