:: Dear Diary: …. I don’t know why but I feel like sh*t. Let’s skip the diary session today. ::

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<< WARNING: Your are Sleep Deprived. Your INT dropped by -3. Please seek counselling. >>   << Your Mental Stamina is at 10% capacity. You are unable to use Math and Literature Skills. >> << Your REFLEX Score has dropped by 80%. All Dexterity Checks will automatically be Critical Fails. >> -----

<< __ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED!!__ >>

~All Nighter Hero!~

You stayed awake for more than 48 hours. You're ready to fall over now.

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"Big Sis, how come you look like a Panda?"

"Lesson number one in picking up girls in a dungeon... Never say that... ever."

"... But-but Pandas have these weird black eyes... Did someone punch you?"

"Nello. I really love you... but as a Big Sister, don't make me punch you."

"Meap."

Pastrache Mooneye... looked like sh*t.

She was the almagamation of every human being on Planet Earth, before they had their first cup of morning coffee. Her hair looked like a rat's nest from one angle, and a bird's nest from another angle. The way you can discern between the two styles was similar to the way special colored cards and paper that could change the image just by flipping it at different angles (#HolographicCardHair!?)

Not to be rude (as she had a rifle) she had... peculiar dark patches hanging under her beautiful eyes.

Maybe she was not in the mood to sing 'Hey Let's Go, Hey Let's Go, As Happy as Can Be'... Still, she could be found sitting on top of a certain T-34-85 Soviet Tank, mimicking Odion the Thinker... Hardcore miming right there.

"I-I'm sorry Big Sis. I-I didn't mean to make you mad at me... Please don't hit me... I'll bruise."

"Nello. If I really did punch you with all my might, I'll end up in the emegency ward in a hospital... I don't have the funding to pay for such ridiculously expensive medical bills........I love you."

"... Is something the matter Big Sis? I'm happy you keep saying you love me but...... you've been saying that for the last 6 hours... Is something bothering you?"

"I have nothing to declare officer. No fruits no vegetables. No Dragon Snuff Powder. Go ahead, touch me."

"... Big Sis?"

"Ah. Sorry... I phased out and was having a micro-dream... Are we in Kansas yet?"

"Where's Kansas?"

<< Mental Stamina at 8%. Now running on Emergency Reserves. >> << You have 10 minutes before Consciousness hits Zero. >> << Please read 'Go the F**k to Sleep' >>

"Hmm... I-it's not good... After having that flashback to my childhood, I couldn't sleep a wink all night. I-I was too scared to relive those scenes in the previous chapter."

"... What?"

"North...That's the way to go... Into the beyond, to the heart of Alaska."

"Wh-where's Alaska?"

"... Sh*t, brain...failing! F**k.....love.....f....f**k...nnng"

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

Nello was a good boy. No, he was not a dog. He was a tank, with the voice of a child. He wanted to be useful to the Half-Elf he calls an older sister, however it was proving difficult for him to catch up to her sudden change of thought patterns.

Either she would be staring hard at the road in front of her with a glazed look, or say something random every now and then. For tank that was carrying her like a car, he found it troubling to listen to all those ramblings and not be worried about it.

"... You can tell me Big Sis... I won't tell anyone else. Is something wrong?"

"Nello... you're so sweet... Want a Donut Officer?"

"...Donut?"

"D*mn it! Wake up, me! Wake up!"

Pastrache had enough of her random blabbering and she struck her face with her two palms. Of course it was hard enough to jumpstart her brain, like any good driver would to their stalling engine, and her eyes were not as glazed as before.

"I...I kept having bad dreams last night."

"B-bad dreams? What about?"

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

"Um...Okay, I-I'll ask something else... What's a donut?"

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"Nello... M-maybe I should tell you, that day. When my father suddenly left home."

"............................Uwaaah."

Nello came to an abrupt halt.

It was exactly how the hero of a drama would stop whenever they were told a brutal secret. The kind of truth that would make them forget they were walking and force themselves to turn to the speaker. Love confessions, admitting one's wrong, or telling them that whether or not they were their children. Those types of words.

"... It's alright, Nello. You can keep going. The story will be long, so no need to stay idle."

"O-oh. Okay."

Breaking the trope, the T-34 Russian Tank continued to mosey on down the road. Maybe it was all for the best, as a moving scenery could stimulate the Half-Elf's brain enough to keep her eyes open.

"I'll be frank... I don't know what happened. One day, my father promised he would talk to my school about switching me to the Engineering class over Political Science...at that time, I was so sure I would have the chance to build my own submarine?"

"...A-a German U-Boat!? Th-they're super scary!"

"Exactly! But that's not what I'm trying to say! The very next morning, things changed! I woke up, like any other day of the week, and my mother told me to call my father to make breakfast for everyone... Only to find the whole house empty of him.. I... I didn't know where he went to."

