Shut up! I'm not a destroyer!

From drawing blueprints to construction, it takes not just a few days or weeks, but at least several years.

Some warships may even take decades to complete.

Therefore, the identification method that cannot be used on guns and tanks is very effective on ships.

However, for some unknown reason, this white-haired loli couldn't even do such a simple task as releasing the ship suit.

"Just focus your mental energy, make yourself feel like you want to release something, and release the most instinctive and heaviest thing in your body."

The enterprise squinted at the waves like a charlatan, the sound was melodious and ethereal.

The white-haired ship girl only felt that this Enterprise was a bit like the yoga teacher she had watched when she was still an admiral.

What a relaxing way to be in nature.

"Because the ship suits are one with you, they are an extension of your limbs, so as long as you relax your body and find the right method, you can easily summon them."

Enterprise held out her hand, and a small plane appeared in her hand.

Then her casual clothes were replaced inch by inch by the uniform.

The uniform consists of a blue skirt, a white shirt, and a dark brown waistcoat.

Black stockings appeared from nowhere and were put on Enterprise's white legs.

Then a long and narrow flight deck appeared on Enterprise's lower back and connected to a mechanism that appeared around her waist.

"?"

The white-haired ship girl stared blankly at Enterprise as it unfolded its ship equipment.

"Just do it, why are you standing there?"

Enterprise looked at the white-haired loli strangely.

"Do it. How?"

I totally don't understand. What should I do?

The white-haired cutie just watched Enterprise release its ship equipment, which was the same as when he was an admiral and watched his own ship girl release her ship equipment.

Every time she sees it, her mother is shocked and gets goose bumps.

So men’s romance is guns and girls.

I saw it, but I have no idea how to release her.

I saw it but didn't understand it.

"..."

Now the companies are in a bit of a dilemma.

Before a ship girl emerges from her chestnut-like construction machine, she will always have some basic knowledge instilled into her head.

This includes knowing what kind of ship girl you are, how to release your ship equipment, and some major events that happened when you were a real ship.

So in theory, after a ship girl is built, she needs to learn more about how to fight and how to better control her ship equipment.

No ship girl has ever started by learning how to deploy her own ship equipment.

This is just like asking a person to learn how to breastfeed from the moment he is born. How is that possible?

"Come on, open the box, relax your mind and use your imagination."

Enterprises also feel that they are becoming more and more like qigong health instructors, and are moving towards deceiving people.

Of course, the boss of the author’s previous company was always “open your box”.

Americans lack the ability to speak English, and cannot express clearly what they are thinking.

However, there is really no way, and the company cannot find any verbal explanation.

Some things can only be understood but not expressed in words.

This fully inherits the language characteristics of the USA.

"Phenomenon?"

The white-haired ship girl looked at the ship equipment behind Enterprise.

Ship equipment usually appears behind you, right? Or in your hands?

You have to launch artillery shells, planes and fish, right? How can you deploy weapons without a turret, deck or fish rack?

As she was thinking this, after a wave of ripples, three exaggeratedly large turrets appeared behind the white-haired ship girl.

Well, it's an exaggeratedly large turret for her size.

"Huh? No torpedoes?"

The company tilted its head, seemingly not understanding the current situation.

Wow, why don't you understand what's going on? The white-haired ship girl was speechless.

He was the one who was supposed to guide the younger ones as a senior, but now he looked confused.

This completely unreliable feeling made the white-haired ship girl feel unsure.

"Looking at the size and caliber of your guns, you should be a battleship, but your size is clearly that of a destroyer, so what kind of ship are you?"

Enterprise pinched his chin and thought for a while, then decided to give up thinking.

"What caliber is this gun of yours?"

Enterprise came behind the white-haired ship girl and groped up and down the gun barrel with one hand.

"I don't know what caliber this is, but could you please not touch the barrel like that? It's embarrassing."

The white-haired ship girl covered her face.

Once upon a time, she was the kind of admiral who could flirt with her own ship girls, but now she has fallen to the point where she is being flirted with by her own ship girls.

"This is a 381mm main gun, the Italian Cannone da 381/50 Ansaldo Model, with a muzzle velocity of 850mps."

A big bear woman with short blond hair and blue glasses walked in slowly and pointed out the caliber of the main gun behind the white-haired ship girl.

"Ah, sister!"

When Enterprise heard the familiar voice, he quickly looked back.

