「200マイルの向こう」 (Nihyaku Mairu no Mukou)
“Beyond Two Hundred Miles Per Hour”
And the Strike Witches train keeps chugging along. Or at least if said train is a motorcycle and involves an episodic plot of learning what’s important alongside yuri baiting. A whole heap of yuri baiting. Yeah yeah, the fight for Berlin (the thing we’re all here for) is still nowhere in sight, but don’t worry, you’re not the only one frustrated.
As indicated last week with the sidelining of Yoshika, this season’s Strike Witches would be all about the other cast for the first bit, and first up to bat is the ever-wonderful duo of Charlotte and Francesca. Ignoring the bit about Charlotte’s world record setting attempting no. 2—I think pictures and episode do a fine job enough in describing it—this meant we got good re-introduction to all the fun which is spunky American and slightly inexperienced (in a cat-like manner) yet fiercely loyal Italian. Did Francesca do wrong? Definitely. Did she make up for it? Not really. Was Charlotte more than willing to forgive in the end? Oh you betcha. It was just wholesome lightheartedness all around this week, and no matter the lack of story material, it was still fun to watch it play out.
Not to be outdone though, Yoshika also found some time to shine, albeit more in the comedic sense. I must admit having our eastern witch pair legitimately ride brooms for practice tickled my funny bone something fierce, especially the inevitable result of throwing enough at the wall to see what sticks. Er, what patches the leaking magic hole. Although to be fair, Yoshika’s eccentric training regime must be doing something if she can at least stay in air rather than immediately fall down—even if I suspect a full stomach probably has more to do with it at the moment. In any case I don’t anticipate this latest magical roadblock to last for much longer given what was shown this week, and after another episode or two of further witch shenanigans it’s likely right back to watching bare-bottomed girls shoot copious amounts of bullets straight down alien throats.
Well, at least if playing around with Queen Wilhelmina and Dutch tulip gardens next time counts as shenanigans of course.