My ship girl setup is off...

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It's impossible to see anything more clearly now.

"Musashi, let me ask you a question. When you take a bath, if the water flows over your fox ears, does water get out of your ears on both sides of your face?" Masahiro's words woke Musashi, who gave a slightly embarrassed smile before quietly answering:

"Commander, may I choose not to answer this question?"

"It's okay, if you don't want to say, then don't. I respect your decision. How does it feel?" Realizing that he had asked a slightly awkward question, Zheng Ri patted Musashi's head. The smooth black hair felt wonderful to the touch.

"Commander, you're really bold. No one else has ever touched my head like you have." Musashi smiled faintly as she noticed the touch on her head. In Sakura Empire, she had a dignified and majestic image, just like Nagato. However, no one had ever touched her so easily like the Commander.

"You're my ship girls, so it's not a problem for me to pat your heads, is it?" Masahi continued to use the head-patting technique, thinking that the Sakura Empire's ship girls were no different from the Vanguard, except for the faction and their thoughts. However, he did not notice that Musashi's eyes gradually softened.

Sure enough, I would rather take care of the Commander myself than be taken care of by him. Besides, the Commander is so weak and gentle. He is more suitable to be a child than an adult. Musashi's thoughts drifted away as he felt the touch on his head.

"Commander...I want some too," Shinano, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. Although she wasn't really that concerned, she started to feel envious when she saw the commander being affectionate with the other foxes.

"Good, good, good, two big foxes." Masaharu reached out his other hand to stroke Shinano's white hair, one in each hand, while also lamenting the current situation.

The fox rubs itself, and life becomes more fun.

Nothing much happened after that. Avant-garde was terrible at the game, and Plymouth didn't play games much to begin with. The two of them were both bad and terrible at the game, which was worse than being in jail. In the end, they couldn't help but come to Zheng Ri's side to get closer.

After dinner, Masaharu scrolled through his phone for a while to see what was going on that day, replied to some familiar colleagues, and then prepared to take a shower and go to bed. Since Shinano and Musashi had come today, he wasn't really drained. It was a full and satisfying day.

"By the way, Musashi-Shinano, besides the main suite, there are two other rooms. You can sleep together or separately," Masaharu said, pointing to the other two rooms after he had showered and changed into his pajamas. These were just temporary arrangements made by Plymouth; otherwise, where would they find so many rooms for a one-bedroom, one-living-room apartment?

"And what about you, Commander?" As soon as he finished speaking, Musashi understood, because he saw Plymouth walking around inside, and seeing their rings earlier that day, Musashi raised his eyebrows.

"Well, they are my wedding ships," Zheng Ri didn't finish speaking, but it was clear what he meant.

Musashi frowned.

"Alright, that's all for now. Goodnight, Musashi." After saying that, Masahi turned around and went back to prepare for sleep. However, it was unclear how late he went to bed, leaving Musashi standing there, seemingly lost in thought.

"Why aren't you in the dorm? Musashi?" Shinano woke up, noticing her sisters standing in the living room, and looked at Musashi, who was still standing there.

"Shinano, do you have a solution?" Musashi didn't turn around, but stated his needs. Even though the needs were not clear, Shinano certainly knew what he meant.

"Musashi, you are too hasty. Just let things take their course... or change your offensive strategy and learn from Akagi's sure-fire first strike?" Shinano knew that Musashi was not only tempted but also anxious, but now was not the time. However, thinking that this was as good as saying nothing, she thought of the commander's marriage ship, Akagi, and perhaps she could learn from her proactive and powerful offensive.

"I understand, I was indeed too hasty," Musashi sighed. It hadn't even been half a day yet, which was still too rushed. He needed more time. But suddenly, Musashi thought of a solution, such as waiting for an opportunity to ambush someone.

Chapter 44 Voldemort Musashi

"This can't go on. Logically speaking, I'm a commander with so many ship girls, so why can't I beat them?" Zheng Ri, who had finished today's battle and was about to go to the bathroom, pushed open the door and looked at the dark living room. He thought about the frustrating things, because no one wants to be in a state of being suppressed for a long time.

Forget it, it's not shameful to lose to ship girls. Besides, the Vanguard suddenly deploys its ship equipment without saying a word while fighting, that's cheating, that's not martial ethics.

