Elder brother's garrison

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The three of them, Bai Xue, Chu Xue, and Shen Xue, bowed politely to Missouri and greeted her.

“Missouri, you don’t need to keep calling us ‘senpai’. You look so much older than us,” Fubuki said, scratching her head sheepishly. “Just call us by our names!”

“How can that be? Senior Fubuki is the ace of the naval base's destroyers. Missouri has the utmost respect for you all.” Missouri patted her chest and said to Fubuki with a smile, “Missouri calls you seniors that because she wants to learn more from you.”

"Ah... well, whatever you say..."

"Speaking of which, Fubuki-senpai, is there something you need from Missouri?" Missouri asked with a smile.

"That's right! That's right, that's it!" Fubuki quickly pointed to Missouri, "Missouri-neechan! I saw that deep-sea lady who was subdued by the Admiral today!"

"The deep-sea older sisters who were subdued by the Admiral... does that refer to Kamikaze-senpai and the others?"

"It's not Kamikaze-neechan or the others! I'm talking about that one, that one!" Fubuki arched her back, covered her eyes with both hands, then made a huge hand gesture in front of her chest, and finally squatted down to hold her ankles, excitedly saying, "It's that Abyssal big sister who lives in Yamato-neechan's old house, wears an eyepatch, has breasts this big! And has a thick, heavy shackle on her leg!"

"Oh, it's Senior Frederick."

"That's right, that's her! We saw her today! After leaving Yamato-neechan's old house, she circled the entire naval base and just returned to her residence!" Fubuki exclaimed excitedly. "That older sister's aura is terrifying! She doesn't say a word, but just standing there makes you feel like a monster, sending chills down your spine! I heard she fought with the Admiral before, right? Isn't she amazing! Even the Admiral almost couldn't handle her!"

“Yes, Frederick was the strongest enemy Missouri had ever faced.” Missouri nodded.

"Then, then! Can you tell us how the Admiral defeated her!" Fubuki leaned in, her eyes shining. "I heard that you were there too, Missouri-neechan, right?"

“Well…that’s true.” Missouri replied, glancing down at her watch before smiling apologetically. “But I’m sorry, Fubuki-senpai, Missouri really doesn’t have much time today…”

“Eh————” Fubuki’s face immediately fell.

“I’m so sorry, could we do it another day?” Missouri asked.

"What a pity..." Fubuki sighed, but quickly cheered up. She patted her chest and comforted Missouri, saying, "But it's okay! Since you have something to do, Missouri, go ahead and do your thing! We'll come back to ask you another day!"

"Thank you for your understanding, Fubuki-senpai." Missouri smiled reassuringly. "Well then... Missouri will take her leave."

Missouri turned around, ready to hurry back to her dorm.

The four Fubuki sisters stayed where they were and began to discuss.

"Fubuki-nee, since Missouri-nee is busy, let's not bother her." Hatsuyuki said to Fubuki, raising her fist.

“Yes, we can’t cause trouble for others!” Fubuki said to her sisters, hands on her hips.

"But... I really want to hear the Admiral's story..." Miyuki said, covering her mouth with a hint of regret.

"Hmm...why don't we ask the admiral himself?" Bai Xue tilted her head.

Snow White's voice reached Missouri's ears as he left.

Missouri was struck dumb, frozen in place.

"Eh? Is that okay?"

"After all, the admiral is about to leave work... If we can't find her at the office, she's probably at home. We can go to her house to look for her."

"That's right! Great!"

The four destroyers looked at each other, and quickly reached a consensus.

But before Fubuki and her sisters could move, a figure appeared behind them like a ghost.

"Fubuki-senpai." Missouri looked at the four destroyers in front of her with a smile.

"Huh? Missouri? You haven't left yet?" The destroyers looked at Missouri in surprise.

“Missouri suddenly has some time.” Missouri said to the destroyers with a smile, “I heard from Fubuki-senpai that you all want to hear the story of the Admiral defeating Frederick-senpai? Missouri has a complete version here, would you like to hear it?”

"But...but won't this take up your time? You seem pretty busy..."

"It's alright, it's alright." Missouri smiled and looked at the small pavilion in the park. "Missouri would also like to share the Admiral's heroic figure with you seniors. Hmm... how about this, the scenery over there is better. If you seniors don't mind, let's talk over there."

"Wow, that's great!"

"Thank you, Missouri!"

The destroyers happily surrounded Missouri, hugging her tightly around the waist.

Missouri embraced four destroyers on either side, her gaze fixed on the distant pavilion.

—Anyway...it's not convenient for the current admiral to receive these seniors...

—There are still forty minutes until the time I agreed with the admiral. That should be enough time to tell a story.

There's still time.

Surrounded by excited destroyers, Missouri walked toward the wooded path leading to the gazebo.

Missouri and the destroyers disappeared into the woods not long after.

Da da da da da…

A dark shadow approached from the direction of the dormitory.

Wisconsin covered her face, screaming with immense shame as she ran towards them. She darted past the spot where Missouri had once stood, then dashed off into the distance.

……

at the same time.

Xiaobai's home.

Little White sat alone on a chair in the living room.

Boom, boom, boom...

Slow footsteps came from the stairs.

Tirpitz, wearing pajamas, came downstairs yawning.

Tirpitz's snow-white little feet swayed as she walked into the living room.

"Who was shouting and yelling in the house just now...?"

"How can anyone sleep in broad daylight..."