"My sister is sorry to trouble you. I am Yorktown, the ship girl of the Yorktown-class aircraft carrier, hull number CV-5, and I am her elder sister."

Yorktown nodded to the white-haired ship girl.

"Sister, do you know where she came from?"

Enterprise asked Yorktown curiously.

"Didn't you see the sticky note I put on the fridge? Enterprise?"

The white-haired ship girl felt that a blue vein seemed to protrude from Yorktown's forehead.

"Ah, did my sister put up a sticky note? I was curious about her identity, so I quickly pulled her over after dinner, wanting her to release her ship suit for me to see."

The enterprise had a bright smile on its face, completely unaware that there was anything wrong with it.

"Well, this kid is the Veneto-class battleship Vittorio Veneto, the lead ship of the Veneto-class battleships and the first of Italy's new cutting-edge battleships."

Yorktown originally wrote this on a note on the refrigerator door.

The day before, she, Enterprise and Bumblebee returned home after completing a mission and brought back an unconscious ship girl.

So while Enterprise and Bumblebee were sleeping, Yorktown, as the eldest sister, took over the responsibility of investigating.

Fortunately, she fulfilled her mission and actually found out the species and name of the unconscious ship girl.

When it was time to go to the Admiral's Mansion to hand in a task the next day, Enterprise was still sleeping soundly without a care in the world.

York City, which didn't need to mobilize all its troops, posted Vittorio's origins on the refrigerator with a sticky note.

NO.3 is a battleship

As a result, after getting up, Qie didn't even look at the new sticky note on the refrigerator door, but just pulled Vittorio into the sea.

If this news gets out, it will add another heavy stain on the company's Ms. Ma.

Fortunately, nothing went wrong this time. You know, Enterprise is an expert at getting lost and has a complete lack of direction.

But I was lucky enough that even though I had no idea where I was and had to rely on my feet for everything, I could still walk home.

In York City's words, Enterprise's lack of direction is because she doesn't need to know the way, because she can go home as long as she wants.

"So, I'm Vittorio Veneto?"

Veneto pointed at himself, incredulous.

After all, it is still a battleship and a battleship.

She was feeling a little disappointed when she heard that she seemed to have become a destroyer, but she felt better after hearing this.

Of course the reason for the disappointment is that since she has become a ship girl, what's the point of turning into a cricket destroyer instead of a big ship with big guns.

There is no point, they are not battleships.

Now that he knew that he was a high-end and powerful battleship, Veneto felt a lot more relieved.

So why is this happening?

Why do I get such a big difference in treatment whether I am a destroyer or a battleship!

I'm the admiral! Admiral!

Veneto was howling madly in his heart, but he dared not say anything.

"Yes, you are the Vittorio Veneto, an Italian battleship."

York City once again confirmed that Veneto is Veneto.

"Ok."

In fact, when Veneto was still an admiral, he had learned about the situation of the Veneto ship girl.

This is a completely unique battleship girl. She has a petite body and a baby face throughout her life.

The main gun of the turret behind can achieve the penetration of a 15-inch main gun with a 16-inch main gun, which is simply black technology.

When Yorktown mentioned the 381mm main gun, Veneto realized who he was.

She also suddenly understood why she felt so upset when the company said she was being expelled.

Isn't this nonsense? If you are in the war and others say you are expelled, you will definitely be unhappy.

"I hope you two big sisters can help me keep this a secret."

Vittorio said as he put away his ship uniform.

She suddenly remembered that if her affairs got out, she would be in trouble.

"Huh? Why?"

Enterprise doesn't understand, does the information about the ship girls need to be kept confidential?

You have to know that in order to appease the people, the information of her company was almost known to everyone.

"Well, I don't remember some things, so maybe I actually have an admiral..."

Veneto tangled his fingers together.

This is really going against one's conscience.

Although she used to be an admiral, that was in the past.

Now she herself knows very well that she is just a newborn ship girl and has no chance of becoming an admiral.

And she wasn't going to have an admiral.

What a joke, asking her to serve a man?

KanColle are not human beings, so who knows if their hormones influence their gender thinking.

If she traveled through time and space and became a human girl, perhaps her hormones would change her male thinking and she would end up getting married.

Now that she's a ship girl, this is absolutely impossible.

This is not just setting a flag, it is absolutely impossible... Bah!