From Otaku to Gyokusai

It hadn’t taken Aya very long to get home, and no more time to pack and ship her belongings via a drone delivery service to the familial faction homes in Sapporo and Küstrin, making sure to include a recorded message for her parents about why she was sending her belongings, and what her fate was. As such, she sat on her traditional futon bed, as it hadn’t been rolled up yet - along with her traditional comforter that had the Tokugawa and Meiji imperial symbols patterned on it, as she then placed the drive the shed been given at there sentencing into the audio box - a small, plastic box that played out loud, messages on these sorts of drives - which were used when large amounts of, or otherwise highly sensitive information to be given, transported, and securely listened to with the utmost care. It was now one full day later, and so sitting there in a matching lace bra and revealing panty set - she sat on her futon bed cross legged, sipping some green tea that she’d made a few moments earlier. The box that the drive was in whirred quietly - before playing its message.

“This stored message as a holo capability - would you like to enable it?

The drive’s prerecorded female voice said, and to which Aya took a sip of her green tea, and then proceeded to press the Japanese character button (which was also in English and romaji) for “yes” on the drive box. Following this, a perfect, life sized hologram of a an almost overly cute, anime waifu with pink hair in a highly revealing JSDF uniform appeared from the drive box, already giving her pre-recorded message.

“You’ve made an excellent, selfless choice out of the consequences of a terrible, selfish choice - you should be very proud! As you know, since World War III has taken such a drastic toll over the decades, the Combined Parliament of the DDA Member States and their respective Ministries of Defense have unanimously voted to solely use female citizens of the proper age range, eighteen to thirty-five, and the proper medical and legal standing - where exceptions will also permit for the latter, in the defense of the DDA Member States’ traditional homelands on Earth, as the settler colonial homelands on the Moon and on Pluto! In all of this - you fall into the most honorable and revered of all of the categories - the spearhead of the entirety of the DDA Military Forces: the Special Unit: Sakura Kamikaze! Within this elite organization - you’ll be a Gyokusai - the sharpest end of the spearhead - and your memory will live on forever in Yasukuni Shrine once the treachery and threat of the ECAP are permanently extinguished. In the end, it will have been you and other shōjo who shall bring forth the historic wrath of the kamikaze and the destructive force of the gyokusai - the shōjo who will ensure the that the DDA lives on and prospers forever! BANZAI!”

The hologram waifu character then reverted and disappeared - her digital purpose having been served. Aya simply stood up and stretched - her bra and matching panties feeling quite comfortable, and perhaps it was the fact that a cool December breeze was coming in. So - that was it, this was to be her last Christmas, her last time alive, before she’d most likely be sent to Mars, as that’s where the vast majority of the combat was occurring. Just then, something had been dropped through the mail slot on her flat’s door. As Aya went over to see what it was, it was quickly made apparent that what a DDA Official had undoubtedly just anonymously delivered - was a plastic sealed, brand new book, entitled in simple, direct DDA Military Forces fashion: Summarized Handbook for New Recruits: JSDF/Special Unit: Sakura Kamikaze Edition.

Aya started to pull the plastic shipping covering off of the book - and one would be wise to be aware of the fact that she didn’t really know much about it. As such, she began to read the physically thin, concise book that contained colorful professional sketches where such visual aids were needed. Aya then sat down back on her futon bed, learning that the DDA Member States had invested in the Military Forces in the decades since World War III began before she was born, thereby creating a combined, coherent organizational strategy and doctrine that called for a three tier system: lightweight, flexible, thin-looking, but densely armored full body, camouflaged suits with the color patterns being tailored to the environment for which the Infantry (which were also officially referred to in the three most-spoken languages in the DDA as Ronin, Ritter, and Legionnaire - as the three most spoken languages were Japanese, German, and English). Aya noticed that tellingly - the main Infantry firearms had plasma-based ammunition and looked like a somewhat tall and wide combination of differently-sized hexagons. Apparently, only those DDA Member State Citizens with no legal issues and who met the medical and age requirements could enlist in this branch of the DDA Military Forces - with the JSDF component being included in this. The handbook for al intents and purposes - was propaganda - and Aya understood that fact all too well, whilst she read through it and sipped her tea - more out of a sense of semi-conscious to unconscious habit that was picked up from going through the Japanese education system with hints of the German education system within there via the intensive, voluntary summer courses she’s attended over there, all the way through to the time when she was a Masters Degree student at Kyoto University. As such, if it was written material that had some sort of importance and/or pertinence - it was in her nature to read it fully.

Maybe ten minutes later, Aya placed the handbook down gently and finished her tea,  as she looked outside of her flat’s main window. It was snowing - the scene of Old Town Kyoto coated in a beautiful white, layered coat like a Geisha in full makeup never ceased to amaze her. All for having yuri relationships in one of her two homelands - she was being sentenced to her death via service in thew name of cruel irony: loving others in the one of her homelands that she held dear, and studying at the highest levels in one of those lands that she held dear - only for the combined leadership of both of her homelands, to entice her to death in a name of “service”, in the name of being a gyokusai - where her should would be eternally interned, but her name likely forgotten. Aya went to sleep with that thought in mind - as well as with a silent acceptance that she’d learned over the years to master: not to fight, not to argue - but to obey and accept as a Shōjo, and as a Mädchen - for like any impending Final Exam at the University of Tokyo and then also at Kyoto University - fate would always find its way to her.