Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

145. Sister Li doesn’t understand

“…” Bismarck looked at his sister who overreacted, and suddenly wondered if he had been too harsh on her these days?

Although Bismarck liked such a well-behaved sister very much, after being together for so long, she was already accustomed to Tirpitz's personality and was still a little uncomfortable with it.

"Okay, I didn't say what I wanted to do to you. What's the reason? Tell me now."

Tirpitz looked at his sister leaning against the door frame. She really didn't seem to have any intention of taking action. He then lowered his hands that were protecting his head and handed the phone to Bismarck: "Look, sister."

"A fitness challenge? From the Admiral?" Bismarck looked at the images and text on the screen, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Becoming a muscular man... well, as long as I can stick with the exercise, that's already a remarkable transformation for an Admiral."

"That's what I mean." Tirpitz accepted the phone his sister handed back and agreed, "Since the Admiral is so lazy, it must be difficult for him to wake up early every day, right?"

"How dare you say that?" Bismarck tapped his sister's forehead lightly with his hand knife and said unhappily, "No matter how lazy the admiral is, he's still better than a stay-at-home girl like you, right? Calculate for yourself, how many times a month can you get up early?"

Tirpitz touched her forehead and smiled awkwardly, something she couldn't do even once.

"By the way, it seems that my sister also has a membership card at George Evlov's gym?" Tirpitz suddenly asked.

"Yes, there is one." Bismarck nodded. She also exercises, but because she is busy with housework and taking care of her otaku sister, she does not exercise every day. However, she maintains a frequency of three to four exercises a week.

Seeing that Bismarck didn't understand what he meant, Tirpitz had no choice but to clear his throat and said, "The Admiral's challenge... Although I'm not optimistic about him, even if he's just a flash in the pan, he'll still persevere in the first few days, right?"

"I've heard about George Evlov's gym. Both memberships and private lessons are very expensive. Sister has been training for many years and knows everything about training and diet. Why don't you become the Admiral's trainer?"

Bismarck looked at his sister and suddenly frowned.

Tirpitz's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly said, "Sis doesn't have anything important to do anyway, and this will also help the Admiral save some money on private tutoring fees. Isn't that killing two birds with one stone? If the Admiral knew about this, he would probably be very happy, right?"

"That's fine." Bismarck hesitated for a moment, then his brows gradually relaxed. "I'll talk to the Admiral after dinner, but..."

Tirpitz, who had ulterior motives, had just breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was in his throat again.

"You should also go train with the admiral." Bismarck's tone was not very firm, but the momentum revealed between her brows showed that she would not tolerate any disobedience. The two sisters had been together for so long, so of course she could see what Tirpitz was up to.

If she goes to exercise with the admiral, there will be no one at home to watch over her, right?

"I understand, sister. I will go and exercise." Tirpitz said weakly.

"Well, in that case, you should go to bed early starting tonight and go jogging with me tomorrow morning." Bismarck said lightly as he looked at his sister whose face had turned pale.

"I understand, sister." Tirpitz was about to cry. Suddenly asking a stay-at-home girl to get up early and even go for a run was more painful than killing her.

On the other side, Richelieu, a girl with long golden hair, had just finished dinner and was taking a walk on the path by the sea.

It was getting dark and the wind was quite strong at the beach. Richelieu straightened his long hair that was messed up by the sea breeze and squinted his eyes to look in the direction he came from. The street lights were slowly lighting up.

The girl suddenly sighed softly. She walked to a bench not far away, picked up a fallen leaf, and then sat down.

"Is it...time for some exercise?" Richelieu looked at the legs exposed under his skirt, thinking.

In the previous battle with Yamato, the opponent tried to use his body to provoke Richelieu's anger and make her lose her composure. However, for some reason, Richelieu did not fall into the trap. Instead, Yamato inexplicably got angry and was ultimately defeated by her own lack of composure.

Not only Yamato, but everyone who was watching at the time thought that Richelieu was not dissatisfied with his figure.

However, only the girl herself knows that, like ordinary girls, she has serious anxiety about her figure.

In Richelieu's impression, his figure was still very slim before the transformation, but after the transformation, other parts of his body were fine, only the fat on his hips and thighs seemed to have increased.

Although it did not affect the overall appearance, but instead made him look more seductive and sexy, Richelieu still felt a little uneasy, always feeling that he had gained weight.