My mind was wandering to random, inexplicable thoughts. I arrived at the toilet, opened the door, turned on the light, found the right spot, and was about to unzip my pants when I suddenly realized there was something behind me. I stopped abruptly in my undressing motion.

Holy crap! Something's fishy! The thought suddenly made Zheng Ri tense up. He whirled around and used his recently learned grappling technique to launch a sneak attack! He grabbed something soft and saw that he had caught a big black ball. Looking up, he saw Musashi's slightly mocking expression.

"Commander, if you want closer contact, you can just tell me. You don't need to do anything like this; just throw yourself into my arms," ​​Musashi said with a smile, her eyes closed, completely unfazed by the sight of her large, dark breasts.

They felt ashamed and resisted when caught.

"No, I just felt someone behind me when I was about to go to the toilet. I thought I was seeing a ghost, but it turned out to be you, Musashi." Masahiro calmly pulled his right hand back and explained. After all, it's kind of scary to have someone watching you from behind when you're about to relieve yourself.

"But Musashi, what are you doing here? And I didn't notice you when I arrived."

"I was feeling a bit out of place in this unfamiliar place, so I just came out for some fresh air and that's when I saw you, Commander." Musashi slowly approached Masahiro and lowered his body slightly to keep his eyes level with the Commander's, trying to capture the Commander's attention with his large deck. Unfortunately, the latter was in a state of deep meditation, even contemplating the meaning of the universe, so he was naturally not attracted.

"...Alright, but there's nothing else now, Musashi, you can go out first." Thinking that he should just get some fresh air and not come in, Masahi was about to tell Musashi to go out first, and that they could talk about it after he went to the toilet. However, Musashi didn't think that way. He grabbed the commander's body, pulled him out of the toilet, pushed him against the wall in the living room, and used his big balls to cover his mouth so that he couldn't say a word.

"Commander, did you just finish with the Vanguard and the others?" She swayed her impressive body, letting the Commander feel the surging waves of her breasts, then lowered her head and brought it close to his ear, asking a question that he knew without even looking.

"...Um, so Musashi, what are you trying to do?" Feeling the surging waves in his chest and the warm breath coming from his ear, Masahi admitted helplessly, while also wondering why things had turned out this way? Last time he was pushed against the wall in the street by the avant-garde, and now he was pushed against the wall in the living room by Musashi. What kind of fate is this, being pushed around like this?

"Commander, you can choose to enjoy all of this in my arms, put aside your worries, and do what you want," Musashi whispered in Masahiro's ear, then kissed his earlobe, gently caressing and biting it with her pearly teeth. The meaning was clear: Musashi wanted to be his wife.

"I remember that ship girls have to make an oath before you can do that, and they are my marriage ships." Feeling Musashi's little actions, Masahi did not refuse, because they were all his ship girls, and expressed his opinion.

“Then I can do that too, Commander. I want to take care of you, I want you to sleep peacefully in my arms, without worrying about anything else, I’m here.” Musashi stopped her little ear-whispering and looked directly at Masahiro. In the dark living room, Musashi’s eyes shone with a faint, dark golden light. However, when Masahiro met those eyes, he was instantly filled with fear. Musashi’s gaze, combined with those glowing eyes, was like that of a predator, the feeling of being stared at by a jackal, making his hair stand on end.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?"

"...Hmm, your eyes can actually glow?" Masahiro, who was gradually suppressing his emotions, began to appreciate Musashi's pair of golden, glowing eyes. It was quite interesting.

"Don't be afraid, I won't use violence against you, Commander. Violence won't solve anything, hmm~" Musashi whispered, sensing the Commander's fear. But looking at his face, Musashi couldn't help but kiss him, savoring the sweetness that stirred her heart.

When Musashi kissed him, Masahiro instinctively opened his mouth to let Musashi kiss him. After a while, Masahiro realized what he was doing and hurriedly stopped. At the same time, for some reason, he suddenly felt an indescribable sense of guilt towards Vanguard and Plymouth, as if he had done something to wrong them.

"What's wrong, Commander?" Musashi, who had already tasted the wonderful pleasure, licked the corner of her mouth and stared straight at Masahiro. She thought to herself that if kissing alone was so pleasurable, then what if they were combined? Wouldn't that be indescribably comfortable? Suddenly, a hint of desire appeared in Musashi's eyes.

"No, I just didn't expect to get so close, Musashi. It feels like we've only known each other for less than a day."

