"Boom!"
A thunderous blast erupted on the Mountain Roads, scorching shrapnel wrapped in charred soil spraying in every direction.
The first to bear the brunt was Asurada, the super-intelligent Formula racing machine. Amid a chorus of metallic clanging, its body was pierced by flying fragments, sparks and black smoke billowing out as it staggered into the guardrail beside it.
The sudden explosion also caught the racers who had rushed ahead nearby. Some spun in place drunkenly, while others slowed through the suffocating smoke, dust, and flying stones.
Yahoo, a great start!
Inside the driver's seat of the M1A1 main battle tank, Koyanskaya looked through the observation window at the wrecked scene, the corners of her lips curling up. She glanced back charmingly and clicked her tongue in praise.
"Princess, that was beautifully done! I have to say, you have quite a talent for destruction."
"..."
Faced with words that she could not tell were praise or mockery, Anastasia rolled her eyes at that Fox Spirit.
"Then keep it up. Keep firing and take them all out!"
Dressed in a neat brown-and-black military uniform and wearing a Russian fur hat, Koyanskaya did not mind in the slightest. She bared two tiny canine teeth and gave a savage grin at the flashing dots on the Radar Screen.
As the tank gunner, the Princess received her orders and immediately suppressed her little frustrations. She swiftly turned the turret, took aim from the side again, and locked onto the targets speeding along the Mountain Roads.
"Fifteen degrees left deflection, wind speed normal, temperature normal, humidity normal. The 120mm main gun is loaded!"
Although this was her first time experiencing it—her first time—she did not know why, but she felt an inexplicable familiarity with the steel beast before her and its heavy firepower. After merely