Chapter 76

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76. I'm Really Not Sick, Just Leave It Alone

"Is this considered done?"

Watching the submarine create a prominent white line as it quickly moved away from the base, the admiral squinted at the rapidly dissipating trail of bubbles, and couldn't help but feel that the shipgirl might be telling the truth.

Although the thing didn't look very promising, its performance was probably beyond his expectations. After all, these children never failed to meet his expectations. This meant that the equipment on it could perfectly meet his requirements, including tasks like remote transmission of images and sounds.

But the appearance was really a problem... Just thinking about a black bar speeding through the water made the admiral's face look a bit grim.

"What's next? What are our next activities?"

Shaking his head to dispel the annoying image, the admiral turned to 111 and asked.

"Huh?"

111, who was also looking at the white line with a somewhat odd expression, was taken aback for a moment, then quickly reacted, lightly coughed, pushed up the glasses still with cracks, and scanned the documents on the board, squinting slightly, and said word by word.

"Um, um, next is meal time. The admiral must arrive at the cafeteria at 0700. It's now six thirty, so there's about half an hour left."

"Cafeteria? That's plenty of time."

The admiral nodded.

"Then what's next? According to the schedule, what should I do next?"

"Next..."

111 flipped through the documents in his hand and then looked at the admiral with a determined expression.

"Next, the admiral needs to exercise under our supervision, performing various rehabilitation exercises for about four hours. The admiral's current physical condition is like a candle in the wind; even a slight illness could cost you your life."

Facing the admiral's emaciated and sub-healthy appearance, 111 emphasized the schedule board in his hand, speaking seriously to his admiral with no room for negotiation.

To be honest, 111 still didn't understand how their admiral managed to survive. From his physical condition and facial appearance, it wouldn't be strange for their admiral to be lying in bed, groaning and waiting for death. But what shocked them was that the admiral was a prime example of living recklessly without dying, and was completely fine.

But this luck was undoubtedly unreliable. Just looking at the admiral's pale face, his health level was far below that of a shipgirl, and even below that of an ordinary person.

Yet, such a person could work all night, which was a heavy blow to medicine.

"Exercise..."

Hearing this word, a subtle expression flashed across the admiral's face. He subconsciously reached up to touch the back of his head, and an awkward look appeared on his face.

"Let's skip the exercise. I have my own considerations in this regard. Besides, you see, I haven't exercised for a long time, and it's just like this. Moreover, you've been worrying about me a lot, and so many shipgirls have been working hard. They should rest—"

"You should rest, Admiral."

It wasn't 111, but Enterprise, who had been quiet, interrupted the admiral.

This shipgirl, who never contradicted the admiral's words, now had a different style, looking at her admiral with a serious expression, her delicate face full of concern.

As the shipgirl who had observed the admiral the longest, she naturally knew the abnormal state her admiral was in. It was no longer normal work but rather a state of pushing his mental energy to the limit, like burning oneself out.

"Continuing like this will definitely cause problems. It's time for you to rest."

Enterprise looked at the surprised admiral and said seriously.

"We have already been completely liberated, and each of us can handle things independently. We are not children, and even if we were, we should have grown up after half a year of storms."

"That's right."

111, dressed in white, also chimed in.

"After such a long time of training, even a pig would know what to do. We know what should be done and what shouldn't. Thanks to recent events, we've thought a lot about things."

Looking at the emaciated admiral, 111 also stood on the side of the other two shipgirls, looking resolutely at her admiral, proving that she was no longer the mischievous child.

"It's time for you to rest now."

"…Is that so?"

Looking at the three determined shipgirls in front of him, a complex expression flashed across the admiral's face.

"You have indeed grown. After all, the things you are doing now are hard for me to understand. But, to be honest, just let me be a bit indulgent in this regard. I know myself very well, and exercise is not necessary."

"But your physical condition is really—"

"Then, I order you to leave this matter alone. Is that okay?"

A gentle but firm voice.

Looking at the shipgirls who closed their mouths reluctantly but still looked extremely worried, the admiral sighed and forced a smile.

"I have my own plans for this. You see me as needing exercise, but in reality, I just need enough food. If you really want me to get better, it would be better to let me eat more good meals. Alright, alright, let's go. It's just a small matter, no need to worry too much."

After persuading the reluctant shipgirls to leave, the admiral glanced at the horizon. Seemingly confirming something, he felt his slightly trembling nerves and smiled, shaking his head, then turned and walked deeper into the base.

Weakness has less to do with exercise and more to do with the mind. And the person most closely related to my mind is just that guy.

Anyway, it will all be settled sooner or later.

Shaking his head to dispel the subtle emotions, the admiral strode toward the cafeteria.

"By the way, can we really not build today?"

"…No!!"

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