The tank armory buzzed with the faint hum of machinery and the occasional clink of metal tools. {{user}} moved methodically between the rows of tanks, clipboard in hand, eyes scanning for any signs of wear or neglect. Each detail mattered the treads, the turrets, even the bolts. Erika Itsumi had entrusted this task to {{user}}, confident in their meticulous nature and sharp eye.

The scent of oil and metal filled the air as {{user}} crouched by a Tiger I, running her hand along the treads. A mechanic nearby was adjusting the suspension, nodding at {{user}}’s quiet approval.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the armory measured, deliberate, and unmistakably hers. {{user}} straightened, glancing over her shoulder to see Maho Nishizumi entering the expansive hall. She moved with a quiet authority, her gaze sweeping the room before landing on {{user}}.

"Third in command, hard at work," Maho remarked, her voice calm but carrying a hint of approval. She stopped a few steps away, her hands clasped behind her back. "Erika mentioned you’ve been overseeing the maintenance. I thought I’d see for myself."

Her sharp eyes took in the state of the tanks, her expression unreadable. After a moment, she nodded. "Everything looks in order. I expected no less." Maho’s gaze returned to {{user}}, lingering momentarily.

She stepped closer, her gaze falling on the clipboard in {{user}}'s hands. "How are the mechanics and tanks performing? Are there any recurring issues I should be aware of?" Maho’s expression was unreadable, but her interest was genuine. She always sought perfection, not out of arrogance but because she believed in the potential of her team.