"The process is important, but as long as the final result is correct, that's enough." Musashi understood what Masahi was saying, but it wasn't too important for the ship girls. As long as the result was correct, that was fine. In other words, as long as they hit it off, spending time together on the first day and making vows on the second day was also acceptable.

"...You go back first, I need to use the restroom, we'll talk later." Feeling a bit annoyed and agitated, Masahiro tried to break free from Musashi's control, but Musashi was staring straight at him, which made him realize something was wrong.

"Commander, let me help you." After saying that, Musashi took Masahiro's hand and walked into the bathroom. He then closed the door behind him and pulled the toilet to the side.

"Damn it! Musashi, no! I can do it myself, you go back!" Overwhelmed with shame, Masahiro whispered to Musashi, knowing that if the Vanguard and the others found out he was being helped to the toilet, his command career would be over.

"Relax, leave everything to me." Already feeling excited, Musashi leaned against the commander's back, lowered her head to kiss his cheek, then reached down and found the zipper, untied it, and gently squeezed...

Chapter 45 Musashi's Protection

"Commander, what's wrong with you?"

"Musashi, I feel like I'm losing some of the good morals of being human, and just now I lost something very important."

"Xi," Masahiro, who had been carried back to the room by Musashi, muttered to himself as he looked at the dark ceiling. Musashi chuckled upon hearing this, and if one didn't know better, they might think that the Commander had been pinned down by another gay man.

"...Commander? Why are you here? Hmm... Let's go together." Shinano, who was half asleep in bed, woke up after hearing a familiar voice next to her. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and after confirming that it was the Commander, she moved her body little by little, hugged his right arm with both hands, and mumbled incoherently.

"Commander, what are you saying? Besides, someone as delicate as you should be taken care of by us. You haven't lost anything. On the contrary, I will help you get back what you lost." Musashi lay on her side next to Masahiro, supporting her face with one hand and gently stroking his cheek with the other. After hearing what the commander said, Musashi supported his face and lowered her head to kiss him.

"Where am I weak? I just lack the ability to resist. Otherwise, I would have shown you what the Commander's loving guidance is all about." Even after being deeply kissed by Musashi, Masahi still stubbornly said this. Although he already knew in his heart which family he belonged to, this was not a reason to back down. This was a trial. After Akashi arrived and he developed the things that strengthened his body, he would transform into the Dragon King.

So what we need to do now is to be patient!

"Hehe, Commander, you're just like those kids on the destroyers and submarines—gentle yet resilient, with endearing thoughts. As the head of the Grand Fleet, we are all your right-hand men, an extension of your power, so don't worry about anything. On the contrary, you need to rely on us as much as possible."

Seeing the commander's stubbornness, Musashi smiled. She wanted to say that the commander couldn't even beat a submarine, so instead of resisting and becoming so-called strong and powerful, it would be better to rely on the ship girls. However, she knew that saying that would displease Masahiro, so she changed to a more tactful way of putting it.

"So this is how you treat the head of the family? Watch out, or I'll teach you a lesson!" Zheng Ri wanted to reach out and put his hand on Musashi's waist and slap her stern hard, but his arm wasn't long enough, and more importantly, Musashi was tall and well-built. After thinking for a while, he gave up and could only give her a verbal warning.

It's impossible to rely on other ship girls for the rest of my life, it's impossible. Wouldn't that make me useless if I left my ship girls? How can a dignified man like me suffer the humiliation of being humiliated by someone else? Although Masahiro was enjoying Musashi's gentle touch, he was very stubborn and couldn't even be penetrated by the white flag's exclusive extremely hard penetrating bread.

"Commander, you are my protectee, and you are so delicate, especially for a ship girl. So this is my special way of taking care of you. You should enjoy it, like this, hmm~" Musashi no longer lay on her side, but pressed her graceful body against Zheng Ri's body. Her left hand and the commander's right hand intertwined, and her right hand gently stroked the commander's face, then gently kissed and licked it, like a fox secretly enjoying a delicious treat, savoring the most precious taste bit by bit.

After they finished, their lips parted, and Musashi couldn't help but smile as he looked at the still-red face of the man who had been kissed. He had figured out the commander's personality pretty well; he was purely someone who responded to gentleness but not to force, or rather, someone who was all talk and no action but had a soft heart. He was very easy to manipulate.

