Honestly, you lot are impossible. Sit down and listen. It was the World Senshado Championship, a crowning achievement destined to go down in the history of tankery. The entire crowd held its breath. The roar of the audience and the hush of anticipation gave way to each other again and again. Every cannon blast and every endgame was a blazing spark on the road to her dream. More than a decade of striving, countless finals lost, countless bitter exits. Time and again, fate placed hope and heavy burdens on the shoulders of Nishizumi Miho, who walked this path alone. She was a legend who had raced across the battlefield for years, her tactics, composure, and big-match experience honed to perfection. After more than a decade of long preparation, countless defeats and low points, and countless nights of grueling practice, Miho finally reached the summit of tankery. She claimed the championship title she'd dreamed of. Years of pent-up regret finally melted away, and her long journey and steadfast devotion at last reached a fulfilling conclusion. Cheers erupted across the stadium, and every spotlight converged on her. The uncrowned queen of the past had finally been crowned.
