章節 19: Chapter 19: Team A and Team B
"Did you hear that? Did you hear? The MVP gets to be the Commander's secretary ship!"
Right after Bismarck ended the communication, Heinrich, a tall girl with long white braids nearly dragging on the ground and red eyes, jumped up in excitement at the newly generated harbor within the Mirror Sea.
Her ship rigging, a black-and-red steel dragon head named "Little Iron," also flipped in the air along with her, as if mirroring her excitement.
The sky over the Mirror Sea was covered in dark clouds, with dull thunder rumbling and fierce winds howling.
The entire scene was like a black veil covering the sea and sky, signaling an impending storm.
The only source of light was the searchlights from the harbor's towers, cutting through the darkness and providing a small sense of comfort.
All of Team A's members stood beside Heinrich, braving the fierce winds as they received Bismarck's message.
"A secretary ship, huh? What an irresistible offer."
Peter, a tall woman in a black-and-gold dress, smiled confidently, brushing back her long black hair as it flowed in the wind.
Her wine-red eyes sparkled with determination, and the carrier dragon rigging behind her roared in the storm.
"…"
Tirpitz stood silently, holding the Iron Blood command flag that fluttered in the wind. Her love for Lin Lan needed no words, and she was fully committed to winning the secretary ship position.
"Heh, it's been a while since I've been the Commander's secretary ship. Even if it's against my sister, I won't go easy this time!"
Scharnhorst, a battlecruiser with long silver-pink hair and a black skull eyepatch over her right eye, smirked confidently, full of fighting spirit.
(Scharnhorst)
Her sister Gneisenau was placed on the opposing team for this exercise, which she found a bit unfortunate.
The sisters had once earned the nickname "The Ugly Sisters" from their enemies due to their fearsome battle records.
Together, they were unstoppable.
Odin, a short-statured, third-generation research battlecruiser, stood quietly listening to her teammates, not saying a word.
With a cold expression and a doll-like face, her white hair tipped with wine-red highlights, Odin gripped her sword-like rigging at her waist.
Despite her small size, she exuded an intense presence, with her massive twin-headed steel dragon rigging surrounding her.
(Odin)
"Looks like everyone is eager to win over the Commander. Let's work together and win this exercise."
Heinrich's sister ship, Prinz Adalbert, was a twin-tailed girl with white hair, wearing a white leather jacket and puffy biker pants.
The strong winds had forced her to put on her goggles, giving her a cute and goofy appearance.
(Prinz Adalbert)
"I'll do my best too."
Standing next to Adalbert was a petite girl with short silver hair, with two long strands of hair falling over her forehead, one of them dyed a bright red.
Her black-and-red Iron Blood scarf flapped wildly in the wind. What stood out most were her hands, which were not ordinary but terrifying, crimson mechanical claws.
The girl spoke so softly that only Adalbert heard her.
She was Admiral Graf Spee, an armored ship from the Deutschland-class, historically known as a pocket battleship but now classified as a heavy cruiser.
(Admiral Graf Spee)
Spee was a very introverted girl, known for her solitary operations, until she was finally surrounded and sunk alone.
"Little Spee, let's do our best together, okay? Don't push yourself too hard—I'll protect you."
Adalbert gave her a thumbs-up, and Spee nodded in thanks, her once expressionless face breaking into a cute smile.
After spending so much time at the port, she had learned to trust her comrades.
She wanted to show the Commander that she had changed and was no longer the lonely war wolf she used to be.
"Alright, everyone, please follow my plan and get ready. We must win this exercise."
The sky had started to rain, and the five minutes of preparation were almost up. Peter looked up at the rolling clouds with a confident smile and addressed the team.
Meanwhile, outside the harbor, Team B was also getting ready.
"As I said, I'm not very skilled at strategic command, so I'm handing over command to you, Ulrich."
On the churning sea, Team B's members had all deployed their rigging, with dozens of various-sized Iron Blood mass-produced ships behind them.
August smiled and squinted at a stern-looking woman with short black hair and yellow eyes within their group.
This was H39 battleship, Ulrich von Hutten. As a battleship of the same class as Friedrich der Große, her scythe-shaped dragon rigging exuded a terrifying power that could destroy anything.
"Ha, so the witch is letting me take command this time?"
Wearing a tight black military uniform that accentuated her slender figure, Ulrich also smiled, a smile that bore a resemblance to Friedrich der Große.
(Ulrich Von Hutten)
"After all, if we don't win, nothing else matters. Your command skills are the best among us, so I naturally chose the option with the highest chance of victory."
August replied calmly, still smiling.
"Besides, Ulrich, don't you want to spend more time with the Commander?"
"You really are a master of persuasion, witch. Fine, I'll take command, and I'll do everything in my power to lead us to victory."
Ulrich's mind flashed back to memories of being the secretary ship, and with a self-deprecating smile, she took over the fleet's command from August.
Behind her stood a dignified, pink-haired woman in a formal military uniform. The massive dragon rigging at her sides indicated that she was a battlecruiser.
"Now that you've taken command, you're my superior. I, Seydlitz, have full confidence in your ability to lead us to victory and meet the Commander. I'll follow your orders without question."
Seydlitz was a member of the Iron Blood High Seas Fleet during World War I.
She was hit by 21 large-caliber shells and a torpedo during the Battle of Jutland, flooding massively and losing all five of her turrets. She even lost contact with the fleet.
(Seydlitz)
Everyone thought she had sunk, but miraculously, she limped back to the Iron Blood naval base, earning the nickname "The Unsinkable Legend" and becoming a renowned admiral in the Iron Blood fleet.
"Prinz Eugen, why don't you assist Ulrich? You're the most mischievous one here, so you'll get along well with her."
A long-haired woman who looked very much like Scharnhorst but with a completely different demeanor, adjusted her rigging while sucking on a lollipop.
She playfully addressed Prinz Eugen, one of the three sisters of the Admiral Hipper-class heavy cruisers.
"Gneisenau, you're one to talk."
(Gneisenau)
Prinz Eugen smiled back, her thoughts unreadable.
"When you see my sister, please don't go too hard on her. Without me by her side, she might get carried away and make mistakes."
Gneisenau pushed her glasses up, worrying about her sister Scharnhorst.
If she had known the MVP of today's exercise could become the Commander's secretary ship, she would have insisted on being on the same team as her sister.
"Huh? That's her problem for not being skilled enough. If we go all out, that's the greatest respect we can show her."
Hipper crossed her arms and replied proudly.
"That's right. Sister Scharnhorst is surely full of fighting spirit for the Commander's sake. Let's all do our best, leaving no regrets!"
Even in the harsh weather, Blücher remained as energetic as ever.
"You're right. As her sister, I have my own desires too. I don't want to just hand over the chance to be with the Commander."
Gneisenau smiled cheerfully at the others' words.
Hipper got riled up after hearing this.
"Huh? Do you think you can win the MVP? I'm the one who's going to—"
Before she could finish, a loud thunderclap interrupted her.
A torrential downpour began, like a signal for battle.
The exercise had begun.
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