Elder brother's garrison

Deep-sea amphibians are beings that cannot be communicated with, exchanged with, or educated.

Ferocious, cruel, and obsessed with destruction and slaughter, he is a vicious jackal.

—The above is humanity's view of the deep sea.

Such a creature, possessing such mature rationality and knowledge, even able to speak human language, and expressing its praise for humanity, is truly groundbreaking news that could shake the entire world.

“…Mmm…” A look of embarrassment appeared on Yamato’s face. She looked at the computer behind her, then looked down at the clothes she was wearing. “From a creative point of view, it is indeed a life form worthy of praise.”

—That's incredible.

"Why can you speak human language, Yamato-neechan?" Shiro asked again.

"Huh? Oh." Yamato was clearly unprepared for Shiro's question and paused for a moment before covering her mouth. "I've been here too long... I've gotten used to speaking human language... I even subconsciously used that language when I saw you just now..."

Shiro could sense a feeling of crisis creeping onto Yamato's face.

"Speaking of which, how did you learn it?" Yamato looked at Shiro with some curiosity. "It took me a lot of effort to learn this language."

"I am human."

"Here we go again." Yamato patted Shiro's head.

This child must have suffered inhumane treatment to be able to hide his pain in this way.

The ship girl in this naval base is truly a demon; how could she be so cruel to such a cute child?

Seeing the knowing look in Yamato's eyes, like "I know what you mean," Shiro sighed helplessly.

What could she do? She was desperate too.

"How did Yamato-neechan learn this language?" Shiro asked.

"This is what the admiral of the naval base taught me," Yamato shrugged. "I'm desperate too. If I don't learn, I can't play computer games."

Wow...

Is my brother really that amazing?

"Sigh, let's not talk about these things for now," Yamato Fukami said. "Anyway, were you also sent here to live here?"

"No, I am human."

Deep Sea Yamato silently patted Shiro's head.

"This room is a bit cramped for two people, but I usually play games on the computer desk when I'm not sleeping, so the space isn't very big. Just pretend I don't exist."

Oh no, this person won't listen to Xiaobai at all.

“If you want anything, just tell me, and I’ll send it to Lexington via QQ,” Yamato Akagi said.

Huh? Is communication really this convenient?

"That's all!" After saying that, Yamato Shinkai gave Shiro a relaxed and gentle smile, as if he was encouraging her to face the pain of life.

What happened to the aloof and unapproachable goddess of the high seas?!

Where are the heroes of the deep-sea amphibious ships we were promised?!

Where is the promised brutality and irrationality?!

Why?! So thoughtful and heartwarming!

Xiao Bai is even starting to think that it might be nice to live with this guy.

Tirpitz, please learn from Yamato!

Xiaobai covered her face.

She sighed.

"Never mind... I don't care anymore."

"Huh? What did you just say?" Deep Sea Yamato was shuffling back to the computer desk and didn't hear what Xiaobai said.

"It's nothing, nothing..." Xiaobai shook her head.

"Tell me if you have any problems, and I'll help you," said Yamato Shinkai, radiating a maternal glow.

She grabbed the headset from the computer desk, humming a song as she looked at the screen: "Oh, I rolled an orange item! Now my item level will go up a lot more."

"Yamato-neechan..."

"kindness?"

"Well, the reason I came here is to ask you some questions."

"Go ahead and ask."

"Yamato-neechan, do you know someone with blue cat ears, white hair, and blue eyes?" Shiro asked.

"Blue cat ears?" Yamato looked up and thought for a moment. "Is it a collar around its neck?"

"Okay." Xiaobai nodded.

“Pachina, I guess,” Yamato Akagi replied. “Do you know Akagi, the Akagi-no-Karako?”

"Oh, oh, oh." Xiaobai lowered her head.

I've heard of Pachina before; he's an exceptionally difficult deep-sea dean who has emerged in the last decade or so.

...But why does that person appear in my mental world?

"Does she have an older sister?" Xiaobai asked again.

"There are no sisters in the deep sea," Yamato chuckled. "There are only superiors and subordinates."

"And what about people who look similar?"

“…Hmm, if you put it that way, there really is such a thing.” Yamato Fukami pondered for a moment, “For example, the former headmaster of Pachina looked a lot like her.”

Xiao Bai was stunned.

The former dean...

She remembered the reason why Yi Xian had explained to her why they needed to capture Deep Sea Yamato.

Sooner or later, a leader will emerge in the seas filled with deep-sea resentment and deep-sea ships—the leader of the deep sea. If this leader disappears or dies, the next leader of the deep sea will slowly appear over time.

—Could pachina be the descendant of the Deep Sea Dean of the Deep Sea Ship Equipment that he has imprisoned?

That's a plausible explanation from Isan.

"What's wrong?" Deep Sea Yamato asked, seeing Shiro staring blankly.

"Hmm... there's someone who looks a lot like the one you described, Yamato-neechan, who's appeared in my... uh, my mental world," Shiro said.

