Crossing the azure as a black dragon

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Xi Li answered loudly.

"Then let's rest."

Black Flying Dragon bent down, turned on the heater, and stuck his legs inside.

"Me too!"

Yuudachi immediately moved closer and sat next to the black dragon at the kotatsu table.

Black Flying Dragon had gotten used to Yuudachi's actions. He picked up the control tablet next to him, switched the main screen from satellite positioning to normal TV mode, and soon a program started playing.

"It's not as magical as I imagined."

After watching TV for a while, Black Flying Dragon felt that this radiant table was no different from an ordinary radiant table, because his legs were a little uncomfortable when he sat upright.

I glanced at Yuudachi next to me; she had already curled up and fallen asleep sometime earlier.

After thinking for a moment, Black Dragon also lay down and experienced it.

"Oh no, I'm going to be sucked in."

Chapter Seventy-Eight: A Small Gathering

Repelling the full-scale Siren attack is nothing out of the ordinary for a port with a commander, but for the newly established Sakura Empire Port, it is a major event that cannot be ignored.

At Nagato's command, the entire port area became lively, even more so than during the previous preparations for battle.

In the evening, more than two hundred ship girls came to the shrine to participate in the victory celebration. The room that Black Dragon originally thought was useless was almost full of people. The entire shrine was brightly lit and very lively.

In the council chamber of the main hall, just like at the last welcome party, more than a dozen small tables were neatly arranged, with dishes and drinks on them.

"This is really noisy."

Black Flying Dragon glanced at the noisy crowd in the other rooms, gently swirling his sake cup and watching the ripples appear in the sake.

"Ok?"

Yuudachi was at the same table as Kurohira, cleaning up the dishes on the table like a hamster. Hearing Kurohira's words, she looked up in confusion.

"nothing."

Black Flying Dragon smiled and downed the sake in his cup in one gulp.

Looking around, nearly half of the people in the hall were gone. Apart from Black Flying Dragon and his companion, there were six people left: Azuma, who was sitting upright, and Kitakaze, who was drinking milk; Mikasa, who was drinking with Nagato; and Jiangfeng and Fengxiang, who were like caregivers.

"I'll move around a little, you wait for me here."

After a moment's thought, Black Flying Dragon put down his wine glass and said to Yuudachi.

"Uh-huh."

Yuudachi obediently responded.

Black Dragon reached out and patted Yuudachi's head before standing up.

"Is everything alright?"

Seeing the black dragon get up, my wife asked him a thoughtful question.

"Just walking around."

Black Flying Dragon glanced sideways; she knew what my wife was asking.

My wife heard this and didn't ask any more questions.

Black Dragon withdrew her gaze, stepped out of the hall, and walked along the corridor through the other rooms. They were all very lively, with familiar ship girls mingling together, chatting and playing around, looking like students on a trip.

Not everyone in the port area knows Black Dragon, but most people do. When she passes by the door of a room, many people inside will subconsciously quiet down, and the room will become lively again after she leaves.

Soon, the black dragon arrived at the eaves outside the main hall.

The snow has stopped, and the soft moonlight falls on the snow-covered courtyard, exuding a unique beauty.

The temperature was very low at night, and the breath we exhaled turned into white mist.

"Ok?"

After walking a few steps along the corridor, Black Dragon's ears twitched. She seemed to hear the sound of a flute, very faint, coming from the backyard.

Is that Shoukaku?

Black Dragon was a little curious, so she followed the corridor to the backyard. On the way, she saw Izumo, who was drinking with someone in a room in the side hall. His hearty manner reminded Black Dragon of how Mikasa had gotten her drunk before.

Shaking his head, Black Dragon continued walking towards the backyard, and soon arrived at an empty courtyard.

The shrine has many courtyards. This is the courtyard behind the main hall. In the center is a pond surrounded by two artificial hills, and a thin layer of ice has formed on the water.

Following the sound of the flute, Black Flying Dragon saw Shokaku sitting in a Japanese-style room.

Good evening.

Black Flying Dragon walked to the door and greeted the people inside.

"Black Flying Dragon?"

A surprised sound came from the room. Hei Feilong looked over and saw that it was Long Feng, who was sitting in the Japanese-style room. He hadn't seen it before because the door had blocked his view.

"Long time no see! I was wondering why I hadn't seen you around. Turns out you've been having a private meal here."

Black Flying Dragon beckoned and entered the Japanese-style room. Unlike the main hall, there was a large table here. In addition to Ryuho and Shoukaku, Zuikaku and Ibuki were also there. There was also a cute little creature with dragon horns on its head, sitting next to Ryuho and eating.

"I'm going to get drunk by the seniors inside again. The feeling of being drunk all night is too unpleasant."

Ibuki responded to the black dragon with a hint of helplessness. In front of her was a cup of hot tea, still steaming.

"Senior, you're the one who's loitering around outside at this hour?"

Shōkaku put down his flute and asked in return.

"Feeling a bit bored, I came out for a walk."

Black Dragon found a seat and sat down.

"You're handling this with ease. How's the transport ship situation going?"

Zuikaku rested his chin on one hand, looking at the black dragon.

"There was a minor problem, but it prevented the worst-case scenario from happening."

Black Dragon shrugged. There was only one person left on the ship; it wasn't a total wipeout.

"Really? What a pity."

Zuikaku was somewhat disappointed.

"Let's not talk about these troublesome things now. Would you like a drink?"

Black Flying Dragon smiled and addressed the people present.

"A little bit is fine."

Ibuki hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Please." Longfeng took a plate from the table and handed it to Heifeilong, then helped pour some wine.

"Thank you." Black Flying Dragon took the plate.

"Hmph, I wasn't in good form last time, but I'll definitely win this time. Shall we go, Shoukaku-nee?"

Not to be outdone, Zuikaku poured himself a drink and then looked at Shoukaku.

"Let me play a piece for you."

Shoukaku glanced at the black dragon and decided not to get involved.

"Okay, come on, cheers."

Ruihe didn't insist, and picked up his plate to clink glasses with Heifeilong and the others.

At the opportune moment, Shoukaku also played his flute, and the melodious flute music echoed in the Japanese-style room.

Accompanied by the sound of the flute, Black Flying Dragon drank the wine in one gulp.

Ibuki took a sip and put down the plate, saying with some regret, "It's a pity Izumo isn't here."

"What's a pity?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a hand reached out from outside the door and grabbed it. Izumo, with her hair tied in a single ponytail, walked out from behind the door.

"what?"

Ibuki was somewhat surprised.

"Haha, I knew something interesting was going to happen when I saw Black Dragon walking down the corridor, so I followed him."

Izumo said with a smile.

"I see."

Ibuki also smiled.

"Together?"

Black Dragon was quite surprised; she hadn't even realized she was being followed.

"I've already had a drink, so this time I'll embarrass myself by showing you some talent."

Izumo declined the invitation and turned to walk into the next room.

"Talent?"

Black Flying Dragon looked at Ibuki.