Elder brother's garrison

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“Big Sister Veneto, please…please wait a moment…please vomit…please be sure to use my vomit…” The little girl with wheat-colored hair crawled toward Veneto, a pink credit card trembling in her hand.

“It’s not a lot of money.” Veneto simply swiped his card on the card reader. “You should take care of yourself first.”

"Okay..." The wheat-colored girl was extremely disappointed that she hadn't been able to help when her older sister said that to her, and even the long ahoge on her head drooped down in disappointment.

"Little girls, are you ship girls here?" The old man looked at the five little girls with different expressions and couldn't help but click his tongue in admiration.

Such a young girl is actually a ship girl? She looks like an elementary school student.

“…Hmm.” Veneto thought for a moment, and it seemed that this wasn’t something that needed to be kept secret. She nodded. “We are all ship girls, and they are my four good-for-nothing subordinates.”

"Waaah... Big Sister is so strict..."

"A destroyer known for its speed was scared half to death by a land vehicle? Do you believe it yourselves?" Veneto crossed his arms, seemingly unprepared to show any mercy to his subordinates.

"Uh... I'm so sorry... I'm speechless..."

Veneto sighed.

She really wanted to say something like, "Look at other people's destroyers, the Admiral's beloved four sisters, those American destroyers, each one a master of battlefield combat. Even I would find them a bit of a headache if I encountered them. And look at my own ships, these few that only know how to act cute and cosplay, there are hardly any of them that are any good."

Veneto couldn't help but hold his forehead.

—My Italian pills.

"Destroyer?" the old man asked curiously, leaning against the car door.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you must have seen this,” Veneto said. “Yes, they are destroyers.”

"I don't know much about destroyers, but they seem to be very powerful ship girls." The old man knew nothing about naval warfare, but since he was in front of the person in question, he decided to say as many nice things as possible.

Veneto could tell that the old man didn't know anything about this, but he didn't explain and just smiled silently.

—After all, I'm the guardian of these little brats, so I'll just praise them if I want.

"You guys have it tough, you all look so young."

“I’m an adult,” Veneto added.

However, it seems the old man didn't quite understand Veneto's statement about her coming of age.

"So this is what destroyers in the naval base look like. I rarely see ship girls these days, but I've been lucky lately. I even saw an adult ship girl a week ago, and she was so beautiful. White hair, red eyes, her figure and her aura, and that little girl with long blonde hair, her eyes were so mischievous and intelligent..."

—Is it Bismarck and… Saratoga?

Veneto felt a little curious.

Leaving Saratoga aside, Bismarck is not the kind of person who would leave the naval base casually.

"If destroyers could grow up, the five of you would all be as beautiful as them in the future, right?"

Suddenly, the old man could feel the atmosphere around him instantly become quiet.

The four little girls groaning on the ground seemed to have seen something terrible, and their physical discomfort vanished instantly.

Four terrified little faces silently stared at Veneto's retreating figure.

"Crack!" A crisp sound.

Veneto's credit card was crushed in his hand.

Veneto's lips twitched slightly as he took a deep breath and tried his best to maintain a smile.

"what happened?"

"...I am not a destroyer."

"what?"

“I’m very sorry, but I am not a destroyer.” Veneto said slowly, maintaining a smile.

"Ah, what is that...?"

"I'm very sorry, sir, we need to go in. If you stay here any longer, I can't guarantee you won't be suspected of being a spy or something and get blown up by an aircraft carrier."

"What! Why didn't anyone say this before..."

"I'll tell you now."

"what?"

"I'll tell you now."

"..." Seemingly sensing strong hostility from the little girl, the old man retreated back into the carriage, completely bewildered.

No matter what, these little girls are ship girls, so their words still carry some weight.

The old man quickly drove away from the garrison.

Sigh...did I say something wrong earlier?

I watched the taxi leave.

Veneto turned around and looked at the four little girls behind him.

"Eek!" The four girls huddled together, trembling.

“Aviel.” Veneto’s shiny forehead bulged with veins that he could hardly conceal.

"Huh? Ah! What's wrong, Miss Veneto!" The best-developed red-haired destroyer was pushed out by her three companions.

Aviel's fearful expression seemed to make Veneto realize that his expression might have been a little too stern.

“I am, a battleship, right?” Veneto lowered his head, looking at Aviel’s chest that seemed about to explode, and murmured.

“Mmm-h ...

Veneto lowered his head, but Aviel's words did not restore any of his confidence.

She placed her hand, which was covered by a black glove, on her chest.

There, it was like a tranquil sky and sea.

Cloudless.

Calm.

“I’m a battleship, right?” Veneto looked up at the three destroyers behind Aviel who were still huddled together, trembling.

"Yes Yes!"

"The eldest sister is the strongest battleship!"

