Author pow:

Hello everyone. I am here just to tell you that I changed the story to be M-rated in case the scenes I included were too heavy for the specifications of T-rating.

If they are not, then please tell me in review section. If it is, it stays as M-rated, but if it isn't, then I return the fic to being T-rated.

And here is the chapter so you can see what I mean.

Narrator pow:

"Everyone! It's time to get serious." Maken said, standing on the stage before the wide crowd of his fellow students. "As you may have know already, our first group match is against Waffle Academy. And since it doesn't take much to crush a waffle, tomorrow's team is going to be purely reservist one so the others can prepare fot the two harder enemies." He continued, taking out his list and adjusting his hoodie. "Since the match is agreed to be ten on ten, tomorrow team by clans present itself as follows: Peru gets two tanks, Suriname, Caymans, Grenada, Barbados, Panama, Guatemala, Bahamas and Dominicana get one tank into play. I wish all of you good luck tomorrow." He ended, leaving the stage with the applause going from respectively mentioned clans.

"How are you holding?" Adelaide asked him, waiting behind the curtain with her Archer parked nearby.

"As good as it gets, no need to worry." Maken responded, taking the list back into his pocket and walking away towards the taxi.

"Glad to hear it. Your tank got the rest of promised modifications tho." She responded, making him smile a little.

"Then remind me of the bonus after I get home, I have no doubts to your qualities." Caudillo responded before throwing a stack of Yen towards the driver and entering the taix at it's back row of seats.

"Why so hasty? You know I don't charge more for waiting." A fair-skinned boy with messy peanut-brown hair responded from the driver's seat before switching gears and driving his car onto the road.

"Business, Dornier. It's ten P.M. already and, suprisingly enough, I need to sleep too." Maken responded, rather unamused by his snag.

"Whatever, crazy ass. Usually you return from the job at eleven." Dornier smiled, taking the turn to the left at the road crossing.

"Daily routine has changed. Paperwork needs to be approved at the top, y'know?"

"Fair enough, it's not like I question your concession for my clan to make your flying crews..."

Assam pow:

"Lucky me, no one's here." I said to myself in my mind as I crawled into the Maken's office thanks to the conviniently opened window. "Now, let's look for the documents Pekore wanted-?" I continued, walking up to the desk and checking the middle locker only to pause as I stared at the obsidian mace the guy residing in here used to threathen me first time I visited.

And as if it wasn't bad enough, it was immedieately followed by the sound of the doors being opened.

"So that's what I get for being nice to you?" Irritated voice came into my ears as I quickly leaped backwards towards the window only to find out I won't escape throu them fast enough.

And the other option? Maken standing in the doorframe with his hands inside the pant's pockets.

"Black jumper suit? Pekore really cut your finances hard, did she?" The Caudillo of Sudamericana said, as usual entering the situation of him in position of power with a joke. "Although I did tell you and, assuming you didn't screw my deal over, Pekore that you are not meant to infiltrate my school you, or maybe I should say Darjeeling wannabe, decided otherwise." He continued his speech, which was followed by a sound of pressed button and windows automatically being closed alongside their blinds which went down in a instant, leaving the lamp on the ceiling as the only source of light. Needless to say that after I found that out he also close the door shut.

"Wait, wiat, wait, we ca-!" I tried to excuse myself, but was cut short by weirdly red knife flying towards me from behind, scratching my left hip as I narrowly sidestepped it, almost making me fall with scream as Maken catched it and then held backwards with very cross face.

"Now I'm gonna give you two options. Either we fight so you can get revenge for the last embarrassment and ruin my plans... Or you can leave IMMEDIATELY because I will RIP THE SPINE OF YOUR ASS IF YOU PICK OPTION ONE!" He shouted in terrifying way as I backed down a few steps and ended with the back against the wall as he slowly approached me with determined face. "Trust me, I don't want to do this, you don't want to do this, your bossy boss also doesn't want to do this after she finally learns... So how about you pick option two?"

"Your plans?" I asked out loud, confused by his banter.

"Option one then? Fine." Maken responded quickly with a spite. And as he ended, I felt myself being lifted into the air by some force and then being slammed into the ground face-down. "And I'll make sure ya' gonna be AVOL long enough..."

Andou pow:

"How did it go?" Ella asked me as she slided across the floor and stepped into my way, blocking the entreance doors to our clan's building.

"Fine, really." I responded with oblivious face, walking past her. "Actually, I think we both needed that."

"Ooooh! So you're in lo-!" Ella responded, but was cut short by Beatrice who slapped her lightly.

"I think we talked about this already? Don't you have something better to do?" Beatrice asked her, letting me catch a breath and stabilize myself after this pevuliar question.

"No I don't!" Ella responded, stomping the floor with red face. "I want to have someone too! Is it too much to ask?"

"Given your approach? Yes." Orlean responded first, joining us with rather amused face.

"Dammit. And I thought the rest of the day will be calm..." I mentally sighed before leaving the trio and walking towards Eclair who was busy talking with Cayenne about what seemed to be a team coehesion. Hmm... Maybe girls have something for me too?"

Narrator pow:

"I don't think you fully understand what situation you're in now." Sans said with sadistic tone, grabbing shakened Assam by the collar and throwing her across the room into the wall, from which she bounced back onto the ground. "You are not Pekore's protige, you aren't a cool sassy spy, you aren't smart. You. Are. A. Bloody. Disgrace." He added, lifging her up with telekinesis and pinning her to the wall.

"*Cough* W-whyyy?..." Assam scowled, feeling the pressure from both her front and the back, without me mentioning the places she's been hit earlier on.

"Because you came here, ya pin-sized mutt." The boy responded, letting her free only for the latter to lifelessly fall onto the ground where she proceeded to deperately catch a breath. "Now, I am not an enjoyer of abuse... But Pekore seems to want making me one. After all, why otherwise you would come here?" He asked her, making his eyes emoty and black before grabbing her head and enforcing his 'death stare'.

"I-I-I don't-t-t know." Assam stuttered, sloly beginning to loss the grip on reality.

"So you're telling me that the head of Saint Gloriana's intellingence team doesn't know why her overlord send her into a mission?" Sans asked, his face looking very unamused. So much in fact, that he let go off her head which landed in the floor with an empty thud. "In that case one question remains..." He continued, starring down at her, now with a blue and yellow light flashing in the black abyss that were his eyes.

"Why did you make me do this?"

Sushil pow:

"Now what?" I asked myself, dropping off my bag of doritos and starring into the dark as I saw what seemed to be a young man dragging heavly beaten girl on the ground towards the airport. How did I know who was who in the dark? Propably extended time on a night shift, it does make you more used to it in a long run after all. "Now that I think about it, I do need to call someone who can deal with it, unlike me..."

Maken pow:

"Yup, we're at it Sushil, thanks for telling." I responded with excusatory tone, ending the call before dropping Assam from the side of the ship down towards the small motorboat with thwo girls from St. Gloriana already in it. "You can't sue me for beatdown due to anti-espionage laws of my autonomous zone. And if that Orange of yours tries something stupid once more, she dead on the spot. Got it?" I asked them, to which the two nodded in fear. "Sweet. Also, tell your boss that the last part inclused him, or maybe I should say her." I added, turning around and leaving the scene with no witnesses. "Damn me, I overdid it... But maybe it means Orange Pekore isn't going to be so moralistic from now on, who knows?"