"Commander... I want some too!" Shinano, who had been standing quietly to the side, also came over to ask for food. She was worried about the inequality rather than the scarcity of food. Musashi had food, so as sisters of the same rank, they should definitely share some as well. Thus, the two foxes mingled together and stole some food.

During the sharing of food, Jeongil, who was constantly kissing, felt like a fish on a chopping board, being licked by a fox that smelled fishy. Although he was forced to enjoy it.

"That's enough, Musashi and Shinano. I can't sleep if you keep doing this." Masahiro, who had already been devoured, felt his body go limp. It was just a kiss, but these two foxes had no sense of martial ethics and started attacking his weak points. Outnumbered, he successfully defeated them.

"Commander, is there anything you need to take care of tomorrow?" Musashi lifted Masahiro's body, turned him to face her, and then tucked the head, which was dizzy from being kissed, into her big bun for protection. She gently patted his back and spoke softly, while Shinano pressed close to Masahiro's back, forming a cheese sandwich between two buns.

"Well, originally... I was going to go to the bathroom after this and then come back to sleep, but this happened." Masaru subconsciously put his arm around Musashi's waist and said sleepily. Actually, it wasn't anything serious, but his body just couldn't take it anymore if he kept doing this; his biological clock wouldn't allow it.

"Really? Okay, okay, good boy, good boy, sleep peacefully in my arms. Don't think about anything. With me and Shinano here, there won't be any problems." Musashi stopped patting him and changed to stroking him gently, coaxing him to sleep in a soft voice. Masahiro wanted to say a few more words that he wasn't that kind of person, but he was too sleepy and didn't care. He quickly fell asleep.

Noticing that Zheng Ri had fallen asleep, Musashi stopped stroking him. Her golden pupils gradually brightened. After gently moving the Commander out of his sleep, she stared straight at him, then lowered her head and whispered something in his ear.

After humming softly for a few minutes, Musashi slowly tucked the horse back in.

Then, using the enormous purple phantom tail that appeared to cover Shinano and the Commander, he finally felt at ease and went to sleep, preparing to welcome a bright tomorrow.

While Musashi and the others fell asleep, Vanguard and Plymouth couldn't sleep. Plymouth was alright, since she had already mentally prepared herself when she saw Musashi and Shinano, but Vanguard had a hard time.

For the first time, I experienced insomnia. After enjoying the comfort of sleeping with the Commander yesterday, that feeling is gone now. Instead, I feel uncomfortable with the other ship girls. Plus, I just made a vow with the Commander yesterday, and he's not here the next night, making me feel like my head is getting heavier.

But after thinking it over, it was impossible to snatch the commander back now. First of all, they were fellow ship girls, and secondly, they couldn't beat him. So Vanguard chose to give up and fell asleep with Plymouth in his arms.

But he was destined to be sleepless; another heartbroken person had been added to the city.

Chapter 46 nipps the possibility in the bud.

"Hmm..." Still half asleep, Masaru felt something soft pressing against him. He guessed it was Plymouth and Vanguard again. Without thinking much, Masaru burrowed into an even softer spot and subconsciously placed his hand on the ship girl's waist. However, Masaru did not realize that this little bundle was even bigger than when he had woken up before.

"Hehe, you really are just like a child. If you're still sleepy, just sleep a little longer, it's okay." Musashi, who had already woken up, noticed Masahiro's subconscious attachment and laughed happily. It was really pleasant that the wonderful thing she had imagined had come true so easily. However, looking at her right ring finger, looking at her soft and smooth hand, she regretted that something very important was still missing from her ring finger.

However, Musashi thought that since the Commander was already sleeping in her arms and relying on her in just half a day, it wouldn't take long to get the ring. So she quietly enjoyed this wonderful moment.

However, this blissful moment did not last long, as there was a knock on the door, followed by Plymouth's usual gentle voice.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

“Commander, it’s morning, time to get up.” After saying that, Plymouth unlocked the door and walked in with Vanguard dressed in a maid outfit. She immediately saw Masahiro with his head buried in Musashi’s big dumpling. With a smile on her face, Plymouth and Vanguard went to the bedside.

"Plymouth, Vanguard, could you please let us know before you come in?" Musashi's eyes sharpened as she watched them walk in as if it were their own business. Although they were allowed to freely enter and leave other people's rooms because they were the Commander's maids, this attitude still annoyed Musashi. After all, apart from the Commander, who could freely enter and leave the ship girls' rooms, other ship girls were not allowed to do so.

