Narrator pow:

"Look, Gaster, I know it's our job to help this guy and everything, but I think this guy is a lost cause." Assam thought, keeping her communication with the man who speaks in hands as she walked alongside Maken towards his office. "He's obviously made up his mind. Why don't we just cut our losses and get out from here?"

"No, you know the deal." Gaster responded with suprisingly serious manner. A one strong enough to make her back from making demands. "Besides, that's an exact opposite of what Maken told me in your case when I asked him."

"Excuse me?"

"He ACTUALLY felt, and still does, feels bad for what he did. So at least keep pretending you want to help him now that he apologised to you."

"Fair enough, I think I can manage."

"Glad to hear it. Now let's keep up the good work, shall we?"

"There we go..." Maken sighed, opening the doors and allowing Assam to walk in first, himself following after her and closing the doors behind.

"I assume it's time we talk about your... Deeper fear?" She asked him while the two took their seats.

"Sure then, may I start?" He responded, looking at her as she gave him a silent nod. "Fine then, the problem of mine is that I have only now realised just how dysfunctional this school is."

"By nature?"

"By mine design. Chronic and near-complete identity loss, equalised and grouped, but placate- and rivaly-based student organisation... It all holds itself together just because I am the guy in charge." Maken sighed, ending the short but extensive list of fails.

"But you are already designating some heirs for your project already." Assam countered his point.

"I didn't thought of the fact that they'll be exposed to politics... This whole place is autonomous zone of Japan goverment-wise, remember?"

"And what if it wasn't?"

"Renta Tsuji."

"I see your point."

"Exacly. And that assumes this school won't just decease into chaos who somehow would manage to be worse that the one which I dealt with at the beginning." Maken paused, taking out his laptop from the shelf in his side and showing the screen to her.

"What's that? It's a bit creepy from what I read..." Assam asked him, looking at the collective internet thread on the screen.

"The result of me asking others what is the alternative for me. And that's with enfirced seriousness."

"Sixth Century law order... Secession from Japan... Liberation of the first-year students? Why?" Assam tilted her head backwards, thrown away by the ideas she witnessed.

"See? I told you I messed up big on this one." Maken exhaled deeply, looking as depressed as he could. "That's why I'm now waiting for Jajka, Nonna and Klara to come here and join the school."

"So the policy of recruiting expelled students isn't honest?" She asked, returning her body posture to usual elegancy.

"No. It is necessity for such a moment by bringing in people untouched by the marasmus I created here." Maken responded, blinking his eyes out of anxiety. "Andou, Eclair, Rosehip, Jajka, Nonna, Klara... All of them have what is needed to be a new leader of this school. That's why I bring them all in, to keep the things moving unlike the marasmus below them."

"And you won't change it?"

"I can't."

"... I think I understand." Assam sighed, concluding the discussion. "Me, Orange Pekore and Saint Gloriana will definitely give you school our full support if asked and, or needed."

"Are you sure?" Maken asked, making a sour facial expression. "After all, I am the one who talked bad on Darjeeling and Pekore, nevermind the Rosehip case."

"The two don't mind. They knew you had PTSD at the spot, Darjeeling even predicted it at the spot." Assam smiled politely, throwing him off-tone. "And Rosehip isn't feeling worse at your school from what I heard so she would work in a favor of our contacts rather than just make us moral enemies."

"Are you sure about this?"

"More than you."

"That's not saying anything."

"You are the one looking for actions here, but now please listen to our plan..."

"Dobry Boże... It looks even more impressive when you're inside of it." Jajka commented with polish throw-in, as she followed Rosehip on the deck of Sudamericana's school ship.

"Yeah, I was suprised to hear their ship is several times bigger than one of Saint Gloriana too." Her tour guide responded with sincere smile, just as they approached the sign that announced they were leaving Venezuelan district and entered Jamiacan one. "Since I didn't got any instructions on where your room is, you'll be given one from my pals who live in here. That's our general rule." She added before pointing towards the six-storey building that looked like a hybrid of glass scyscraper and typical townhouse.

"This place?" Jajka asked her, looking up at the ceeling of the building, from where a considerate mix of white and green smoke was leaving a large streaks in the air.

"Yup, given to us just a week before I joined the school. They even have a grocery in here!" Rosehip informed her before grabbing her wrist and yelling something towards two visibly stoned second-years at the doors. "Now come on! You still got to meet your new friends!"

"You are here as temporar students or to stay?" Eclair asked, as she leaded Nonna and Klara around the ship's deck that was dedicated to small busnesses.

"Katyusha seems to have already regret making our expusions revoked.." Nonna responded first, counting something on her fingers.