Just as Richelieu was staring at her toes in a daze, a gust of wind suddenly blew over, bringing up dust and fallen leaves, which made Richelieu close her eyes unconsciously. Faintly, she seemed to hear someone calling her name.

Auditory hallucinations?

When the sea breeze passed, Richelieu opened her eyes and looked around. In the distance, she saw a girl running towards her.

"Duquesne?" Richelieu looked at the breathless girl running up to him and asked in confusion, "Why are you here? What do you want from me?"

Duquesne was breathing deeply. The girl had long, slightly curly brown hair, and wore a cat-ear headband and a black collar around her neck. Her mermaid line was clearly visible under her waist-baring sports vest, and she wore red stockings under her shorts. As she breathed, waves of sweet bubble gum scent slowly drifted in the air.

"Sister Li, Sister Li..." Duquena finally caught her breath, supported her knees, and slowly straightened up, complaining, "Haven't you seen the tutelary fort's large group yet?"

Richelieu tilted his head and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"You'll know when you see it!"

Duquesne took out his cell phone and put it in Richelieu's hand.

"A three-month challenge to become a muscular man?" Richelieu was stunned for a moment, then a smile gradually appeared on his face. "Really? The Admiral is messing around again. But it doesn't matter. Exercise isn't a bad thing. Although I don't think he can stick with it..."

"Come on! Is this the point?" Duquesne angrily took the phone back from Richelieu's hand. She looked around and said in a low voice, "Don't you see this is a great opportunity? A chance to be alone with the Admiral!"

"With a lazy personality like the Admiral, he definitely wouldn't be able to persevere alone. If Sister Li were to accompany him, the two of them could train together, maybe..."

146. The Iron Straight Lady Omi

After finishing a day of practice, Omi soaked in the hot water, feeling his sore muscles as if being gently massaged by small hands, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

As the ultimate straight girl who is even more "straight" than Xue Cheng, Omi's life is not as colorful as those of other ship girls. In her spare time, she practices swordsmanship, exchanges ideas with her companions in the department, and occasionally goes fishing at the beach. When she catches something, she lights a bonfire and starts barbecuing, and by the way, she teases the girls passing by.

In a sense, Omi is like a swordsman living in seclusion from the world.

The naval base does not prohibit ship girls from going out. As long as communication is kept open, anyone can enter and exit freely, except for children who need to be accompanied by adults. Sometimes Omi will receive invitations from her classmates to go to other cities to play together, but she has never accepted them.

It wasn't because of arrogance or laziness, but simply because she had no interest. After a long time, no one invited her anymore.

Occasionally, Omi would have thoughts like, "Should I change my lifestyle?" However, after thinking about it for a while and realizing that it would disrupt her daily schedule, she immediately put it out of her mind.

"Tsk, shopping? Going to an amusement park? Checking in at the food court?" Omi curled his lips and muttered to himself, "Boring! I'd rather practice my swordsmanship with that time. Maybe the next time a deep-sea battleship attacks, I won't need artillery fire; I can just use my swordsmanship to destroy it."

Raising his right hand, Omi stared at his soft and white palm, which had not become rough due to sword practice. He slowly clenched it into a fist, and a confident smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After walking out of the bathroom, Omi casually wrapped a bath towel around himself, returned to the room, took out his beloved sword, Onimaru, and began his routine maintenance.

In fact, as a ship equipment of Omi, Onimaru does not require any maintenance at all. It will not rust, nor will the sword edge become dull due to use. Even if it is damaged in battle, it can be restored to its original state with just a little bit of resources.

However, Omi still prefers to use the traditional method for maintenance. Battleship No. 13 once asked her why, and she replied: "During the maintenance process, I can feel that Onimaru's aura is more harmonious with me, and it is easier to use."

"Idiot!" After hearing this, Battleship No. 13 immediately gave Omi a slap on the face.

Battleship No. 13 had indeed heard that ancient warriors regarded weapons as more important than their lives. They would spend a lot of time wiping and talking to them every day, and some even held them in their arms when they slept. As a result, some weapons became spiritual over the years. However, that was just a legend.

Because Onimaru is Omi's ship, she has the ability to communicate with her mind and use it as if it were her own arm. Just like Xue Cheng felt particularly comfortable with the Crescent Moon.

So what Omi said was just a case of his middle school days.

Although he was scolded by the No. 13 battleship, Omi still did not give up and insisted on doing maintenance for Onimaru every day.

