:: Dear Diary… After what you did to Nello, you’re gounded for a whole week!! After this recording, I won’t talk to you. So you better take this time to reflect on what you did! END RECORDING! ::

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"B-Big Sis, wh-what are you doing with my nose?"

"You have bad cramps right? Well, nothing can beat muscle pain better than wrapping a wet towel around your nose, right?"

"... How come the towel looks like Big Sis's shirt and pants."

"Please understand, Nello. I don't have regular towels.... So......your loving sister is making a huge sacrifice for you... sniff..."

"Ah. Big Sis is crying... I'm sorry."

Nello felt bad. As much as he wanted to become stronger to protect his beloved Half-Elf friend, he realized how much trouble he caused her.

Because Pastrache was dipping her own spare clothing into the cold lake, and wrapping them around his long nose. It was applying the same science behind cold packs placed on a feverish head. She also went out of her way to mix her wet clothing with some vegetable oil she had purchased from town earlier.

Obviously, she wasn't marinating the tank to cook him like an oven baked turkey.

No, no, no, the Tank Version of PETA would have a field day about that. Sigh. (#TanksArePeopleToo)

"Um... Big Sis... what is the slimy stuff you're putting on your cloths?"

"Hmm? Oh, sorry I was too deep in thought I didn't have a chance to explain. You see, when I was a little girl like you.......anyways, I was part of the track and field team. This is a technique my mother would make to help me with muscle pain and bad cramps after a day of training."

"... What's track and field?"

"It's a club where we gather the best runners and sports players to compete against other schools in my village."

"What's a club?"

"Sssssh. Big Sister is talking."

"Oh. Right, okay! Hmmm."

The last sound was mimicking a child zipping his lips to listen to his parents. Or in this case, his non-blood related Half-Elf sister... Such a good child... tank (right...)

"I think through my entire school life, the track and field team is my favorite part of the day. Yeah, I'm a pretty good runner so I was recruited to join and race for the team. I've been in 100 meter ice dashes, 200 meters fire steps, the 500 meter swamp circuit. To even a full Forest Relay Race! It's also so much fun!"

".............."

"I guess the most relaxing part of it was that club was made up of mostly children with mixed backgrounds or heritage. We have a Half-Giant who is good with Magical shot put. A Tiefling girl who is excellent at pole vaulting over quicksand pits. And a Lizardboy who is great with barrel gymnastics and ribbon dancing, as well as other different species children. I specialized in all-terrain foot racing! We were all the cream of the crop!"

"....................."

"... You can add lib every now and then. Nello."

"Puwaaaaah! S-sorry."

"Such a good boy. Tee-hee."

Pastrache happily (but honestly reluctantly) rubbed the vegetable oil all over her clothing and then carefully wrapped it around Nello's cannon. It was done in a delicate manner as if she wanted to get the molding for a cast she was about to apply. Of course, such advance level of medicine was not common practice, even if it was, the cost to have one is the same as getting plastic surgery in our world. (#BeGratefulForMedicalCoverage)

Once she covered his entire nose from muzzle to the joint that connected to his turret head, the Half-Elf took a step back to admire her masterpiece. To top it off, she gave it a thumbs up the same way a Master Painter would when checking to see if the painting was up to scale. (#LittleRembrandt).

"So? Does it feel better?"

"....... It feels sticky."

"Yeah. I was bothered by it at first. I thought my mother had a fetish for oil play on her own daughter, but it actually helped to cure any muscle tension after a long day of running. And, it makes my feetsuper smooth... It's a win-win formula!"

".....What's oil play?"

"Sh-sh*t! I spoke too much!"

Before the Tank could go down the line where a child would repeat the question of 'Dad, what's a hooker', Pastrache patted the Russian Tank on the armored track to make him forget what was spoken.

With nothing else to do, the Half-Elf decided to take a break and kicked off her own boots, to sit across the bank of the Lake and watch the Daimond Dalmon swim about under the surface.

"Thank you Big Sis. I really appreciate it."

"Anything for my Nello! Now, praise me!"

"Big Sis is amazing! And super smart!"

"Yes! Praise me more! Oh-ho-ho!"

After giving off an evil laugh, the Half-Elf Girl ended up rolling onto her back and lie across the soft green grass. Not bothering to take off her clothing, she basked in the warmth of the sun and felt the cool spring sping breeze massage her skin.

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This was para--

"Um...Big Sis. If you're here now... then what happened to school?"

"I've already graduated. I barely passed Mathematics, but I survived. Now, I'm a grown woman who can make her own legal decisions and take on jobs as a great Adventurer. Yo~ho~, yo~ho~, an Adventurer's life for me!"

"Then.......What happened to the Track and Field Club... won't they be sad if you left them?"

".................................................................."

"B-Big Sis?"

"I didn't leave them, Nello.....We all graduated from school... We all had to leave the club eventually."

"But-but that's not right. All of you were the best!"