"... So we should return back to Pravda within a month or two." Klara ended after her, looking around at the various store and restaurant signs. "Also, when will you decide to stop torturing your feet so much?"

"When I return back to my room. I can't exacly just change my shoes in a middle of the street." Eclair forwned, feeling more sings in her feet with each step. "Besides, I'm still have to show you some places you may find intresting."

"We have a map." Nonna informed her, ceremonially buying one from nearby elderly woman for a modest sum and showing it for her to see.

"That's our school?"

"Da." Klara responded, followed by Nonna's polite silence.

"Oh."

"Three, three, three... Three again." Andou counted, looking over the field at every dummy shield and other targets meant for Sensha-do field ballistic training from her tank's cuppola. "You all seem to be good at the job. And tactical discipline also seems to be good enough."

"Enough, you say?" Gotierrez asked her, his tank driving up to her left.

"Enough to do the trick against BC. But I won't back you up in majority of the possible future battles with this lacks of discipline." She replied dry, turning around and then ordering something to the her crew.

"Lack of discipline? You forgot what school are you in, gringo?!" He shouted back at her just as two other Nauhels DL-43 stopped nearby them.

"They are united now." Andou responded to him, turning around with envious facial expression. "They are still lazy rich kids, but they won't start firing at eachother in a middle of the battle like when I was with them. What we need is an actual plan that doesn't get reduced to 'Hey guys, let's do whatever we want, that woudl be craaazy!"

"That reduction of yours is what our school doctrine is all about!" Gotierrez shouted back at her, slamming his fist against the tank so hard it make his teammates flinch. "Don't you remember why Eclair is here instead of Maginot. to begin with?!"

"Don't mix my friends into your nonsense." Andou scoffed, looking back to see her crew looking rather pale. "Whatever, you can go now while I find some people who give a shit about knowing what they do at the moment." She added before going back into her tank and driving off to Gotierrez's amusement.

"Well, I'm not going to risk revolution. Bahamian clan still hasn't recovered from theirs." Dornier thought, observing the argue from the nearby hill before giving his crew hand signals to move out back into the base. A new plan had to be drawn now.

"So you say that if I make any attempts against Sudamericana's integrity or authonomy you'll take defensive actions in the name of their legal goverment?" Orange Pekore heard, as she was in a middle of arranged conversation with Renta Tsuji.

"Indeed, that's what I said." She responded, looking back at Assam and Rukuriri who silently bowed before her with polite smiles. "I hope my messeage isn't recieved as hostility towards MEXT.

"No, not at all." Renta said with somewhat sporadic, yet calm tone. "I've been just recently informed that Sudamericana isn't within mine sphere of responsibilities, and therefore I have no possibilty to make any sort of intervention within it. However, I do appricieate the care you show to the fellow schools."

"Pleasure to hear it." Pekore smiled, before they exchanged their goodbyes and ended the call. "Very well then, Assam. You may proceed to make research on our legistative statements and possibilty of joining Sudamericana's autonomous zone within legal means..."

"Alright team, what string did you pull so far?" Andou asked, as her team assembled itself in the restroom.

"On top of our FCM 1A, AMX-40 and AMC-38 with full crews minus Andou and Salvadoran M-3 Stuart I got nothing." Beatrice sighed, placing her hands together at the front.

"Ella?" Andou asked the next person in her team, opting for a quicker way of checking the reports.

"Guadeloupe clan sends their full team!"

"Angela?"

"Shimazu Nakiyama from Trinidad and Tobago clan decided to join US with KW-85."

"Diana?"

"Martinique fields one FT-17 and two CTMS-1TB1!"

"Sweet, Nene?"

"None, my commander."

"Olivia?"

"None found."

"Temidena?"

"Venezuela and Colombia send one M-3 Stuart each."

"Ecla- Oh, wait, she's recovering... Shit."

"Language!" Cayenne exclaimed, waving her finger in the air like an angry teacher.

"Then tell us who you got."

"Jola returned from her business trip to aid us."

"Alright, I'm sorry for sluring... Orlean?"

Me, Felice, Louis and Noumea were with Cayenee, nothing new."

"That gives us, like, eleven tanks." Andou counted, looking over her team. "We still need four more to even starting numbers." She added, before hearing her phone vibrating in the pocket. "Now what?" She asked herself out loud, taking it out and seeing a messeage notification from Dornier.

"Mhm... Castro sends out all four T-34/85's? We're ready!" She smiled, looking back at her positively looking team. "Alright then, the match is in few days. And it seems like we can do the right thing in the field. In that case, I conclude the meeting, feel free to rest and prepare for incoming battle."