"The spiritual world?" Yamato was unimpressed with this term.

Shiro looked up at Yamato in the deep sea.

"I can demonstrate," Shiro said, extending his hand to Yamato.

After seizing the ship equipment of the Abyssal Fleet, Xiaobai truly realized that ship girls and the Abyssal Fleet are almost identical in structure.

Saratoga once said that she had entered the grassland in Xiaobai's heart and also saw Xiaobai himself.

This seems to prove that Shiro has the ability to bring the spirit of the ship girls into the spiritual world.

Xiaobai, who was always afraid of something going wrong, had never tested this on ship girls before.

—If it were Deep Sea Yamato, I feel like if a small danger were to occur, I could just apologize and let it go.

"What are you demonstrating?" Yamato asked curiously.

However, Xiaobai did not answer her.

She simply closed her eyes and waved her arms at Yamato Fukami.

Yamato felt as the little girl in front of him waved her arm, and a strange thing like a wave engulfed him.

She was about to speak when her vision began to blur.

With a thud.

Yamato Fukami slumped off the chair and onto the floor, his eyes vacant.

Chapter 180 introduces this to everyone; this is my wife.

A strong gust of wind blew in her face, and Xiaobai instinctively raised her hand to shield her face.

The faint fragrance of grass mixed with the moist air entered my nose.

Xiao Bai lowered her hand.

She returned to that boundless grassland.

"Where is this?" A slightly puzzled voice came from beside Shiro.

"This is my mental world, Yamato-nee..." Shiro replied, looking to her side.

Before he could even speak, Shiro took a step or two back after seeing what Yamato looked like.

The Deep Sea Yamato in front of Shiro is not the same as the one in the prison of the newbie naval base.

Yamato's originally loose, pale hair was tied into a single ponytail, hanging down her back, making her look much more capable.

Amethyst-like exposed armor was fastened to her body, accentuating the woman's beautiful figure even more. Two huge purple beast horns protruded from her skin on her neck and forehead, like giant swords.

Yamato's eyes, which had always been gentle and considerate, now seemed to be filled with a cold and dignified expression.

More importantly, Xiaobai could see the black aura swirling around her.

That's something that only comes from the deep-sea resentment that all the deans possess, when it accumulates to a certain degree.

"Huh? What's wrong with you?" Deep Sea Yamato noticed the strange look in Shiro's eyes and curiously raised his hand. "Am I weird... Huh?"

On Shenhai Yamato's snow-white and slender hands, ten purple fingernails were as sharp as the fangs of a wild beast, gleaming with a cold and fierce light.

"Huh?" Yamato frowned and flipped his hand over. "How did I turn back?"

She looked towards Xiaobai: "A mental space?"

Xiaobai nodded.

"Hmm...you've pulled me into your head?" Yamato Akagi used a more colloquial way of putting it.

"It should be about the same," Xiaobai replied.

"So, I guess I'm a spiritual being now, right?" Yamato Shinkai touched the purple beast horn on his forehead with a touch of nostalgia. "That's fine."

The concept of a spiritual entity may seem a bit mystical, but it can be understood as Yamato's impression of himself.

If we compare Xiaobai's mental world to an online game, then Shenhai Yamato's current situation is like creating a character and entering this game world. Her current image is just a character she subconsciously created based on her memories of herself.

"I never knew you had this kind of ability, it's truly amazing." Yamato Shinkai grinned, showing his teeth. "You must have very strong mental power."

Although her appearance seems to have reverted to that of a public enemy, Deep Sea Yamato's heart still seems to be that of a considerate and gentle otaku.

Xiao Bai felt a little relieved.

"Is there such a thing as spiritual power in the deep sea?" Xiaobai asked.

"Huh? You just became the dean?" Deep Sea Yamato was a little puzzled by Shiro's question. After thinking for a moment, a trace of sympathy appeared in his eyes. "Well... you were captured right after becoming the dean. Your life is quite miserable."

"..."

Seeing Yamato's confident expression, Shiro gave up trying to explain.

“We Deep Sea Lords, who are at the Dean level, all possess spiritual power,” Deep Sea Yamato explained. “It is through this that we can command the smaller fish that are lower than ourselves. However, I have been a Dean for several hundred years now, and this kind of spiritual power that can turn into a grassland is the first time I have ever seen it.”

Deep Sea Yamato looked at Shiro with an expression of amazement, as if saying, "Our Deep Sea is about to become rich!"

However, Xiaobai became interested in a little word that Shenhai Yamato had just mentioned.

"...How long have you been the director, Yamato-neechan?"

"Several hundred years."

Shiro covered his mouth in surprise, staring blankly at the Deep Sea Yamato in front of him.

As Yamato saw Shiro looking him over, he cooperated by striking a cool pose with his hands on his hips.

This young, beautiful, aloof, helpful, and stunningly beautiful woman with a curvaceous figure is already several hundred years old.

Time...time stopped!

"Hmm? Is that strange?" Yamato tilted his head.