Placing the blood-red sword on the table, Omi knelt on the tatami, carefully applied maintenance oil to a soft white cloth, and began to wipe it.

For some reason, when Omi was usually doing maintenance for Onimaru, he could always easily empty his mind and focus on the katana in his hand. However, today he could not concentrate and his mind was full of distracting thoughts.

"What's wrong? It's been like this lately. I always feel like I've forgotten something very important?" Omi murmured to herself. She finished her maintenance, sheathed her weapon, and reached out to the side with some annoyance.

I felt empty.

Omi was stunned. She stared blankly at her side and thought for a while before she suddenly realized: "Yes, Mikazuki... Mikazuki was given to the admiral by me."

Although she had no plans to switch to a dual-wielding profession, the memory in her mind when she was just born as a ship girl told her that the sword named Crescent Moon belonged to her sister and must be well protected, so Omi would also take good care of it on a daily basis.

So, could it be that the reason why he has been feeling uneasy recently is because he lost Mikazuki and is worried that his sister will come to the naval base and blame him in the future, so he feels uneasy?

Or maybe it's just because he hasn't gotten used to the days of being without Mikazuki?

Omi tilted her head and thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out. It wasn't until she moved her hand accidentally and the light reflected from the diamond ring on her ring finger caught her eyes that Omi finally understood.

"Admiral..." Omi raised his eyebrows, thinking.

Omi had clearly expressed her feelings before receiving the Ring of Promise, but after exchanging tokens with the admiral, everything returned to the way it was before, as if becoming a marriage ship was no different from before.

Isn't that right? This shouldn't be the case, right? A marriage ship is clearly different from an ordinary ship girl, so why hasn't my life changed at all?

Omi frowned in thought.

After an unknown amount of time, the paper door behind her was gently opened, and light footsteps slowly approached. Omi raised her head and looked at Battleship No. 13, who was wearing a nightgown and sitting opposite her.

"Youming, what do you think...what should the relationship between husband and wife be like?"

"Eh?" Battleship No. 13 was startled and asked curiously, "What are you talking about?"

"I mean..." Omi moved his body to the table and wanted to put his chin on one hand, but he stopped after smelling the scent of hand care oil.

"Look, I've become the Admiral's wedding ship, right?"

Battleship No. 13 looked at the diamond ring on Omi's finger and said unhappily, "If you want to show off in front of me, forget it. I also have a ring of promise."

"That's not the case." Omi shook his head. "I was just wondering, since it's become the admiral's wedding ship, why is life still the same as before? Human marital relationships don't seem to be like this, right?"

"Of course not." Battleship No. 13 curled its lips. "But among us at the tutelary fort, you're not the only one who lives the same life as before after getting the ring."

"Then what should a normal relationship between husband and wife be like?" Omi asked curiously.

"Well..." Battleship No. 13 was about to answer when his face suddenly turned red, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

She met Omi's ignorant and curious gaze, turned her face aside, and whispered, "It's not like we are now, sometimes we don't see each other once a day, right?"

"So, does that mean couples should see each other more often?"

Omi frowned and said to himself, "Well, let's not do that. If we see each other every day, it's bound to disturb each other's lives, right? For example, I want to get up early to practice swordsmanship, but the admiral wants me to accompany him to the cafeteria for breakfast."

“…” Battleship No. 13 remained silent.

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One Hundred and Forty-Seven: Caring Sister-in-Law

Forget it, there's nothing to be angry about with this straight-laced woman? Battleship No. 13 sighed. When she was forcing marriage, she said she liked the admiral, but she didn't even understand what love meant, right?

I'm afraid that for Omi, the ring only represents the admiral's recognition. As for the deeper meaning...

Battleship No. 13 covered his burning cheeks and tried hard to get his thoughts back on track.

"Oh, I need to talk to you about something." Battleship No. 13 touched Omi's arm. "You haven't checked the group message yet, have you? I have nothing to do right now, so why not take a look?"

Omi wiped her hands with a clean white cloth, picked up the phone that never seemed to ring, opened the tutelary fort group chat that she had long since blocked, and scrolled through it for a while.

"The Admiral wants to work out?" Omi raised an eyebrow in surprise, then shook his head repeatedly and said, "Well, that's impossible. Even if I can stick with it for a few days at first, I'll soon forget everything I said before."

"Is this the key point for you?" Battleship No. 13 said weakly, "Don't you think this is a good opportunity?"