Elder brother's garrison

It wasn't until this point that I slowly realized, oh, this game isn't actually that fun.

—The fact that Xiaobai's older brother is a diligent admiral is probably a self-deprecating joke.

Does that mean I should quit?

I thought this to myself for the first time.

Sigh, this game has come to an end.

Is that so? Anyway, I can participate in all the events and collect everything. If I continue playing, it's just a repetitive cycle of the official ships being released, which I then farm and build, consuming the resources I've painstakingly saved up, and then slowly accumulating resources after graduation to wait for the next new ship to be implemented.

Once or twice is fine, but this cycle has been going on for a year.

From the initial enthusiasm, spending day and night grinding fish while shouting that he would surpass Xinma to become the number one in the cat server (the hardcore player who ranked first on the strength list, and also the only super veteran in Kantai Collection as of October 29th), to fully realizing the gap between himself and the veteran, understanding that his previous boastful words were an incredibly shameful black history, and then gradually becoming rusty in Kantai Collection under other new temptations.

—Should I quit this fandom?

Yes, there really isn't much to do anymore.

As I watched the big shots in the group slowly sell their accounts, and as more and more friends in my friend list remained inactive for months, I thought to myself...

Then I'll quit this game.

So I stared at the Kantai Collection game icon for a long time.

"Forget it," I thought to myself.

I became curious about myself for having this strange thought. Because I'm not actually a very warm-hearted person; I don't like to talk, I'm withdrawn, and I don't want to hold onto anything I don't like for even a second.

Since I no longer like Kantai Collection, why am I still reluctant to delete it?

I stared blankly at my phone and asked myself this question.

Why don't you delete it?

Well, this game isn't a money pit anyway, the developers are really generous. Even if you quit and come back a year later to play for a couple of days, you'll still be a pro. So why don't you keep playing? You can log in every day to check on your waifu, right?

I convinced myself of this.

Then I looked at the character art in the game.

—I admit I lied.

That was a lie. I wouldn't leave a game behind for such a strange reason.

People can be surprisingly ruthless, especially after you lose interest in a game.

Then I realized that I had always known the reason.

This is a reason that everyone here can guess.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I looked at the character art in the game.

Oh dear, I'm such a fool.

Yes, Kantai Collection (Kantai Collection) is a fairly ordinary game; aside from its fair and non-pay-to-win operation, it has almost nothing remarkable about it. It has consistently maintained a lukewarm presence among similar games.

—But I just can't bear to part with it.

I can't bear to part with these "wives" I called out to them over and over again in the group just because I thought it was fun.

Perhaps it was during one of those times that he started to genuinely consider them his wives.

I closed the game, but I didn't click the "x" in the upper right corner.

Even now, I still log into Kantai Collection every day when I think of it and do some expeditions or something.

Then, around that time, I wrote a novel.

A commander with liver cancer died on the beach, and then his younger brother inherited his naval base or something.

The first half of the sentence is probably my subconscious self-criticism.

As for the younger brother, when I read it myself, I found that no matter how I read it, it gave me a strong sense of discomfort related to NTR, so I changed it to a timid, kind and pure younger sister.

—My foolish motorcycle, trying to steal Onii-chan's beloved naval base won't be that easy.

—With this slight malice, I became certain of my sister's peculiar character.

This kind of persona isn't very appealing.

——Okay, I've gone off-topic.

When I was writing this novel, I didn't have an outline. I just wrote as I went along. But the images of the ship girl characters appeared in my mind as if they had been pondering for a long time.

Lively Fubuki, serious and earnest Bismarck, gentle and virtuous Lexington, and spirited and energetic Saratoga.

When writing dialogue, you don't need to think about what ship girl will say what in what place; your fingers will automatically type it out in the text file.

—Oh, so they've already taken up residence in my heart all along.

In my heart, each of them is smiling.

—Thank you to the artists, thank you to the fanfiction writers. Thank you to all the group members who joined us in calling her "waifu" in the chat.

It is you who have given me this level of understanding of ship girls.

You guys filled in the blank spaces behind the ship girl illustrations.

Give them personality, give them stories, give them sorrow and tears.

thank you all.

From the perspective of an author who doesn't have to worry about character design, and from the perspective of an ordinary player, thank you.

To all the friends who have helped me build this world and read this online article, thank you.

Without you, this novel would be nothing more than a poorly written mess of nonsense; it is you who have sustained the hearts of both the readers and the writer.

When you see a ship girl appear, you can immediately picture her pose.

When I see her act, I think to myself, "Yes, that's exactly what the real xxx would do."

My wife is the best in the world.

Right?

—I express my heartfelt gratitude for the above.

2017 January 10

An elderly admiral who has decided not to quit the game and will continue to be a lazy bum

Chapter 26 Is it wrong for my older sister to have small breasts?

Changchun's mouth gaped wide open.

"Wait, this is fraud!" Changchun slammed his hand on the table. "Comrade! This isn't halal! This is entrapment!"

“…ton ton ton?” Xiao Bai thought for a moment and then uttered these words.

"No, waaaaaah..." Changchun threw himself into Xiaobai's arms, burying his face in Xiaobai's lap and refusing to get up. "Admiral, please don't confiscate Changchun's vodka, waaaaah, Changchun will die without vodka, waaaaah..."

Changchun's hair was as white as snowflakes, and Xiaobai couldn't help but reach out and touch Changchun's head.

"...But drinking alcohol is bad for your health."

