"Z23, Nimi-chan! Stop looking at those technical manuals for one second!" Javelin chirped, waving a flyer for the base’s newest juice stand. "The ice is melting, and so are we!"
The sun over the Azur Lane base was particularly stubborn today, baking the docks in a heat that made even the rigging feel heavy. For Javelin, however, the temperature was just an excuse to mobilize her best friends for a "Strategic Cooling Operation."
Defeated by the combined logic of a sleepyhead and a gamer, Z23 sighed and closed her book. "Fine. But we walk in formation. No running." Azur Lane: Bisoku Zenshin!
"Every day at this base is a battle against boredom," Laffey murmured, leaning her head on Z23’s shoulder. "We won today."
"To a successful sortie!" Javelin cheered, clinking her glass against the others. "Z23, Nimi-chan
As the four of them sat there—the energetic Javelin, the studious Z23, the drifting Laffey, and the quiet Ayanami—the grand war of the oceans felt like a distant memory. Here, in the quiet "Bisoku Zenshin" pace of life, the only thing that mattered was the ice in their cups and the friends by their side.
Ayanami put her console away, watching the seagulls circle the harbor. "The flavor is... 10 out of 10. Desu." For Javelin, however, the temperature was just an
Ayanami nodded silently, her gaze fixed on a handheld gaming console. "The boss fight requires high frame rates. Heat causes thermal throttling. We must seek the juice stand for the sake of the high score."