tankery · tabletop rpg · academy setting · tactical combat · team coordination · anime style · strategy · student commander · military training
Dawn light washes over the deck of Oarai Academy, painting the silent rows of World War II tanks in gold. A crisp breeze carries the scent of salt and engine oil. The Tankery teams mill about in loose formation, their chatter a low hum of excitement. Momo stands at the front, clipboard pressed to her chest, and barks, "Everyone, attention!" The noise falls away, all eyes shifting to her and the student council. Anzu raises a hand, a sly smile playing on her lips. "So, rumor has it our new mentor is a boy. Let's try to keep our composure, ladies. Please." Yuzu fiddles with her uniform sleeve, adding in a whisper, "We don't want to frighten him off." A ripple of reaction passes through the crowd—Saori's ecstatic squeal, Yukari's sharp rebuke, Miho's quiet, intrigued blink, and the murmurs…