"I'm sorry, Lord Musashi, my recklessness has caused you trouble. However, as the Commander's maid, helping him wash and change is a daily task."

"Then you can leave it to me. I'm capable of taking care of the commander."

"Then we have no reason to exist as maids, Lord Musashi. We're not only unworthy of our maid outfits, but also unworthy of our profession. Besides... you've only been here a short time. How could you possibly know anything about the Commander?" Vanguard said with a barbed tone. What kind of ship girl swore an oath with the Commander only for the Commander to go off to live with another ship girl the very next day? The honeymoon period is over, and her husband has gone off to sleep with a vixen. Who wouldn't be angry?

Musashi was rendered speechless by Vanguard's words. This moral blackmail, coupled with the talk of first come, first served, left her speechless. Moreover, Vanguard and the others were married ships, so it was only right and proper for them to give way. However... well, never mind, she'll give way anyway.

Musashi thought it over and over and realized it was unnecessary. Besides, the commander was right in his arms. They could have their own private squabbles, but the commander couldn't know about them. That was an ironclad rule.

"I understand. I'll wake the Commander."

"No need, thank you for your understanding, Lord Musashi." Shaking her head at Musashi, Vanguard and Plymouth came to the bedside, put away their shoes, revealing black and white stockings respectively. Shinano, who had already woken up, gave up her place to the two of them, because no matter how big the bed was, it couldn't fit five people, so Shinano could only float in mid-air.

"Ha~ Commander, it's already morning. Plymouth will help you get up." Plymouth came to his side, breathed into Masashi's ear, and whispered. Then she gently separated the Commander and Musashi, slowly pulled them up to sit, and let the Commander lean against her, letting the back of his head rest against her chest. Then Plymouth lowered her head and kissed him, giving him her daily good morning kiss.

"Commander, are you awake?"

"Hmm... Plymouth, good morning~" Zheng Ri lazily yawned as she gradually woke up. Upon hearing the familiar voice, Zheng Ri knew that it was Plymouth who was helping her loosen her belt and coat, because only she would do such a thing; the avant-garde could not learn it.

"Hmm~ Good morning, Commander. Today is another hopeful day. I've prepared your favorite congee with preserved egg and lean pork, as well as glutinous rice chicken, which I learned to make online. I hope you enjoy it." After saying this, Plymouth lowered her head and gave the Commander a deep kiss. Then, her movements as she changed clothes became even more practiced and rapid, after all, she had undergone maid training in the port.

There are many things you can't do, but you must be able to do two: housework and undressing.

After glancing at Zheng Ri's healthy morning physiological reactions, Qianwei quickly changed his pants, thinking that since the Commander was resting well, it would definitely continue tonight, and they would squeeze out every last drop.

"Thank you, Plymouth," Zheng Ri said to Plymouth, feeling like he was about to become useless. But all he received in return was a deep kiss from Plymouth. After replenishing Plymouth's daily commander energy, Plymouth spoke even more enthusiastically:

"By the way, Commander, I've prepared your toiletries and warm water. Please open your mouth, ah~" Plymouth had the vanguard bring a small basin to catch the water after washing up, and then took out a toothbrush with toothpaste already squeezed on it, preparing to help the commander wash up, but Zheng Ri refused.

"No need, Plymouth, let me do it myself." Seeing the situation, Masaharu was startled, but his mind immediately cleared up. He was joking. If he said that Plymouth even brushed his teeth for him, he would probably admit to Musashi and Shinano that he relied on the ship girl commander for everything. That wouldn't do. So he brushed his teeth himself.

Masahi was unaware that Musashi and Shinano were both stunned, especially Musashi, whose gaze toward Masahi had become strange.

Why would the royal maids need to be involved with the commander so much? It's astonishing. But the commander even has maids help him dress. Does that mean the commander has already been trained by them? Are they now trying to take away his self-discipline? Musashi pondered the current situation, trying to understand the essence of things by looking beyond the surface.

In terms of ambition, using soft management to involve commanders is presumably to gain a voice and increase the faction's influence. If not... Hehe, Musashi, who had gradually come to understand Plymouth's thoughts, smiled slightly and did not stop Plymouth from doing so, because what she did was also right.

