This is a Youjo Senki Fan Fiction Only.

If asked what I think of my first week at this place I would say it is very educational and inspiring if I was Tanya answering a high ranked officer, if allowed to speak truthfully, I would say the lessons are repetitive, dull, and with a little common sense anyone could pass the written or oral tests in each lesson.

The physical training and weapons training I consider little more than a waste of time, the real task is not falling asleep while doing it, honestly, this is so boring not falling asleep has become a sort of challenge for me. During my free time, I took the single joy I had, weapon maintenance and thanks to having access to the shooting range I found at least two things I enjoy.

One of the exercises was for me to take command of five fellow students, it was nothing too difficult all I have to do is direct them to achieve a goal our instructor told me before the entire exercise began.

I looked at the five men that were under my command and had to step on a nearby platform to set the mood. "Alright men, for today's exercise you shall be under my direct command, you will find me tough but fair, we have been tasked with collecting five bushels of wheat and delivering them to a nearby supply point. The sooner we get this done the better."

Nobody moved an inch towards the pile of wheat bundles. "You know guys this punk think he can order us around, I don't think so, here is what I think we should do. We are going to have this punk do all the work and we will just take a nap if he succeeds we take the credit if he fails we blame his poor leadership abilities."

All five men began to laugh as if they agree, now I was pissed. "By disobeying a direct order by your superior you are guilt of insubordination and possibly treason to the Empire. I would highly suggest you desist, and do as I have instructed or suffer the consequences."

Each turned around slapping their behinds and saying bite me. Without any further need to explain I concentrated on my magic and summoned my trusty rifle, without even saying a word I loaded the first round. I used magic to stand at the top of the nearby roof.

Once they heard the first shot they took cover, not that it will help them. "Hey, you stupid bastard are you trying to kill us! We are your fellow countrymen! What the hell is the matter with you!"

I aimed at the idiot that was screaming at me, "As your commanding officer, I have found your insubordination sufficient to find all of you guilty of treason against the Empire, we do not need soldiers who fail to obey orders. As I gave you a chance to rethink your actions, and did not, I find you guilty, your sentence is Death."

I aimed and began to shoot at them trying to cause them all to head towards a corner that they thought was a safe position to hide. Too bad I actually herded them in that direction with my shots, and now that they are in one spot I loaded an artillery spell into my rifle.

"Don't you think you made your point?" I didn't need to get up to realize that someone was talking to me from a nearby building through a window. "Insubordination of this caliber must be punished, and useless soldiers like this are nothing more than waste in resources, they will be hardly missed, sir I gave these men ample chance to repent from their chosen plan."

He laughed and he simply told the other men to stop hiding which they did, "That may be Karl but killing them will not be necessary, you are quite correct that their actions must be punished and I commend you in seeing that, but the punishment does not need to be lethal, you are too merciful for your good."

"These men who wish to be officers shall be made into an example, of what happens when they choose to let their selfishness and ego override proper judgment, their sentence is to spend a week in isolation, a hurt locker. Upon their punishment is complete they shall be dishonorably discharged from the Imperial military, may God have mercy upon them for I shall have none."

Upon hearing the punishment I still think killing them would have been a less painful and merciful way to deal with them. If they survive being locked inside a coffin made of metal, left to feel like they are in an oven from the harshness of them being left in the open where the sun would torture them.

These men would receive the single worst punishment in all the Empire, dishonorable discharge, this means that for as long as they live, they shall receive no aid or assistance from any government facility, no person shall hire them, and if they lie on a job application, it will be a prison sentence of ten years of hard labor.

I hate to say this but this would strike the fear of Being X into anyone, well not anyone, Tanya probably could turn this around and have someone else do all the work in prison, and still live like a proverbial princess.

"I have heard good thing about you young Sturm, very good things, tell me Sturm do you find your current classes to be challenging? Please be honest, you know what happens to people who dare to besmirch the honor of the Empire."

I looked at him as I flew up to where he was looking, went through a nearby window to look at him and I saw he was not kidding. "To tell you the truth sir, no they are more of a chore than anything else, I know regulations by heart, I know troop management and troop movement tactics like the back of my hand. These classes are boring me so badly I could kill for a challenge."

This man who is a high ranking officer simply starts laughing as I told him the best joke he has ever heard. He simply told me to come to his office first thing tomorrow and that is when I realized I spent all this time talking to the Deputy Director of the Service Corp. I don't know if I should worry that I was so informal with him, all I know Tanya at the very least will laugh.

As I made it to the room we both shared after a grueling day of dealing with idiots, I guess nobody told these brats that being in the Imperial Military was not the same as having a maids dressed in revealing lingerie sitting on their laps while feeding them sweet baked snacks, No military serve was hard and dangerous.

Today I hope at the very least I made several of them consider quitting running home to cry to the mamma. Today's dinner was a fine Irish menu, meaning more potato dishes that I had seen in both my lifetimes.

"Today I was having a blast, and no Karl, not the kind of blast you would prefer, and doing my excises, using my cute appearance and copious us of the puppy eye technique, I had those under my command become putty in my hands, they followed my instructions to the letter. How was your day?"