"Uh-huh-huh-huh!"

……

"Thank you." For some reason, Veneto's eyes were filled with glistening tears.

Indeed, it's because you guys understand me that I love you all so much!

Chapter 74 Soulmate

Veneto is a battleship ship girl from the newbie naval base.

Unlike Lexington, Hood, and Bismarck, who were veteran ship girls who had served in the naval base for ten years, Veneto was already the best naval base in the world when the admiral built her.

Veneto's service time was only five or six years.

In Veneto's memory, the admiral at that time looked quite energetic, but there was a vague sense of weariness and exhaustion.

Until a few years ago, the admiral disappeared like a bubble.

What does it feel like for a ship girl to lose her admiral?

Because Veneto entered the naval base quite late, and the naval base was very busy at the time, he rarely had the chance to see the admiral, so he always felt like he was in a dream.

I dreamt of an admiral, then I woke up and the admiral was gone.

However, this sense of disillusionment truly vanished when he saw the admiral's wedding ship.

On a deckchair in the square, Miss Renown sat alone, looking haggard, touching her wedding ring, unable to hear anything. Her sister, Counterattack, stood beside her, crying and begging her to eat a bite of food, but she didn't react at all.

Bismarck looked quite normal, but her face was as cold as if it would never thaw.

I've occasionally seen Tirpitz at night, and he seems like a completely different person, which is quite frightening.

Saratoga and Lexington have been living in the Admiral's office for a long time, dealing with heavy workloads that seem to appear out of nowhere, just like the previous Admirals. During mission handovers, you can see the increasingly weary look in Lexington's eyes, much like the Admiral's.

Come to think of it, only those wailing and crying destroyers seem somewhat normal.

—At least, I don't look as depressed as others.

Well, thankfully I'm not a marriage ship.

That's what Veneto thought at the time.

Then, I was enveloped by a sense of guilt that came from within.

Veneto felt deeply powerless and desperate about the state of the naval base at the time. So she asked Lexington for a leave of absence.

Indefinite leave.

Like many other ship girls, she "escaped" the naval base when she saw no hope.

Fortunately, as the leader of Italy, Veneto had some savings, enough to live comfortably for a few years. So she left the naval base with the few destroyers who had always accompanied her and began traveling the world.

Life away from home is not easy.

Because of their extremely young appearance, Veneto and her friends have been mistaken for five lost little girls by the police countless times, and have also encountered several perverts with malicious intent.

When traveling by plane or train, they are often mistaken for children who have gotten separated from their parents.

To make herself look more mature, Veneto chose many adult (small size) clothes, bought a lot of cosmetics, got used to high heels that she had never been used to before, and dyed her white hair black.

I used every method possible to make myself appear more mature.

But the troubles didn't decrease.

After all, in most people's eyes, Veneto has always been a popular elementary school student.

...So although Veneto hasn't grown a centimeter in height in the past few years, his reaction to this has become several times more intense than before.

After all, there was a time at sea when Veneto blasted a 100-meter-long pirate ship into rubble just because of a single word about a destroyer.

While the four destroyers were still recovering from motion sickness, Veneto walked alone to the gate of the naval base, pinched her chin, and raised her head.

“Two years have passed,” Veneto murmured, looking at the gates of the naval base.

He left Lexington's contact information before leaving, so Veneto was aware of the changes at the naval base.

The admiral's sister inherited the naval base, bringing hope to this lifeless place.

After learning the news in the human world, Veneto, after dealing with some matters related to the human world, set off with his family back to the town hall.

"Reporting, Big Sister!" Camicia, with her long, wheat-colored hair, reached out her hand from behind Veneto. "We're much better now!"

“Hmm.” Veneto turned to look at Camicia and her sister Aviel, who was a head taller than her but was still hunched over behind Camicia.

Every time Veneto saw Aviel's chest, he felt like there was a thorn stuck in his heart.

Sensing Veneto's gaze, Aviel shrank back behind her sister with a look of fear on her face.

“Antonio, Ugolini, are you ready?” Veneto asked the other two destroyers.

“Yes.” The black-haired Antonio nodded, holding Ugolini’s hand.

Ugolini also covered his mouth and nodded.

—My fleet of destroyers has really gathered all the ship girls with loli attributes.

Veneto took off his sunglasses and looked towards the admiral's quarters in the distance.

"So, isn't it time to go back and say hello?"

Just at this time.

The sound of a car horn came from the direction Veneto and her companions had come from.

A white car slowly drove up and stopped in front of the garrison.

The car had just stopped when the back door was pushed open.

Saratoga, dressed in a white dress, jumped out of the car.

"Oh ho ho, the air at the naval base."

On the other side of the car door, Bismarck, dressed in a stylish black outfit, also got out, took out several red bills from his clothes, and handed them to the driver.