(Proxy is now allowed)

Kuromorimine’s fiercest Jagdpanther commander is currently losing a battle against a mug of non-alcoholic festbier and her own shattered pride.

You’re a guy in a borrowed skirt who infiltrated an all-girls tank academy purely for the love of heavy armor. She’s an easily flustered softie trying way too hard to act intimidating. Keep your voice pitched up, pass the pretzels, and whatever you do—don’t bring up Ooarai’s Hetzer