I can't believe I am telling her this on an empty stomach, not even death row inmates have to do this on an empty stomach, "My subordinates pretty much told me to stick my orders where the sun don't shine, and I challenge them to a fight, but since I can summon any weapon I ever touched, let's just say that if an officer had not stopped me, there would be a mass funeral right about now."

"And to top it off I spent several hours chatting with the Deputy Director of the Service Corp, and told him I found my classes to be a colossal waste of time, boring as hell, and I wanted to kill something more challenging. Now can I eat my final meal, before Herr Hans Von Zettour orders my execution for blatant fraternizing with an officer of his caliber?"

One, Two, Three, and there it is Tanya, dropping her spoon laughing so hard she is having a hard time breathing while slamming her first against the table. "That is what I love about you Karl, you always, and I mean always not only exceed my expectations but blow them clear out of the water."

"Sure, relax, I wouldn't worry too much, sure you just told him that the officer training which he painstakingly made is essentially worthless, all his efforts to educate officers a waste of time, and you found his curriculum to be so boring that you would want to kill someone or something to skip it."

She began to smile that smile I know so well, she began to pat me on my back, "Well Karl I have to say maybe he is impressed by your bravery or maybe I should say it was a pleasure having known you so well since we were both kids. Don't worry, I will write a beautiful speech and bring flowers to your funeral."

I looked at her and could not help but to feel utter rage, "Ha, Bloody, Ha, You better pray that is not the case because if it is, you will not have only Being X being a pest to you, I will haunt you till you are dead, and drag you to hell with me."

That was pretty much the end of her jokes when she finally realized I was serious, "Why not pray to Being X then if you are so worried? He might help you if you ask for his help in this?" Et Tu, Tanya. I looked at my glass full of somewhat clear water.

"Cause I rather gargle with formaldehyde, than ask that guy for any favors, you know as well as I do I wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for him, and any favors I ask would come at a price neither you nor I would be willing to pay."

Out of nowhere she grabbed my face and kissed me on my lips. She then sat down and began eating while leaning against me, well if the Deputy Director does not order my death, she sure as hell did if any of these men who are interested in her saw that.

I honestly don't know if she did that for that reason or why? I always believed that she hated any sort of Public Displays of Affection for PDA, but this? Not even I understand why? And I grew up with her.

Well, I decided to better keep my mouth shut, and don't say anything that can and will be used against me. I went to my desk worked on the assigned work and did maintenance on my trusty rifle.

I need to do something truly impressive that I can show the Deputy Director or I am going to be walking out of that office towards the firing squad or worse. I put all the knowledge I have from my previous life and began to think hard, I can barely think about sleeping right now.

The only thing I can think off is the ticking time bomb I have to have strapped to me when I was in the battlefield, these operational orbs tend to overheat when used against a large number of enemies, they tend to slowly become overloaded also when a mage uses spells at a high rate.

The only thing I can do is think of it as a machine, and think of how to do the task with what I have available, much like what I did with my monocle, it took a great deal of stress off me when I had another way that I can detect and target enemies without having to cast an area spell to find my enemies in the first place.

Wait, that is it, I take a normal operational orb, and divide the tasks, I built in an automatic feature to build and store magical sequences and when the spell is the same allows the spell to build up in power open casting the spell outside of the operational orb rather than inside as the mage is casting the spell.

Instead of having the power build to high inside the orb, have the spell work and construction of the spell be down inside and finish it outside of it, making the orb suffer less operational stress and control both heat and energy build up.

Sleep I don't care about sleep, I need to finish this design, I am picturing all my ideas and putting them together faster and faster, and if I slow down, this design will simply go up in smoke. As I finally put the final details on the design I decided that at least two hours before my impending doom should be enough.

I had a light breakfast, after a nice shower and brush my hair, I need to be clean and presentable, at least the coroner will not throw up when he prepared my body for my funeral. As I sat eating breakfast I had nothing to say, Tanya tried several times to ask me what was wrong, I said nothing. Right now I am so worried, afraid, or possibly terrified that I would end up saying that shoved my foot in my mouth.

I did as instructed and showed up to his office, his secretary told me he was already waiting for me to go right in. "Good, nice to see you are punctual Strum, not something I expect from someone your age truth be told. I also have to say that you have given me much food for thought since our last discussion. You can relax, please have a seat, I am having a nice cup of coffee, you might as well get yourself one, the pot is on the desk on the right."

I did and took my coffee the only way I like it, plain and black. He seemed to be rather amused by this, "Her Von Zettour, I first must apologize for the way I talked to you last time, I should have been more respectful to someone of your authority, I offer my sincerest apologies."

He sat down behind his desk and looked at me drinking my coffee, "There is no need to apologize, I didn't introduce myself, and you were having a stressful day, what I find surprising is that you drink your coffee as I do." I simply told him that coffee is best when it is bitter, it might not be as sweet as love's first kiss, and darker than the devil's hoofs but it is the only way I drink coffee.

"I see that you are carrying some papers, I initially wanted to discuss with your allowing you to teach some of the classes in the Officer training program, but it seems you have something to show me."

I place the papers on his desk, "I been thinking about my time in the front line, sir. I concluded that our units are too large for quick responses, so I felt that a smaller unit of specialized and highly trained soldiers could be used to form a quick response unit, and these papers are some ideas about possibly dealing with the constant trouble mages face with the current operational orbs."