Chapter 69

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69. Soar to the Skies, 111!

"…So, you are now the flagship of the Imagination Fleet?"

"Yes."

"And you are also my secretary ship?"

"Yes."

"And you are also the head of the research department?"

"Yes."

"And the head of the logistics department is you too?"

"Yes."

"I heard that you are even the head of the execution team?"

"In theory, yes."

"But why are you tied to a pole, and they are tying you up and bringing you over?"

"Because the seniors were eagerly awaiting my appointment, to the point of getting excited and reenacting the arrival of the Holy Son using ancient methods. The Montana-led disciples happily baptized me, telling me that I will inherit a glorious and great cause."

"Is that so… I'll ask you one last question. What is your current dream? Is there something you absolutely must do? Tell me, and I'll try to help you."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"Commander, please dismantle me. I would rather die than stay here."

Find a shaman to treat her; this child is probably crazy.

Although he wanted to say that, seeing 111 tied to the cross, looking up at the sky with a face full of despair, the Commander had no mood for jokes. Or rather, he felt that if he joked now, 111 might just self-destruct.

But it was really hard to hold back laughter. A group of people set up a scaffold as if they were performing some mysterious ritual. They stuck 111's wooden pole on a high platform, like an offering. Behind it, large flags fluttered in the wind, and some enthusiastic shipgirls even scattered grass to simulate paper flowers.

Enterprise, 001, Seawolf, and Essex, with their heads topped with grass bundles, held spears and looked solemn.

Honestly, this scene was just too ridiculous! I really wanted to laugh!

It was like the ceremony for the succession of a new chief in Africa; how could it be taken seriously!

Originally, he wanted to say a few words to these children, but the Commander now dared not look at the bustling, singing, and dancing little ones below, who were celebrating the passing of the baton. He was afraid that he would burst out laughing as soon as he opened his mouth!

"Originally, we wanted to have a serious handover, but 111 kept saying she was a new recruit and couldn't take on such a big responsibility, so we had to resort to this."

The African blonde chief, Enterprise, poked the ground with her spear, looking awkward.

"To put it simply, because Commander, you said that our base is a big family. Upon reflection, we realized we made many mistakes. So, after a unanimous decision, we decided to resign and solemnly recommend 111 for those positions."

"Yes, we believe that under 111's leadership, we can definitely innovate and reach new heights, sweeping away the recent negative trends and revitalizing the base."

"…In short, you are planning to hand over your positions to 111, right?"

Finally, he managed to catch his breath and turned to look at 111, who had a complex expression, as if pondering the fate of the world. The Commander almost couldn't hold back his laughter. But then he saw the four grass bundles in front of him and directly clutched his liver and knelt down.

But before the four chiefs could reach out, the Commander, with a twisted face, stood up again. He took a deep breath, rubbed his face, and put on a serious expression.

"Yes… I understand your concerns. In fact, I am surprised by how quickly you have recovered. I was even prepared for you to request dismantling."

The Commander's face was tense and serious.

This was the truth. Because the Commander knew the information and understood the shipgirls' feelings.

From his perspective, the shipgirls' feelings for him were more like the dependency of a chick on the first living thing it sees. But for the shipgirls, this feeling was undoubtedly the purest. In a larger base, various exchanges and entertainment could help divert attention.

But where were they? They were at the Guam naval base, an abandoned base. Even the swimming pool was open-air and time-limited. With nothing to do, they could only play mahjong or poker. There was no time to divert attention.

So, seeing his children quickly come out of the shadows, the Commander was truly relieved. He was really happy. But, to put it bluntly, the current situation…

Their mental state seemed to have taken a different direction?

"Ah… we didn't think it would be like this at first."

001, with two black stripes on her face, looking more like a chief, stepped forward with a spear, fidgeting with a fish bone in her hand and giving the Commander an embarrassed smile.

"But, you see, we haven't had much entertainment lately, and nothing significant has happened. Everyone felt very restless. This was a good opportunity for everyone to realize their shortcomings, so we decided to use a more festive activity to pass on the positions. I believe this will be very beneficial."

"And coincidentally, Essex remembered a ritual she once saw, which must be performed when passing on a position. So, everyone thought about it and started lighting torches, building a platform, and adding unique elements from other shipgirl nations. In the end, it became this grand ceremony. I think everyone is very happy, so there's no problem."

No, at least one person is definitely not happy.

Facing 111, who was tied up behind him, humming a funeral march with a blank expression, the Commander could only pityingly pat her head and shoulder, giving her a helpless look.

'At least let these children vent. I'm sorry, but it's up to you.'

The Commander said apologetically to her.

111 looked at the Commander's face, bit her lip, and nodded with difficulty.

"Okay."

Just one word, but it showed the girl's determination.

Satisfied with this resolute will, the Commander nodded and patted her small shoulder again before turning to leave.

And, under the enthusiasm of the shipgirls, this celebration lasted for six hours.

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