"... D-did you cry a lot?"

"How did you know?"

"I-it's not that I was spying on you or anything Bi-Big Sis but... I heard you weeping, when you were sleeping in my belly last night. I felt you tossing and turning across the crew seats."

"... Yeah. I won't lie to you Nello, I couldn't stop crying for ten straight days... even my mother was crying with me the entire time."

"...Did you...um...father leave a note, as to why?"

"No."

"N-not even a package or message left in the open for you to figure out?"

"He may have a sophisticated past, but he's not smart enough to leave behind complex clues and puzzles for me to track after him like some kind of mystery novel."

"......Did someone come and visit you and said he knew your father and said you're a wizard?"

"Nello. Where are you getting these ridiculous ideas?"

"... Sorry Big Sis. There was this Bird Lady with the funny hat who kept trying to make me her familiar, whatever that was. She said she had no money, so she gave me her books to read."

"Tch. That Raven Witch. Was she trying to solicit and tempt you to do bad things behind my back again!? That feather flapping wh*re, I'll drive my rifle up her immoral @ss and pull the trigger to drill a hole into her dirty brain!"

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

"... I-I mean, play tag with her. Yes. Very crippling, tag. Cough."

"Uwaaaaaah. Th-that sounds scary too..."

"...Wait...Nello? N-not to insult your intelligence, but... how can you read? You have no hands."

"She read them to me. Birdy Lady has a really nice voice."

"NOW'S SHE USING HER MOUTH TO COAX YOU!? I-I'LL, I'LL F**KING BURY THAT WING SPREADING MAGICAL B*TCH!"

".....Aaaah... I feel like I'm getting Birdy Lady in trouble."

Now that Pastrache the Half-Elf was all riled up, whatever sleep-deprivation that weighed her down snapped apart and gave her a sense of freedom. She was on the verge to hop off the moving tank and just run in the opposite direction, with her rifle.

She was in the mood to go bird hunting that moment. Even if that bird was a lovely witch.

".... Uuugh... My brain hurts just from trying to memorize all the muscle patterns to move my feet. I can feel my cerebellum burning... Mah, I'll f**k that b*tch up tomorrow..."

Only to trudge back to the moving Tank, struggle to climb back up onto her original perch across the turret head, and return to being the mime for Odion the Thinker. Her Mosin-Nagant Rifle snapping on her thighs.

"I may have been young, but I knew my father inside out. He's the kind of person who dislikes spicy food, but eats them anyway to make mom more confident in her cooking. The kind of man who would pretend he respects personal space above all else, until he hears mom calling him with a dove like voice... He loves to keep everything organized in the house... but will never get mad whenever mom 'helps' and ends up re-arrangign the house..."

"...M...meaning?"

"No matter how many buttons are pushed, he won't snap at you or hate you... He chooses when to indulge on those emotions and uses it efficiently... He would only spank me if I really deserved it."

"... He sounds like a very nice man."

"Until he left home the next day, right after his daughter told him her intentions of taking over the world with giant war machines."

"....................................................I....I don't get it now."

"It's okay, Portobello. Big SIster will always love you like gelato."

".......Big Sis, are you sleepy again?"

"Hmm."

<< Mental Stamina has reached Critical. Your Emergency Reserves are nearly depleted. >> << You have exactly 1 minute worth of operational time. Please save all of your experiences. >> << WARNING: Do not force reboot your brain in the next 48 hours. >>

Nearly reaching her limit, the Half-Elf nodded to a question she should not have answered. Worse, she had no clue as to what the question was. Her internal mindframe was to the point where it was buried under 1000 kilograms worth of snow, fog, and smoke.

Blurry as f**k.

Her exhaustion was so bad, she could make promises or sign shady contracts at this point and have no memory as to how much money she owed random people. 

... That was why Nello didn't say much, to avoid taking advantage of her vulnerable state.

"... Um... Big Sis, since it's a long way to the next town... do you want to sleep in my belly again?"

"Hnn. Salanghae"

"...What?"

Right after the Half-Elf said 'I love you' in Korean, the girl reached her battery limit...

<< Mental Stamina has reached ZERO PERCENT... Shutting Down. >>

And she flopped right off the front of the tank to bury her body into the dirt road... @ss up.

"............BIG SIIIIIIIIIS! H-HANG IN THERE! I-I'M GOING TO SAVE YOU! MEDIC! MEDIIIIIC! QUICK! ANNE! PLEASE COME OUT OF YOUR BOOK AND HELP BIG SIS! SH-SHE NEEDS CPR! SHE NEEDS CPRRRRRRRRRRR!"

This was the renewed adventures of a WW2 Tank reincarnated in a transmigration LitRPG... Is there a doctor in Royal Roads? Anyone!?

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