[Jack: Is that Yamashiro? What are you doing at the training ground?]
[Yamashiro: Ah, Your Highness! Well…there were very loud gunshots in the Port, and everyone was a bit worried, so they asked me to come take a look.]
[Jack: Sorry for disturbing you all. Actually, I organized an exercise.]
[Yamashiro: So it was an exercise, no wonder you didn't call us… Ah! Uh, Your Highness, I didn't mean to blame you, I meant—]
[Jack: You don't need to apologize. It was my arrangement not to inform you all. Yamashiro, if you're interested, you can also come and watch.]
The reason Jack did not allow Shipgirls with too low a level of training to observe was not only because Observer's identity could not be known by too many people, but also because he was afraid of scaring them.
To put it nicely, these Shipgirls were well-protected by him and had not been affected much by the war.
To put it less nicely, when he played the game back then, their functionality was too poor, and their training level had not been significantly improved at all.
As a result, most of them worked on internal affairs in the Port, such as patrolling safe sea areas. They rarely witnessed real battlefields and were considered logistics Shipgirls.
Letting them realize the gap between themselves and the main fleet too early would cause them a huge sense of disparity.
Individual Shipgirls with strong self-esteem might even become depressed because of it.
These problems could be avoided, because Jack had gods eye, mysterious relics, and a series of other means to enhance their strength.
The improvement in strength would bring confidence and self-reliance, and they would not be defeated by an insurmountable chasm, thus developing in a positive direction.
In order to care for the healthy physical and mental growth of these lovely young girls, Commander Jack truly put his heart into it.
...
In the end, Yamashiro still did not come to the training ground.
Because the young girl subtly perceived Jack's mood from the mental network connection.
It was a feeling of care and worry.
Very pure, and very intoxicating for a Shipgirl.
Yamashiro firmly believed that His Highness had an internal reason for not letting her and others participate, and she was willing to follow His Highness's instructions, prepare a late-night snack, warm the bed, and wait for his return.
Eh, wait? Did His Highness say he wanted her to warm the bed?
Yamashiro fell into self-doubt, feeling as if some strange memory had been inserted into her mind by someone.
...
"Heh, they truly are a lovely bunch of kids."
Jack sighed, the species of Shipgirl highlighted by two words: pure and simple.
Just like the two below.
So pure…like two beasts fighting each other.
No, beasts were not enough to describe the two; a more accurate description was—weapons of war.
Boom!
Observer's five tentacles connected in a spiral shape, like the rifling of a cannon barrel, and a giant light cannon with a diameter of five or six meters burst forth.
Because of its extreme speed, White Dragon could not evade it at all and had no choice but to brace herself with her katana and scabbard, using all her strength to block.
Thud!—
A heavy thud.
White Dragon was blown back by the light cannon, crashing into the Jade Screen Shield. A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of her mouth, her upper body clothes were mostly burned away, and her arms were covered in scorched wounds.
"Heh heh, your firepower is truly immense, Siren!"
"The feeling's mutual."
Observer took a breath.
She too had been pushed to the brink by White Dragon.
The continuous slashes and carrier-based aircraft 'funnels' kept her ten hands too busy.
Fortunately, the opponent's health bar wasn't as thick as hers, so this victory would be Observer's.
"Looking at your expression, do you seem to think you've got victory in your grasp?"
Observer raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
"The situation is already very clear, isn't it? I admit you are strong, you once completely destroyed my rigging, but regenerating rigging is not a big consumption for me. You, however, are different, Shipgirl, you have limits!"
"You're right."
White Dragon struggled to her feet. Because of a wound on her eyelid, she had to keep her eyes half-closed, looking miserable yet as resolute as a Valkyrie.
"Shipgirls are actually very weak, and they have their limits, but…there is one thing that makes us different from you Sirens."
"What exactly do you want to say?"
"Heh heh."
White Dragon suddenly looked up, her eyes full of emotion directed at Jack floating in the sky, and then she shouted loudly.
"We Shipgirls have a Commander fighting alongside us! Commander, please bestow your power upon me!!—"
"As you wish."
Jack smiled and pressed his sword fingers to his temple.
In an instant, he connected White Dragon to the mental network.
Buzz~
When White Dragon opened her eyes again, her gaze was calm, possessing the essence of a sword master's clear and still mind, unattached to anything.
Observer's eyes widened, feeling her death star flashing madly.
This sense of crisis even surpassed White Dragon in her full physical condition, so this guy had actually held back at first?!
Observer was unwilling, so she frantically urged her ship cannons to unleash a laser rain barrage on White Dragon.
At this point, she no longer cared if it would cause massive damage to White Dragon.
She just wanted to get rid of this annoying sense of crisis.
However, at this moment, White Dragon, despite having only one eye, seemed to observe from the sky with a gods eye view, dodging all of Observer's attacks by mere millimeters, and the distance between them was gradually closing.
Observer exclaimed again.
"Impossible! He didn't give you any energy at all, he only shared his perspective! How could it be so different from before!"
White Dragon scoffed.
"Heh heh, you stupid Siren brat! The bond between us Shipgirls and our Commander is not something you, a newcomer who's only been to bed a few times, can understand!!"
White Dragon roared, charging with a swing of her blade.
In a daze, Observer seemed to see her own head being severed.
Is this…the end…?
Whoosh!
A nodachi was stopped less than a centimeter from Observer's neck by two fingers.
"Good! That's enough!"
At this moment.
The man's figure infinitely magnified in Observer's eyes, almost completely dominating her world.
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