Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

"Oh, by the way, judging by your height, I guess you should be destroyers, right?"

The taxi driver patted the steering wheel, as if he remembered something.

"I heard from my second cousin's son's classmate's brother's good brother that elementary school students' shipgirls are all destroyers. He is an admiral, so it should be correct. You are all destroyers, right?"

"Crack!"

However, as soon as the taxi driver finished speaking, he seemed to hear a strange crisp sound.

It sounded like some wood being broken.

After looking around, he didn't find any wooden structure on his car.

NO19 I became you

"So destroyer girls really look like this. This is the first time I've seen one!"

The uncle continued speaking without feeling anything strange.

"It's really not easy for you. You look so young, but you risk your life to fight against the deep sea at sea, for the safety of ordinary people like us..."

But as he spoke, the uncle's voice became smaller and smaller.

Because he saw several elementary school students supporting each other, all with expressions of fear on their faces.

The gray-haired girl in front of him who was transferring money with her mobile phone with her head down stopped moving, and it seemed as if there was a huge dark shadow behind her.

The uncle shook his head, but there was no strange dark shadow.

It seems that it was all an illusion just now.

In other words, what kind of monsters and demons could there be in broad daylight?

But why does it feel like the air pressure has dropped?

"Well, I'm an adult."

The gray-haired girl said.

"Well... I'm just very young, so it's really hard."

The uncle changed his words tactfully.

But why are those elementary school students who were originally supporting each other in the distance now standing straight, as if there are no problems at all?

"And...I'm not a destroyer!"

The gray-haired girl's mouth twitched, and her hands tightly grasped the middle of her crutch.

"Uh...what?"

The uncle looked at the gray-haired girl in front of him in confusion.

Veins bulged from those hands.

You have to know that the white and tender back of a girl's hand generally won't have prominent blue veins.

This...he didn't offend anyone.

"Oh, ladies, I'm sorry, I'm shortsighted."

The driver suddenly remembered the daughter of his neighbor’s brother’s classmate, who was about the same age as the girls in front of him.

That person doesn't like others looking down on her.

She calls herself a lady.

It seems that children don’t like others to say that they are small.

The uncle quickly apologized in a tone of coaxing a child.

He doesn't mind apologizing to a child.

So cute after all.

"By the way, I also brought four ship girls here yesterday. Three of them were blondes, so pretty, but one of them looked silly. I was worried that she would get lost. But there was another one with a very smart look in her eyes, so she must be a naughty one..."

The uncle seemed to notice that the atmosphere was not right, so he started to ramble on, trying to change the subject.

"Hey! But it seems that yesterday, besides the three blonde sister ship girls, there was another one who looked a bit like you...really a bit like you! But she had white hair, you had gray hair, and she..."

The uncle touched his chin, as if the memories of yesterday and today suddenly overlapped in his mind.

But he couldn't say the second half of the sentence. He just glanced at the car lights of the girl in front of him and tapped the back of his head awkwardly.

He felt that if he exited his clinic, he would be taken to the gendarmerie.

"I didn't look closely yesterday, and I didn't have time to talk to them. Now that I've mentioned it and compared them, I realize that you two really look alike."

The uncle once again made a solemn statement.

"Ok, I know……"

The gray-haired girl didn't look up, but just responded muffledly.

She knew which one the driver was talking about.

It is said that the admiral has returned with a different gender, and is still bearing the name of her eponymous ship.

She wanted to see what tricks this 'nasty unfaithful man' would play this time.

As soon as Veneto mentioned his superior, the anger in his heart dissipated by half.

"But I am not a destroyer."

Even though the gray-haired girl had dissipated half of her energy, the other half was still left.

For her, even if she still had half of her energy left, it would be enough to destroy the world.

"what?"

The uncle was stunned by the girl's words.

He didn't understand what the gray-haired girl in front of him meant.

"I said, I'm not a destroyer. I'm so sorry."

"Ah? Then what are you..."

"It doesn't matter what type of ship I'm on. But if you continue to stay in a military stronghold, you might be treated as a spy and shot..."

The gray-haired girl interrupted the taxi driver's questioning.

"Ah?! Why didn't anyone tell me before..."

"Now I tell you."

"Uh……"

"Now that I have informed you, please leave."

The gray-haired girl stared at the driver.

"Okay, I'll leave now."

Feeling that things were starting to get out of control, the driver quickly pulled his head back into the car.

With a step on the accelerator, the rear wheels of the taxi started to spin, creating a puff of green smoke as they rubbed against the ground.

"squeak……"

The taxi drove away with the harsh sound of tires rubbing against each other.

"Alas!!!"

Several destroyers hugged each other, and even the black-haired girl on the ground who woke up after sensing something was wrong hugged her sisters.

The reason was simple, the gray-haired girl had turned around.

Having lost her outlet, she was now staring at the destroyers huddled together.

"Aviel."

In the ears of several destroyers, the sound sounded like it came from the abyss of hell, causing the red-haired destroyer to tremble.

"Sister... Miss Vivi Veneto, I'm here!"

The late-blooming girl who seemed to have the best development was collectively pushed out by the destroyers and faced the pressure from Veneto.

The poor little guy was apparently being pulled out by other destroyers to divert fire.

Who told her that she doesn't look like an elementary school student at all?

"I... am a battleship, right? O(?ω?)<"

Aviel's expression made Veneto feel that he seemed too serious.

She tried to lighten the mood to get a real answer.

You can't be accused of being forced to confess.

"Yes! Of course! Big Sister is the strongest battleship!"

Aviel nodded quickly.

"Ha, you guys are the best after all."

Veneto breathed a sigh of relief.

"V…Veneto?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the direction of the garrison entrance.

"Ok?"

Gray-haired Veneto turned around and saw a white-haired destroyer standing at the entrance of the garrison.

"Are you a new expulsion?"

Gray-haired Veneto said it subconsciously, but she reacted the next second.

The one who looks like her is the so-called resurrected admiral.

"I'm not a destroyer!"

The white-haired Veneto also retorted subconsciously.

"…I finally understand your pain."

Then, white-haired Veneto and gray-haired Veneto hugged each other.

"Oh, sorry, Admiral, I said the wrong thing."

Gray-haired Veneto felt a little embarrassed. He was just angry because someone had identified the wrong type of ship, and now he made the same mistake.

He slapped himself in the face with a loud bang.

Fortunately, for a lady of the I series, this kind of thing can be easily covered up.

This is a ladylike act, not something shameless.

"I didn't expect you to come back, sir. I thought I would never see you again."

After apologizing, the gray-haired Vittorio still tightened his arms, trying to maintain the hug a little longer.

At this moment, I no longer care about being a lady.

What's wrong with a ship girl wanting to be her own admiral? No!

"I didn't expect that I would come back, but maybe it's because of love that I became you."

The white-haired Veneto thought for a moment and uttered these words.

I don't know which great man I heard say this before, but to pursue a lady like Gray-haired Veneto, you have to be thick-skinned.

Although white-haired Veneto no longer needs to pursue gray-haired Veneto, maintaining a relationship is like maintaining a car.

"I...I don't love you."

Perhaps the white-haired Veneto's words were too blunt, which made the gray-haired Veneto embarrassed.

NO.20 Full of happy air

"What are you doing at the gate of the tutelary fort?"