For the ship girls in their own port, the more capable the commander is, the less useful the ship girls seem. If that's the case, why not choose to nip it in the bud from the start?

Chapter 47 Layout

"Commander, I wonder if the taste suits your palate? Is it a bit too salty? Or is it too hot?"

"Plymouth, you've done a great job. I love the taste." Zheng Ri scooped up a bit of preserved egg with a spoon, took a bite, and after tasting the familiar flavor, happily gave Plymouth a gesture of praise, indicating his satisfaction.

"Yes, Commander, I hope you are pleased." Plymouth smiled sweetly upon receiving Zheng Ri's reply. The vanguard watched the master and servant pair from the side, then slowly savored the dish he had helped create. Hmm, very delicious.

"By the way, Musashi, Shinano, if you need anything, just tell me and I'll try my best to satisfy you. If you don't like the taste, we can change it to something else." After swallowing the porridge in his mouth, he spoke to Shinano, who was still half asleep, and Musashi, who was savoring the taste. As for his ship girls, Masahiro still hoped that they could speak their minds directly and not harbor any dissatisfaction.

"Commander, don't worry. The ship girls will selectively change in some ways according to your habits. So far, we are very satisfied." Musashi, who was gradually getting used to the taste, replied with a smile. Some ship girls will change their tastes according to the commander. It's hard to say whether it's good or bad. However, it might not be so good if they follow the commander who is of royal nationality.

"By the way, Commander, would you like to try Sakura Empire cuisine? If so, I can cook for you." Suddenly, Musashi remembered that Sakura Empire cuisine and Eastern Empire cuisine were largely similar, but also had their own unique characteristics. If the Commander liked it, she could cook for him.

"Really? That's great! I remember you have something called yakitori where you're from. I'd love for Musashi to show off his skills so I could try it!" Musashi said, his thoughts immediately turning to a certain yakitori and ramen dish that had been heavily advertised. The ingredients were readily available online, and the cost was only a third of the ingredients. Going there would be a waste of money, and it wouldn't even be authentic. Since Musashi was willing to demonstrate, why not? However...

Masaharu turned to look at Plymouth, who was quietly eating the breakfast he had made himself. He suddenly wondered if Plymouth's position might be taken away after he agreed to Musashi's request. He had agreed so quickly! Plymouth, noticing Masaharu's gaze, didn't object or protest, and spoke in her usual gentle tone:

“Commander, you don’t need to worry about Plymouth. Occasionally having Musashi take over the kitchen duties isn’t a bad thing for Plymouth.” After saying this, Plymouth looked at Masahiro with a smile, as if to say, “Don’t worry, I’m fine.” However, this made Masahiro fall silent. She had always been working in the kitchen, and although she always looked happy, she must be tired from working day and night.

"I'm sorry, Plymouth, you've worked so hard all this time." Zheng Ri reached out and patted Plymouth's head. The latter paused for a moment, then lowered his head to enjoy it. Although he didn't understand why the commander was suddenly so moved, all he needed to do now was enjoy it.

"Commander, what about me?" The vanguard on the other side of the main force pointed to himself and asked. Although he hadn't done as much as Plymouth, he had still contributed, right?

"Alright, alright, you got a share too," Zheng Ri said dismissively, patting Qianwei's head with the thought that even though you didn't do anything, you still deserved some credit. However, Qianwei, sensing the dismissive attitude, looked at the commander with a somewhat resentful expression, but still didn't say anything.

It doesn't matter, we'll fight to the death tonight.

Musashi stared blankly at the two people and the ship that had suddenly become better. He was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had made their situation possible, and he felt a little depressed. However, he quickly cheered up. Shinano, who had been silent, glanced at the commander and then fell back into a half-asleep state.

After breakfast, Plymouth put the dishes back in the dishwasher, quickly tidied the counter, and returned to the Commander's side. Then, she took his right arm with her left, took out her masculine-colored phone, and started scrolling through it, ignoring the greetings and requests for sharing exercise experiences from the other ship girls. Vanguard, on the other hand, was watching other anime series that he hadn't finished watching yet. What was he doing all day? Playing games.

"Commander, what are the plans for today?" Looking at the man and two ships in front of him, Musashi remembered what the commander had asked him before going to bed yesterday. If there were any plans for today, he could contribute and compete with the vanguard, but it seems nothing is going to happen.