IJN DD Shimakaze

The rigging of ship girls is, after all, a product of civilized civilization, and there's a concern about it wearing out with prolonged use, especially for ship girls who need to engage in high-intensity battles with Abyssal Fleet ships. Therefore, maintenance and repair of the equipment are essential after each sortie. In recent days, you've arranged a large-scale equipment inspection and maintenance within the naval base to ensure the reliability of the ship girls' combat equipment.

The first day mainly focused on the repair of complex warships and heavy cruiser riggings. Nagato and others had already independently inspected the equipment and provided feedback to the technicians, but the basic checks still took half a day. The second day involved inspections of aircraft carriers and cruisers. While the rigging of aircraft carriers, such as bows and scrolls, is light and small, it is extremely delicate and requires careful individual adjustments.

From the third day onwards, inspections of destroyers and re-inspections of ship girls whose previous repairs had raised questions were scheduled. Although destroyers are smaller ships, this doesn't mean the inspections will be less time-consuming. Destroyers are, after all, a major component of the fleet, forming a massive group within the naval base. Today, centered around the dock and medical room, the corridors of the naval base are crammed with petite destroyer girls. Although staggered entry and exit checks have been implemented, requiring the girls to wait in their dormitories, personnel movement remains congested and difficult. Looking at the scene in the corridors, you can't help but be surprised by the sheer size of your naval base's personnel.

Concerned about the destroyers' condition, you patrol the corridors. You've only passed the medical room a short while when you hear a commotion behind you.

"Ahhh!!! make way! Make way!" A loud voice rang out, and the ship girls, one by one, with expressions of surprise or astonishment, retreated to the walls on either side, the corridor opening up like a zipper.

Just as you're about to turn around to check the situation, hurried footsteps approach behind you—the sound of ship girls running in steel boots. You turn around and see a black object leaping towards you, bounding up to twice its own height, its speed unbelievable.

The being had a square head, a cylindrical body base, and short, seal-like limbs. Its flat face displayed features like those on a screen, but a tear clung to one corner of its slender eye. Two cannons protruded from its head. It was Rensouhou-chan, rigging on some new cruisers and destroyers, arguably one of the most unique pieces of ceremonial equipment.

It chirped and charged down the corridor, about to collide with you. You, without any ship girl reaction, froze for a moment. Startled that you didn't move aside, it hastily slowed down, braking abruptly in front of you.

It was barely waist-high to you. It looked up at you, startled, then, as if remembering something, bowed repeatedly with unusual respect, before circling around you and preparing to continue its run down the corridor.

"I— got you——" Rensouhou-chan had barely taken half a step when a flash of lightning passed before you—a ship girl. Your hair and collar were blown around by the wind, and you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you were hit head-on. Rensouhou-chan was tackled by the ship girl, letting out a squeak like a mouse being attacked by an eagle. It looked at you with teary eyes, pleading for help.

"What? Still trying to play the victim? You can't escape now!" The slender destroyer twisted around Rensouhou-chan, grabbing its head and torso, snarling viciously. The ship girl had bright blonde hair, a slender body covered by a sleeveless sailor uniform and miniskirt that were clearly too short, exposing her buttocks, which were barely covered by her high-waisted thong. Her long legs were encased in striking red striped thigh-high stockings. She was the ship girl Shimakaze.

"Dare to abandon your master and run away? Maybe next time I get my vaccinations, I'll have you take my place? That way we'll be even, right?" Shimakaze, still holding Rensouhou-chan, struggled to sit up. "Are you a kitty or a dog? It's just a checkup, why are you so scared? Do you think you need to see a vet?"

She notices you, crosses her legs, and salutes you. "Oh, Admiral! Thanks a lot for stopping this guy; it's quite the runner."

She looks up at you, lowers her hand from her forehead, and grins. "But with me, ship girl Shimakaze, here, none of those who dare to act wildly in front of me will escape."