Yudachi's Dog Admiral's Observation Log

"Life or death, it's your choice."

A deep, turbid, majestic voice sounded from his mind.

——Obey him, be loyal to him, fear him, worship him.Irreversible, irresistible.Soul, body, all belong to him.

—Call the name of the Great King, sister!

Such information dominates consciousness.

There is a vague sense of incongruity.

——What do you seem to have forgotten?

but.

"Cleaning first."

A voice as cold as the cold wind came out of his mouth.

The red destroyer didn't pay attention to the silver-haired ship girl who was still some distance away, but rushed towards Xuefeng without slowing down.

"Damn."

The silver-haired ship lady frowned, and then threw away the ship suit on her body.Gallop forward at an even more astonishing speed.

Oh it's you.

Seeing the rapidly approaching white figure, Xuefeng sighed.

Looks like it won't work this time.

She retracted her fist.

In the next second, the white figure and the red figure overlapped.

Верный still caught up with Yudachi.

The blue eyes of the silver-haired young girl burst out with brilliance.

Верный seemingly lightly struck Xili's neck with a knife, and then the terrifying and twisted aura disappeared from Xili's body.

She passed out.

Верный took over Yuli who had returned to its original color, and barely stopped in front of Xuefeng.

"It turns out that the title ship the admiral mentioned was you."

Xuefeng said.

"Do you still remember, a year ago, the attack and reconnaissance operation in the southern waters, the one in the Strait of Malacca?"

The tyrannical breath on Верный's face has disappeared, and she is like a doll with a blank face.

"It is you."

The silver-haired young girl nodded, indicating that she remembered.

"This exercise, you won."

Верный said, then hugged Xili and prepared to go back.

"and many more."

Xuefeng stopped Верный who was about to leave.

"Is that power really something this child can bear?"

"It's the path she chose."

"It's you, you haven't given up yet."

Xuefeng said.

"Resolution is nothing but a slave to memory. It changes at will according to your memory."

Верный said.

"It's just that I haven't forgotten."

"One, I will never forget."

ps: A brief description of the past of a certain title ship.

ps2: It's so difficult to write battles.

ps3: The next update will be poi at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning!

The bgm when writing this chapter is the Lucky Peace of Mind Committee, maybe the writing style feels a bit strange.

I clicked on the contract application, but I don't know if I can pass it.

Volume 41: Chapter 38 [-]. Dreams and awakening poi

dream.

Had a dream.

Gathering, forming, twisting, repeating from time to time, pausing, and connecting dreams.

It is a dream that seems to exist or not, turns and repeats, does not see the way, and does not know the end.

There are times of pain and times of amazement.

There are times of hatred and times of frenzy.

Moments of unconsciousness often signify destruction and destruction.

But when he was sane, it brought endless grief and despair.

When in a dream, the memory is as clear as engraved in the soul.

However, there is always a voice urging him to wake up.

It's just like.

It's like, I'm about to lose something.

Like, that voice comes from

heart.

But when I woke up, I realized that the heart that was crying and laughing had already surpassed myself.

Hope mixed with disappointment.

Even so, there are places that must be reached.

Even so, there are ideals that one wants to protect.

So, never regretted it.

If I had to say something regrettable.

It must be that, when facing that person, he was confused, cowardly and vulnerable, which prevented him from holding those hands tightly.

I never felt that warmth again.

That's really, really regrettable.

——Asaoka tutelary fort offshore, planning ship No. 111, ship girl lounge——

When the consciousness is withdrawn from the dream, the first thing I feel is the intense dull pain of the brain.

"Well……"

Even with this level of pain, he opened his eyes a few times to force his consciousness to separate from the ambiguity between dreams and reality.

The feeling of the body, the fulfillment of self-awareness, the closure of memory and the matter of being alive.

Before realizing these, the brain subconsciously first processed the familiar images in front of it, pieced together, linked, and connected with someone who also seemed important in the chaotic memory.

"Admiral Sangpoi?"

As if a certain switch was turned on, the fog of ambiguous consciousness was dispelled.

The blood circulation, which had been slowed down due to deep sleep, returned to normal in a few seconds, bringing vitality to the body.

At this time, information unrelated to the person in front of him began to pour in.

It was a room I hadn't seen before—an unfamiliar ceiling, an unfamiliar bed that made it awkward to sleep on, and nothing but simple furniture.

Like, a school dormitory waiting for new students to move in?

From the subtle shaking felt by the body, it seems to be on the surface of the sea?

So, this is supposed to be a room on a boat?

Ship, ship girl, admiral.

Such a simple association made me immediately turn my gaze back to that person.

Familiar yet unusually tired faces.

His eyes were vacant and seemed a little exhausted, but at this moment they seemed to widen in shock because of what he had received.

Fair skin lacking rest takes on a distressing yellowish tinge.

The combination formed a sleepless look.

"What's the matter, Admiral-san? You won't stay up all night as a liver onmyoji again, poi? For that skin poi?"

In order to conceal the slight pain in his heart, he subconsciously spoke again.

But the voice that came out of his throat was so dry and fragile.

It's like, acting like a baby to the person in front of you.

Me, what's wrong poi?

The awakened body conveyed labor pains, among which the pain in the neck that penetrated into the bones was the most obvious.

It's like, after being dismantled, it was spliced ​​together again.

"Admiral Sangpoi?"

Having not received a reply for a long time, I couldn't help repeating the word again.

Could it be that this is also in a dream?

If it's in a dream, isn't it, with some words, you can muster up your courage.

This little thought disappeared in an instant.

was hugged tightly.

As if afraid of disappearing, I hugged tightly.

"woke up."

said the man.

"You really woke up."

The man was crying.

"Great."

There was a smile on the face of crying bitterly.

Ah, it doesn't look like a dream.

Really, a useless dog admiral.

"I'm back poi."

Pat the man on the back.

"Welcome back."

——The dividing line where the style of writing recovers after a few minutes——

"This is ship No. 111, right?"

The two who were tired of crooked for a few minutes separated.

The blushing blond secretary Kane tried to change the subject.