"Yes, that's true. Back in those days. Now, they have new members taking over and grooming better sportsman. But honestly, you can't stop time. Especially when we grow up into the real world."

It was Nellos turn to stay quiet. He took in those words as carefully as anyone could hold a baby chick in their palm. The struggle for him, was like that same someone trying to keep that excited chick from falling out of their palms.

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"...Did something bad happen?"

"No, no, no. Silly. We grew up. That's it. As we grew older, we spent less and less time training in the track and field club, to focus on our studies so we can finish school. If we didn't, we would have to repeat and that was bad."

"... Oh."

"Besides... it was only a matter of time, before everyone started to pick up other interests."

"H-how so?"

"You know that Half-Giant I mentioned. The one good with magical shot-put. Yeah, he's getting into the Agriculture field right now, taking part in the major Forest Restoration Project in the South that was wiped out by Pine Beetle Infestation."

"Hooooh."

"Then the Tiefling who was good at polevaulting over quick sand... Poor girl, she got into a wagon accident before graduating, she couldn't run let along jump over a ridiculously high vault. So she turned her eyes towards teaching. I think she's hired as a teacher in our old school now. At least, she's the supervisor of our school's rowing club, so that's a good note for her."

"Woooooow.......Then...What about the Lizard man? The one who was good with dancing with ribbons?"

"...................Oh good question. Whatever happen to that guy.........What was his name again?"

Nello turned his turret head to the side. With all the wet and oil covered clothing wrapped around his nose, he can't move it down. But he still had his DT Machine gun to aim low at Pastrache's lying body, so he could 'see' better.

She had this genuine look of memory loss.

 "..........I...can't remember... but I recall him saying something about wanting to run his own restaurant, based on food and cooking styles from the Island Nations in the East.... I wonder if he's cutting up Tuna right now. Hmm... no clue."

".......What's a tuna..."

Nello waited for a response, but he didn't get one. Hearing no answer from Pastrache, he though he stepped on a land mine and decided to stay quiet. There was no point in pushing onto a subject he thought wa supersentivie..

When really, Pastrache was too deep in thought to have heard him."

"..............Nello. Have you.... every been to school, from where you come from? Back in Stalingard or your original world?"

"..... What's school?"

That's a no...

"Then... did you have anything related to, you know, learning... Like when you train to become a soldier?"

"... I-I don't know. The moment the factory workers put my head to my body, I woke up. At that time, I couldn't move like I can now so I let them do whatever they want me to while welding on my legs. By the time I had wheels and they put on all of my armor, the crew would drive me out of the factory."

"And that's where your training begin?"

"I think so. The second I left the factory doors, I was already shooting at a German Tank in front of me."

"............................................................................"

"Um...It's hard to say whether or not I learned anything. The crew mostly took control over me, and they would move wherever they wanted to go. Behind buildings, through stores... I only remember following where they want to aim my nose and shooting lots............................... I don't think I had any training or education at all... Hmm."

".... I-I'm sorry Nello. I-I didn't mean to bring the matter up like that. I, I thought you... like me had...school....."

"No, no. It's okay Big Sis... I'm a soldier. I was born to fight my enemies that want to attack my homeland...Stalingrad was where I was born. My life is to defend it, even when I get punched in the face........ I just feel super bad I was only able to fight five days. A lot of my tank brothers were counting on me for support so........Sigh."

A hand reached out and touched the side of the armored vehicle. This caused the Tank to turn its turret head more and look down at the one who touched him with his Anti-infantry gun. It was not o deter the physical gesture, more like he wanted to see who it was. Confirming his thoughts.

"Nello. To me, you're always a strong and brave boy."

"Uwa-uwa-uwa. B-Big Sis is making my heart flutter."

"I'm serious. You're been a great friend since the day we met many months ago... We've been through so much. You taught me how to become a better Ranger... I even have my own custom class because of you. I'm grateful."

"R-really? I-I didn't do anything special!"

"Nello. You're cute as you are. Don't worry about being seen as weak or a burden."

"B-Big Sis?"

Pastrache smiled and rubbed her hand across the side armor of the T-34 Tank.

"I love you, Nello!"

"I-I love you too Big S--"

*SPLAT!*

"GMMMMFFFFFFFFFF!? MMMMMM!"

"...Ah. M-my nose... your clothing..."

Nello did something that most people would want to do, and that was to hug those that offered great support to their sole person. He didn't have arms, but he so wanted to express that overflowing emotion that was welling up in his hollowed ody.

So, he turned his turret all the way, to smack the Half-Elf with his nose.

Splashing the pile of clothing dipped in water and vegetable oil all over her face.

Like a series of heavy wet towels. 

"G-guufffffmmmmmggg! Ammmgggfffff!"

"... Oh no! Big Sis is suffocating from her wet shirts! Help! Help! Someone help! Anne! Anne! Quick come out and help Big Sis before she psses out!"

And so, these are the new beginnigs of Nello and Pastrache's bizarre adventure in a transmigrated world.

Feel free to laugh.

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