"It's okay, Changchun is a ship girl, this little bit of alcohol won't be a problem, she won't even get drunk, sob sob sob..." Changchun raised her head and stared at Xiaobai with a pair of big, teary eyes.

Her little mouth was pouting, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

...You admitted defeat so quickly.

"But……"

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah..." Changchun covered his eyes and cried out in grief and indignation.

"...Okay." Xiaobai really couldn't handle this kind of shameless and unreasonable behavior.

"Oh, really?" In an instant, Changchun returned to normal, his bright eyes filled with the joy of "Admiral is awesome, Changchun is so happy."

"Socialist cannon liquor..." Xiao Bai patted Changchun's head again, "...you have to be moderate."

"Hey... Admiral, don't spoil her." Fubuki's voice came over at that moment.

"When Kokang finishes drinking, he always reeks of alcohol and shouts 'Vodka, cheers, ton ton ton' at everyone." Fubuki pouted and said, "Let's just confiscate it."

"Eek! You you you you you—" Changchun looked like he had been stabbed in the back.

Her pretty little face was contorted in a grimace, like something out of a play.

"really?"

"There is no such thing as 'nothing exists,' no such thing as 'extinction'..."

"..." Xiaobai silently looked at Changchun.

"Waaah... I'm sorry." Changchun immediately deflated.

Her little head was drooping, like a wronged little princess.

Xiao Bai had the illusion that he was the villain.

"Never mind." Xiaobai coughed lightly, as if this unnecessary action would make her image more dignified. "I'm not going to interfere with the drinking."

"Really?" Xiao Changchun looked up and asked in surprise.

“It’s not good to act crazy when you’re drunk,” Xiaobai said. “If you do it again next time, I’ll confiscate your things.”

"Mmm-hmm-hmm." Changchun nodded rapidly, like a hamster cracking sunflower seeds.

"Hey—Admiral, you're being unfair." Fubuki immediately became unhappy, pouting as she spoke to Shiro.

"Omitted." Changchun turned around and made a face at Chuixue.

Before its refit, the Changchun was a Russian ship, and it had other characteristics that distinguished it from ships of other countries, including the belief that cannons are justice.

—He loves drinking.

The large, thick, and bold design of the cannons instilled in them a bold and unrestrained personality, which naturally led them to love drinks that could give people a strong and stimulating feeling.

Although it is explicitly stated that destroyers cannot drink alcohol, Xiaobai also knows that this is a manifestation of the ship girls' personalities and an inseparable part of their original nature.

So she definitely wouldn't do something like destroying a ship's nature, but after hearing that Changchun invited other destroyers to expend tons of resources, Xiaobai felt that she still needed to give them a little warning.

Just give them a little scare.

Shiro knew that she was too soft-hearted when Fubuki complained.

You can't exactly keep a stern face at elementary school students, after all, Xiaobai isn't much bigger than the destroyers in terms of appearance, and Changchun's physical development after the modification even surpasses it.

Thinking of this, Xiaobai couldn't help but laugh.

"Ugh... the Admiral is doing this again!" Seeing Shiro's speechless reaction, Fubuki, who was holding bottles and jars, immediately ran to Shiro's side to express her dissatisfaction.

As the nominal manager of the destroyer combat base, Fubuki must have long been dissatisfied with Changchun's drinking. Although she wouldn't normally go to the admiral's office to report him, she certainly wouldn't easily give up an opportunity to teach Changchun a lesson.

"Hmph." Changchun was naturally not afraid of Fubuki. Since the admiral, who was his superior, said he would not pursue the matter, Changchun felt as if he had received a pardon. No matter how much Fubuki talked, he would not back down.

She unconsciously straightened her upper body, and her exceptionally large bust, a rarity on a destroyer, was vaguely visible through her clothes.

"Eek!" Fubuki exclaimed in surprise, pointing at Changchun with her finger, her words stammering, "Kokang, you you you..."

"It's no longer Kokang. It's Changchun now!" Changchun gave a soft hum and raised his chin.

Her long, silver hair, cascading like a waterfall, swayed back and forth across Changchun's waist with each movement, giving her an unexpectedly feminine appearance.

After undergoing the transformation into a missile destroyer, the Changchun has indeed bid farewell to the standard deck-shaped body of most traditional destroyers, becoming more shapely and even fuller.

Back then, Changchun was always wrapped in a big quilt and wearing a tall hat all year round. Although she had delicate features, she was still just a little girl. But now, Changchun has put on a youthful and beautiful sailor uniform. Her figure, which far surpasses that of the expulsion, is paired with rare long silver hair, making her seem as if she has grown up by ten years.

Although Changchun herself did not realize it, this simple straightening of her back was a huge blow to the "traditional destroyer" Fubuki.

As the eldest sister, Fubuki should theoretically have a more mature body than the other four Fubuki sisters. However, for some inexplicable reason, Fubuki's physical development is among the worst of her sisters.

—Well, it's a little embarrassing to talk about, it's about the chest area.

To put it simply, all three younger sisters are more developed than Fubuki.

Now, even Changchun, which had always been her equal, had grown from a little girl into a young woman. In an instant, Fubuki felt a sense of desolation, as if she had been abandoned.

Therefore, Fubuki felt that drinking and drunken antics could no longer interest her.

“…Traitor.” Not knowing what to say, Fubuki could only say this to Changchun with a face full of grief and indignation.

"Huh?" Changchun looked completely bewildered.

Fubuki put down the bottles and jars in her hands, and as if vying for favor, pushed aside Changchun and snuggled into Xiaobai's arms.