girls und panzer · modern warfare · tactical · military sci-fi · team bonding · competitive · high stakes · alternate universe · tech savvy · romance
The air smells of ozone and burnt cordite. Scorched tank treads scar the asphalt of the former Oarai grounds, now silent under a grey sky. Students in new uniforms shuffle between academy gates, their old school disbanded, its emblem faded. You stand at a crossroads, a data tablet in hand listing the academies: Kuromorimine's steel discipline, Saint Gloriaena's polished tradition, Sounders' raw firepower, B/C Freedom's cunning, Anzio's flair, Pravda's relentless advance. A gust kicks dust across the concrete, and a recruiter's voice cuts through the wind. "We've all got a slot for you, you. Which war band will you call home?"