Tirpitz complained in a low, chick-like voice, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She groped her way to the sofa, picked up the water glass, poured herself a glass of water, and gulped it down.

"Oh, this water has no taste..."

Tirpitz held the empty cup and stuck out his tongue in disgust.

Chapter 2257 The Last One

Tirpitz put the cup back on the coffee table, stood up, and swayed over to the refrigerator, opening the door.

call--

The cold air from the refrigerator turned into a cloud of white frost and rushed towards me.

Tirpitz took a breath, her weariness fading slightly, and opened her eyes to look at the refrigerator.

The refrigerator was neatly arranged with layers upon layers of cola, the left half in red packaging and the right half in blue packaging. Tirpitz reached out and grabbed a blue can of cola, ripped open the tab with a hiss, and took several gulps from the bubbling opening.

“Beep, beep, beep!”

"ha----"

Tirpitz closed the refrigerator, drinking his cola and talking to himself.

"This is definitely the best... It's so satisfying to have a bite after waking up..."

As Tirpitz was speaking, she suddenly noticed Little White in the center of the living room.

Tirpitz froze, still in her cola-drinking pose, quietly watching the little white cat on the chair.

Tirpitz put down the Coke can, squinted, and silently observed Little White for a while.

Tirpitz walked around Little White, gently fiddled with Little White's blindfold, then gently poked Little White's earplugs, and finally touched the red rope on Little White's leg.

"Um……"

"Um……?"

Tirpitz looked puzzled. She turned her head and noticed the hourglass on the coffee table. She walked over and fiddled with it for a bit.

Tirpitz lowered the hourglass.

"Oh!" Tirpitz clenched his fist and lightly tapped it on the palm of his other hand, his eyes full of understanding. "It's about placing Prey!"

When Tirpitz looked at Little White again, his eyes were full of understanding.

There was even a hint of admiration.

"Missouri? You're back again?" Little White, sitting on the chair, noticed Tirpitz's movements and asked.

“Oh… so it was Missouri who did it.” Tirpitz nodded, resting his chin on his hand.

"Missouri, how much longer until the hour is up..." Little White on the chair asked weakly.

“Hmm…it needs to sit for an hour.” Tirpitz nodded, squinting.

"Missouri? Missouri, are you over there?" Little White called out in Tirpitz's direction, looking somewhat uneasy.

"You really know how to have fun." Tirpitz shrugged, but still raised his hand and gently patted Little White's head, indicating that there were people ahead.

"Phew...that's great...I feel much more at ease..." After receiving Tirpitz's feedback, the unease on Xiaobai's face disappeared, and he returned to a calm state.

Tirpitz finished the remaining half can of cola, plopped down on the sofa, and silently stared at Little White in the chair.

Tirpitz's gaze swept over Little White from top to bottom.

The sunlight streaming through the window bathed Xiaobai in a brilliant golden light, while the red rope on the chair tightly bound her body, creating a strange scene that was both sacred and decadent.

Tirpitz put down the Coke can.

Tirpitz's gaze sharpened.

"broken."

"Inspiration is starting to come."

Tirpitz got up, dusted herself off, walked to the corner of the living room, rummaged through a pile of game consoles and pulled out a dusty sketchbook and drawing tools, then sat down on the floor directly opposite Little White with her drawing tools in her arms.

Tirpitz opened the sketchbook, then closed one eye and used the pen in his hand to measure the little white figure on the chair.

"It's too astringent."

"This is too astringent."

"I simply couldn't control myself."

"My inspiration is flowing up like a fountain!"

Tirpitz quickly began sketching from the picture book.

In Tirpitz's sketchbook, a vivid scene unfolds—a white-haired, fair-skinned blind girl is bound to an iron chair by thick tentacles. The tentacles' suckers cling tightly to her snow-white skin, ravaging her fragile body. The girl's lifeless eyes reveal a holy and innocent light, her expression carrying a pitiful divine quality, seemingly unaware of the dangerous situation she is in…

Tirpitz's paintbrush moved rapidly, drawing page after page until she filled the remaining pages of the entire sketchbook, at which point she finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"I haven't painted in so long, my skills are a bit rusty."

"I've drawn something good."

"Let's go back to the website and update the artist's work after a long time."

"what……"

"I'm getting sleepy again..."

Tirpitz yawned, her drowsiness returning to her face. Clutching the sketchbook in her hands, she staggered to the sofa, then collapsed onto it and fell into a blissful sleep.

Not a few seconds passed.

Tirpitz's breathing gradually became even.

……

"Wow! So that's how the Admiral defeated that Abyssal big sister!" In the pavilion, after hearing Missouri's story, Fubuki and her three younger sisters all showed satisfied expressions. "The Admiral is so amazing! The Admiral is so cool! Pulling out his saber from his ship rigging and all that! He's just like a protagonist from an anime!"

"Yes, but Missouri also heard the last part from Yamato-senpai," Missouri said with a smile to the destroyers.

"When I have the chance in the future, I also want to ask the Admiral to let me see her ship-mounted saber!" Fubuki raised her hands and said excitedly.

“There will be opportunities,” Missouri said with a smile. As she said this, she subconsciously glanced down at her watch and her smile paused slightly.

Missouri stood up.

"Fubuki-senpai, Shirayuki-senpai, Hatsuyuki-senpai, Miyuki-senpai," Missouri said apologetically to the four destroyers. "It was very satisfying chatting with you all, but I'm sorry, Missouri has to take her leave now."

"Is Missouri leaving?"