Narrator pow:

"Remember our tactical doctrine! No enforcing, no unwillingness, no regrets!" Sushil spoke up on the radio, giving the last words before his tank went forward into the dry plains set as the battlefield for a Sensha-do match between the schools of Sudamericana and Waffle.

"Yeah, yeah, Just shut up for a second chief." A feminine voice responded on the radio, very annoyed by the lecture given to her.

"Fine, just don't throw up the match Joqueline."

"No need to be so personal, especially since I already see these guys."

"You do?"

"Yup, four Vickers T-15 Light Tanks, four AMC-35's, a random Panzer I fhey definitely bought from Kuromorimine and a M4 Sherman with 105 howitzer."

"Wepl, I tried." Sushil thought, analysing the line up taken from the suprisingly soon scouting while the other tanks on his team deicided to spread out to the left and right. "We have three FT-17's, two LTP's, Vickers Medium I, Vickers Light II, M-3 Stuart, Type 3 Ho-Ni III and a godforsaken Ford 3-ton Tank. Our best hope is Ho-Ni III flanking the Sherman while the rest engages the lights." He thought before his driver suddenly punched him in the balls.

"So, Norman. What do you think of the battle so far?" Lily asked, as the duo were busy with their livestream of the event from their studio.

"The insanely tight map chosen by the Federation already plays a role in the match, and it seems that both teams so far decided to just rush forward as if it was a Samurai duel." The boy responded while all twenty tanks in total rushed at eachother with various speeds, turning the whole battlefield into a mess composed of smoke, dust, random shots and ocassional tanks peeking from the chaos that became the central point of the map.

Sushil pow:

"Any ideas where we are?" My driver asked me as I finally decided to peek out of the turret.

"Behind everyone, we just went straight by." I responded as we turned around and I realises that the Waffle's Sherman stayed at their half of the chaotic battle, blindly shooting into the smoke without notice. "I think I know the answer to that..." I snickered as I loaded the HE shell and aimed my gun at the rear of the Sherman's right track.

"Where is their flag tank?!" Panicking voice of Alessa sounded on the radioline as pulled the trigger on instinct and fired too quickly, ending with the shell ripping into the engine.

"I think I..." I wanted to speak up, but a severe impact into the right side of our hull made me pause. "... I got their ace, but the flag tank seems retreating." I added with a resignated voice, looking outside once again and seeing that both the Sharman and my FT-17 deployed their white flags while a single T-15 with a flag designated for leading vehicles run away from the main battle. "But I see their flag tank running away towards eight O'clock! Go get their asses!" I encouraged the rest of my team as I saw the dust slowly settle down and miraculously only six wrecked tanks with white flags and holes in the armor. But hey, my kill:death ratio remained on one.

Narrator pow:

"They lost the Sherman and three AMC-35, we lost FT-17, LTP and a Ford 3-ton... Sounds good." Nobrega said to himself as he casually observed the match from the stands reserved for Sudamericana students.

"I know, right? The so called 'reservists' put up a fight on a great scale." Yashabushi added, sincerely sitting to his right thanks to the arousimg nature of elastic working hours.

"I mean, it makes sense that Maken placed them against the weakest enemy in our group so others can prepare for Jungle Tunnel and BC Freedom."

"Calling rotation a reserve is not."

"I know, Sir. But you have to remember that Maken has weird plays as a tendency, this is just another example of that." Nobrega contradicted, making a oyramid with his hands. "The situation in, let me remind, Maken's school is that he takes the final word. And the fact that je doesn't always do that is why he managed to stay in power and keep this place as what it is today. Heck! I was the one who wanted to proposed this school to he autonomous in the first place."

"You did?"

"Yes. As an open secret I can inform that Maken originally wanted to be associated with local Okinawa goverment instead of MEXT and he changed the idea into authonomy."

"Then why he didn't told me!?" Yashabushi nearly shouted, looking down at the ground with unrelenting doubt.

"Because that was a year ago when you were a quirky janitor and I was called an F-word by my parents for wanting to study philosophy." Nobrega responded with serious tone, making him Look back at his face. "As the ending to that I'll tell you two things. First, trust builded between you and Maken was destroyed by me saying two sentences. Second, Sudamericana isn't like other schools. Our models of about everything are going to either suck or grant wishes. And that's the way it is."

"They scattered! Go after them at will!" Allesa shouted on the radio as Sudamericana tanks went in all directions chasing after Waffle's units.

"I stay behind and try to snipe them! Try to flank 'em!" Otavio added with a furious screech, slamming the metacil machineruly all over him in frustration.

"Roger that! There' s no way we lose this one!" Another boy added while an M-3 Stuart rammed into a rear of the T-15, sending him off balance and onto it's side before adding a quick shot that bounced off Panzer I's frontal visor.

"Canal, you idiot, tell your crew to aim before shooting!" Alessa shouted, calling the boy by his name.

"No need to, they are entrained students." Canal responded before taking off after Waffle's flag tank, who just happen to run away from Vickers Light Mk. II right under the gun barrel of even bigger threat. "Now get that potato tank and show me the reason to listen!"

"Fine! Driver, after their flag!" Alessa exclaimed, finally deciding to do something eventually.

Andou pow:

"What a mess." I said to myself as my group blankly stared at the TV screen in the restroom where our school held a live relation from our match. "No wonder we were saved for other ocassion."

"Oui, this chaos would only tire us out." Eclair added, sitting on the disposable stool in the corner of the room.

"... Sooo... It seems that our team is winning." Orlean added after a while of silence given by none of us being willing ebough to turn up the volume as we saw Peruvian LTP chasing after Waffle's T-15 in a thrilling chase between random gunshots, near collisions and endlessly flat terrain.

"Sort of, mobile warfare is a very hard to do." I responded, keepingy focus on the match.

"Now then, it looks like we have an update." Eclair said, switching the topic as I noticed that two orange symbols for Waffle's AMC-35's blackened before turning off.

"Yeah, six down and four left." Nene said, joining to our conversation back from her smaller sub-team.

"This is a flag battle, they still have one." Orlean corrected her, while me and Eclair kept starring at the screen.

"... Two ours in the left, Guatemalan clan chilling on the back, flag tank from the Panamians roaming on the opposite side of action. No need to risk losing it." I muttered to myself, quick-checking who from our school was where with the help of the live-location provided by the big screen.

"You're studying them?" Cayenne asked me as she sat next to me with a carefree glare.

"I want to learn how a team composed of free-willed individuals behaves in the battle. I want to know what to expect before I face off against my old school." I responded shortly, a bit annoyed by her question.

"Oh, it's fine commander! Really." Cayenne smiled, making me feel a weirdly unjustified deja vu. "I can go out into the city tomorrow and ask some people about how we do it of you want."

"Ehhh, thanks. I'm gonna need it." I smiled before taking out my smartphone and saw a generic spam mail with fake advertisement I could recognise from a mile away.

"Oh look what time it is!" Orlean interrupted us with a pure enthusiasm as I looked back at the screen and saw Waffle's flag T-15 with three big holes: One on the rear hull, second in the right side of the turret and a third one between rear-left corner of the armor and the tracks.

"Encircle and execute? I like it." I smiled as I quickly went on my phone into my document folder and created a new one, a brand new idea had just sparked inside my head...