Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

The white-haired Veneto let go of the gray-haired Veneto and looked around curiously.

Not far away, a few elementary school students were hugging each other, looking at this place with a dazed look on their faces.

"nothing."

The gray-haired Veneto, who had passed some strange phase, answered quickly.

"Then how should I address you now, sir?"

And she quickly changed the subject.

"Ah, me, I have the same name as you now."

The white-haired Veneto hesitated.

"Why don't you call me Veneto and I'll call you Vittorio, so we can each use one so we can tell them apart."

Veneto smiled widely.

"……it is good!"

Vittorio was stunned for a moment, as if he was dazzled by the smile of the white-haired girl in front of him.

"What's wrong with you?"

When Veneto saw that Vittorio agreed, he turned around and looked at the destroyers that still had no response.

"what?"

"No no! We're fine!"

"Yes, Admiral, let's go in, let's go in!"

Several destroyers waved their hands quickly and loosened their arms.

"?"

Veneto tilted his head, not understanding what was going on.

"Come on, let's go in."

Vittorio took Veneto's hand and walked into the tutelary fort.

"oh oh."

Veneto allowed himself to be dragged by his ship girl into the naval base.

"Huh, finally left~"

Pink-haired Ugolini exhaled and sat down on the ground like a duck.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Alvise, with white hair and blue eyes, saved Ugolini and comforted him.

"What happened? Is the big sister angry?"

Antonio, who had just fainted from motion sickness, was barely standing.

She turned her head left and right to look at the sisters around her.

The black twin ponytails swayed back and forth behind her.

"Yes, someone pissed her off."

The wheat-haired Kamichia said in a low voice.

Antonio looked at Camichia with drooping hair in surprise.

"Of course, now that the admiral has appeared, at least the big sister won't be angry for a short time."

Camichia gasped.

"very scary."

It seems that the red-haired Aviel has not yet come to terms with the situation.

"Let's go in too."

It seems that the oldest one has not yet come out of the situation just now, so one of the ship girls must step up to take charge of the situation.

Alvise let go of Ugolini, stood up and greeted him.

The other lolis also held hands and walked into the garrison.

……oVo……

"boom!"

A shell exploded on the water.

The splashing water soaked a black-clad loli next to her.

The loli in black shuddered.

This is not because the water is cold.

But it was because of the ship girl that fired the shell.

The brown-haired, blue-eyed ship girl seemed to have red flashes in her eyes.

The neatly-dressed black military uniforms were not stained with even a trace of water even during the battle.

There was a hint of smile on the corner of his normally serious mouth.

It was this smile that made the deep-sea loli in black shiver.

"No passage here!"

As she spoke, the ship girl fired another shot with a smile on her face.

Of course, the previous shot that went astray was purely a mistake.

As long as she didn't take it as existing, then no one except her and the surface of the deep sea would know that she had missed the target.

Sure enough, the next second, the shells landed on Deep Sea Loli's ship equipment.

"Ah wu..."

The deep-sea loli returned to the embrace of the sea with a mournful cry.

Some resources were left on the sea.

"Not a bad record."

The blue eyes stared at the wreckage of the ship floating on the sea, and various resources were on the wreckage.

Although this behavior may seem a bit like that of a pirate, she is a legitimate ship girl.

On the other side is the deep sea, the deep sea that forced humans back from the sea surface to the land.

There is no room for compromise.

How does the saying go? If we don’t have guns or cannons, the enemy will make them for us.

If we don't plunder the materials in the deep sea, how can we curb the development of the enemy while strengthening ourselves?

Bismarck felt that he was doing the right thing.

Of course, this is all thanks to the superiors’ teaching.

It’s a pity that the commander is no longer here.

Thinking about it this way, it has been a while since I went out as a mercenary ship girl, and it is time to return to the naval base.

I haven't been here for a few days. I wonder if Tirpitz has maintained a good schedule.

Did you eat on time?

While thinking about this, Bismarck cleaned up the battlefield and then evacuated to the distant coast.

She was hired by an admiral of the local port.

Of course, the other party mainly wants to get a high-level mercenary ship girl like Bismarck without an admiral.

However, in reality, while the admiral of the garrison here was trying hard to salvage the ship, he was simply unable to deal with the invading deep sea.

He had to hire the ship girl he wanted to rescue to solve this deep-sea crisis.

This kind of thing is just embarrassing.

Bismarck saw all of this.

She felt that if she went to hand in the task now, the admiral would not even dare to raise his head.

Sure enough, when she was controlling the main body to dock at the port of the garrison, she only saw the garrison's secretary ship waiting at the port.

"Good afternoon, Miss Bismarck. This is about the reward for this mission. The admiral is feeling a little unwell and has to go back to rest. Sorry."

The secretary ship of this tutelary fort is the young Z31.

This shows that the commander of this garrison is not an old man.

Judging from Bismarck's judgment, he is most likely a freshman who graduated in recent years.

"Okay, now that the commission here has been completed, I'll be leaving."

Bismarck stepped down from his main body, commanded the mechanical arm on his main body to collect all the materials into the cabin, then turned and nodded to Z31.

Then he left gracefully.

The D-series ship girls are never talkative. They only believe in doing things with their hands, not talking with their mouths.

"Okay, Miss Bismarck, take care, and we'll come play again next time!"

Although the Z31 looks small, it has been the secretary ship of this tutelary fort for some time.

Or rather, it should be said that she is the secretary ship here from this naval base.

Even though he has a childish voice and looks young, he has become mature and steady because of the responsibilities on his shoulders.

"Is she...gone?"

After a while, a thieving head popped out from behind the sculpture standing nearby.

"Admiral, don't worry, Sister Bismarck must have discovered you a long time ago."

Z31 despised his own admiral mercilessly.

Don’t you know that all ship girls have radars?

"Uh...but it doesn't matter. If you can't see it, it doesn't exist, right?"

The admiral was a young man, and he smiled awkwardly.

Should I ask for help from a deity? This is too unlucky. He thought, stroking his chin.

He has been encountering embarrassing things these days, some of which can even make him dig out a three-bedroom apartment with his big toes on the soles of his shoes.

"What are you thinking about, you lolita admiral!"

Z31 squinted at her admiral with disdain, the ring of promise gleaming on her ring finger as she lifted her hair.

"I'm not a lolita complex! No! I didn't think anything! Don't slander others' innocence out of thin air!"

The admiral fiercely refuted his secretary ship.

"Oh? I personally participated in your spying on her big sister a few days ago."

Z31 retorted with one sentence.

The admiral's face flushed, veins popped out on his forehead, and he argued, "The admiral's attempt to salvage the ship cannot be considered... peeping. Can the admiral's business be considered peeping?"

Then came the difficult words.

Comments like "Africans rely on salvaging boats" and "I want to build a big country, too" made Z31 even more contemptuous.

There was a cheerful atmosphere inside and outside the port.

No.21 Decision made, retraining

"The first meeting of the new era of the Sasebo tutelary fort will now begin."

It’s still the naval base cafeteria, and it’s still the same ship girl.

Even the ship girl who presided over the meeting was Yorktown.