Crossing the azure as a black dragon

"Haha, that must have been really tough."

Izumo walked over with a smile, and the ship girl next to her consciously made way for her.

Although Izumo and her three companions were defeated by Black Flying Dragon earlier, Izumo proved herself to be no weakling in the days that followed. Coupled with her outgoing personality, Izumo is quite popular here.

"Are you alright? Did you go on patrol?"

Black Flying Dragon waited for Izumo to approach, glanced at the distant sea, and said.

"Hmm, I wanted to go out and practice with the Sirens, but I couldn't find any. The number of Sirens has decreased a lot recently, and you can hardly see them near the port anymore."

As they spoke, Izumo kept staring at the black dragon, and even the ship girls passing by understood the implication in her words.

"Don't worry, Amagi said that sirens might attack the port area tomorrow, and then you can kill as many as you want."

Black Flying Dragon smiled and pretended not to see anything.

"Really? It seems they didn't realize last time that attacking here was a misguided decision."

Izumo raised an eyebrow, his words revealing complete confidence.

"Who knows? Sirens are always unpredictable. Okay, I'm going to buy groceries. Want to come over for dinner tonight?"

Black Flying Dragon spread his hands towards Izumo and asked.

"Oh? Then I won't stand on ceremony."

Izumo was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"You're welcome anytime, see you in a bit."

Black Flying Dragon smiled and turned to walk towards the commercial street.

"Hmm, since we're having dinner together, there's bound to be some tea to enhance the flavor."

Watching the black dragon's departing figure, Izumo stroked his chin.

……

Night fell, and the stars filled the sky, with the moon shining brightly on the highest point of the island.

"I don't recall inviting so many people."

Looking at Mikasa Kii and her group sitting at the long table in the courtyard, Black Dragon tossed the pot and casually remarked.

"Since it's a special meal, the more people the better, right?"

Izumo was not far away, holding a kitchen knife and helping Black Flying Dragon chop vegetables. Perhaps it was his obsession with samurai, but Izumo was dressed in a rather androgynous outfit, just like Black Flying Dragon... except that the armor on his chest was too thick, ruining the aesthetics.

As a great swordsman, even his vegetable-cutting technique is quite extraordinary, giving people a pleasing visual experience.

"Tsk."

Black Flying Dragon was somewhat suspicious that Izumo might have misunderstood the meaning of "special treatment".

"Senior Black Dragon, do you need any help?"

Hearing the conversation between the two, Ibuki, who was sitting on the stool, walked over and asked them something, feeling embarrassed.

"No need... just take this over."

Black Flying Dragon wanted to refuse outright, but coincidentally the stir-fried pork in the pot was already cooked, so he plated it and handed it to Ibuki.

"Ok!"

Ibuki took the plate with both hands, turned around and returned to the long table.

"Give."

Izumo at the right time

Hand over a plate of prepared dishes.

Black Flying Dragon glanced at it, feeling somewhat helpless.

She just wanted to have a normal meal, but who knew she would end up as a chef, not only failing to get any food but also being busy all the time.

"Haha, there aren't many people who would ask me to help them out."

Izumo chuckled twice.

"That would be an honor."

Black Flying Dragon cleaned the pot, added oil and heated it again, then took the dish handed to him by Izumo.

After a flurry of activity, Black Flying Dragon and Izumo arrived at the dining table.

"Black Dragon, your cooking skills are really good. I doubt you could make this taste even in those human hotels outside."

Mikasa was eating when she saw Black Dragon take his seat and quickly praised him.

"Thank you for the compliment. I hope it suits everyone's taste."

Black Flying Dragon glanced at Yuudachi, who was eating braised pork with a satisfied expression, and decided not to dwell on it.

"As expected of you, come and have a drink with me."

Kii raised his wine glass and gestured towards the black dragon.

"Come on, let's do it!"

Izumo poured himself a glass of wine and immediately raised it.

"I..." Just as Black Flying Dragon was about to refuse, Azuma handed him a cup of sake.

"Thank you for your hard work, please enjoy."

My wife spoke softly with a gentle smile.

"...Thanks."

Black Flying Dragon glanced at my wife; the offer was practically delivered to her lips. How could she refuse?

"Alright! We're not leaving until we're drunk tonight!"

Kii exchanged a glance with Izumo, stood up, clinked glasses with Black Flying Dragon, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Here we have to mention the ship girls' physical condition; they drink in big gulps, whereas an ordinary person would probably pass out after just a few drinks.

"Alcohol is good, but don't overindulge!"

Fengxiang sat next to Mikasa, propping his cheek with one hand and looking at the young man on the table with a smile.

"Is the wine good?"

The north wind sniffed and looked up at my wife.

"It's too early for us; milk is enough."

My wife took out the coconut milk from under the table and refilled Beifeng's cup.

"Uh-huh."

Beifeng picked up the cup and gulped down a large mouthful.

Amidst the commotion, the night grew ever darker.

The next morning, the black dragon in the bed suddenly opened its eyes, bent down and lifted its blanket. Yuudachi was fast asleep, hugging her waist. Its little face was red, whether from being too hot or feeling stuffy.

“Last night… hiss.”

Hei Feilong rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. It was already past ten o'clock, and there were several missed calls and messages from Wales. The time was past six in the morning.

"Who was so thoughtful as to mute my phone?"

Black Flying Dragon muttered a complaint, then opened the message and read that they had arrived at a certain location, and provided the specific route across the border and the arrival time.

The route is the area that Black Dragon cleared before, and the estimated time is 3 PM.

"These people all said we shouldn't drink too much."

Black Flying Dragon sighed, replied to a message, set his phone to ringtone, tossed it aside, and tucked it back into bed.

It's still early, she can take another nap.

Delicious.

Chapter 103 Drinking Leads to Mistakes

The idea was good, but reality is often cruel. I had barely gotten into bed a few minutes before there was a knock on the door.

"I heard about what happened last night, but I think it's best not to drink too much during this time."

Canglong stood at the door with his arms crossed, his glasses reflecting a white light, obscuring his expression. It was a cloudy day, and the chilly air combined with Canglong's posture was somewhat frightening.

"Okay, I know I was wrong, please forgive me this time."

Black Flying Dragon knelt on the tatami mat with his head bowed, adopting a very humble posture.

Yesterday, Amagi and the others warned that they might get into trouble today, but they were still encouraged by Izumo and the others to party until midnight. The problem was that they lacked self-control.

"Well, I'm just here to wake you up. You'll have to decide for yourself when to get up."

Canglong nodded slightly, then turned and left.

Watching the person leave, Hei Feilong breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Xi Li, who was huddled in the blankets, too afraid to come out: "The person's gone, it's time to get up. Did you sneak a drink yesterday too?"

"I only drank a little bit."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small head popped out from under the covers. It first looked around at the surroundings before looking at Black Flying Dragon and cautiously answered.

"Ha, I guess it's better to drink less alcohol in the future."

Black Flying Dragon reached out and scratched his head, then sighed helplessly.

"That's right, Sister Long didn't drink much in Donghuang!"

Xi Li agreed beside him.

"It's no use talking about it now, it's time to get up."

Black Flying Dragon glanced at her, got up, closed the door, and began to change his clothes.

Yuudachi also crawled out of the quilt.

After tidying his clothes and hair, Black Flying Dragon walked out of the room and looked around. The open-air kitchen and dining table had been cleaned up and the appearance of the courtyard had not been affected.