Crossing the azure as a black dragon

"kindness?"

Black Dragon looked at the clothes and felt they looked familiar. After thinking for a long time, he realized, "Isn't this the clothes that Cleveland just wore back?"

This guy looks so handsome, yet he needs someone else to do his laundry?

Black Dragon had already imagined the scene of Helena tearing Cleveland's clothes off.

That's great, really great.

The somewhat stuffy black dragon carried a chair out of the house and looked at the increasingly bright sky.

Blue sky, white clouds.

……

After Helena finished getting dressed, she woke up Black Dragon, who was almost asleep, and the two went to the office area.

The office area is right next to the land entrance to the port area, and it's quite close to the schools inside the port.

What is this school for?

Black Dragon yawned.

“From time to time, new ship girls are sent directly to the port, just like destroyers like Bush. After arriving, they will study at the school for a period of time.”

Helena explained.

Black Flying Dragon nodded, indicating that he understood.

There were security guards blocking the entrances and exits of the port area. They were human security guards. Black Dragon and Helena showed their identification before they were allowed to pass.

Across from the entrance is a large supermarket, next to which is a very ordinary human street. It's seven in the morning, and the whole street is bustling with people.

"Don't worry, these are just ordinary people living here."

Once outside the port area, Helena began to reassure the Black Flying Dragon.

Black Flying Dragon grunted in agreement.

Helena seems to have misunderstood something, but it's not a big deal.

The two crossed the road and walked straight into the mall. People nearby would give way to them when they saw them; no one directed them, it was their own spontaneous action.

The people here have great respect for ship girls.

The first floor of the mall was filled with various trendy items and clothing stores. Black Flying Dragon originally wanted to go straight to the second floor, but Helena pulled him in, and he bought a few sets of clothes that didn't look very feminine with a conflicted expression.

Upon reaching the second floor, Black Flying Dragon entered the household goods section, while Helena entered the medical and electronic equipment section.

A while later, Black Dragon came out carrying a blanket and several plastic buckets, and Helena also came out, carrying a bag in one hand.

"Is there anything else you want to buy?"

? ”

Helena noticed that the main character only took this little bit of stuff.

"Use this for now, and we'll get it next time if we need anything else."

If we buy any more Black Dragons, we'll have to deploy carrier-based aircraft to help with transport.

"also."

Helena nodded.

The two returned the way they came and got back to their residence.

"Black Flying Dragon".

Helena called out.

"kindness?"

Black Dragon put down his things and turned around.

"Here, take this."

Helena handed over one of the bags she was holding.

"?"

Black Flying Dragon took the bag and looked at it. The first thing he saw was a small welding torch, then a scanner, and the rest were various small electrical parts and several bottles of unknown contents.

“Maintaining ship equipment in this port costs money; it’s cheaper to do it yourself.”

Helena explained.

"Thank you... Is there anywhere in the port area to replenish carrier-based aircraft?"

Black Dragon paused for a moment and then asked.

"The armory has all kinds of ammunition and ship equipment, but I don't recommend you go to resupply now."

Helena answered.

"Going to resupply on your own will cost money, but if you accept a quest that guarantees contact with the Sirens, you will have one free resupply opportunity."

Helena added a sentence.

Black Flying Dragon understood immediately.

"Then I won't disturb your rest any longer. Good luck."

Helena cheered the black dragon on and walked away.

"..."

Black Dragon looked at what was in his hand and scratched his head.

After tidying up the house, Black Flying Dragon took a shower, changed into a loose T-shirt, and wore jeans.

This is casual wear; you'll need to change back into the previous outfit when you're ready to go out.

After finishing, Black Flying Dragon sat on the sofa in the living room, looking at the instruction manual in his hand.

This is the instruction manual tucked among those parts. It says that the ship girl's rigging, like the main gun parts of a battleship, requires regular maintenance. However, more care is needed when maintaining the rigging, and the maintenance cycle varies depending on the ship type…

After reading for a while, Black Flying Dragon threw the book aside with a headache, lay down on the sofa, and remained motionless for a moment.

Chapter Eight: A rope can saw through wood, and water can wear away stone.

As evening approached, Black Flying Dragon, who had been lying on the sofa, woke up.

"I haven't slept this soundly in a long time."

Black Dragon got up, stretched, glanced at the maintenance manual that had been tossed aside, and walked out of the living room.

The clothes that had been hanging outside were already dry. After tidying them up, I pushed open the door and went outside.

When I got home, the sun had just risen; when I left, the sun had just set.

"My biological clock is messed up?"

Black Dragon thought for a moment.

Thinking it over, Black Dragon walked into the port area. She had seen a gym-like place while strolling around earlier, and she decided to go there for a little workout.

The ship girls in this world don't have the system of fighting monsters and leveling up, and neither does she. However, this body contains infinite potential, and what she needs to do is to unleash that potential.

"La la la~"

As they walked, they heard beautiful music drifting from a distance. Looking over, Black Flying Dragon saw an open-air stage at the very end of the fork in the road, where a figure was jumping and singing, and there were some spectators below.

"I'll come listen to your songs when I have the chance."

Black Dragon withdrew its gaze.

So far, she has only memorized the area around her home; she hasn't explored most of the other places yet.

After walking for a while, she arrived at her destination.

If you walk straight from her house toward the office area, turn left once and you'll pass a small square. Beyond the square is the gym.

After crossing the square, Black Dragon arrived at the gym entrance, which had four glass doors through which one could see the people inside.

The lobby was brightly lit by incandescent lights. After walking around for a while, Black Dragon saw fitness equipment similar to that of a regular gym. In addition to these, there was a lot of space, and some of the spaces even had weapon racks next to them.

"How thoughtful!"

Black Flying Dragon walked to the weapon rack, looked at it, and reached out to take out a long sword that was about the same size as his own.

He grabbed the scabbard and drew out an unsharpened steel knife.

"Let's practice drawing the sword first."

Black Flying Dragon sheathed his sword, walked to a spot near a wall, casually drew his sword and swung it, creating a slight breeze.

She wasn't practicing the sword-drawing technique for combat, but rather training herself to draw her sword at any time.

"Hmm?"

After swinging his sword once, Black Flying Dragon stopped and looked at the sword in his hand with some confusion.

She was using practice mode just now, so even when using her own weapon, no sword energy would appear. However, she could clearly feel that if she applied a little more force, she could unleash sword energy.

"Could it be that the problem isn't with my knife, but with my man?"

Black Dragon felt something was off.

But no matter how strange it is, it's useless.

We still need to practice.

He reduced the intensity and practiced drawing his sword five hundred times, then swung it five hundred times.

"I'm in pretty good shape today."

After finishing, Black Flying Dragon put his sword back into its sheath with great satisfaction.

She didn't come to practice swordsmanship entirely for survival; rather, before she transmigrated, she had always admired swords and other cold weapons, but due to financial constraints, she had never been able to acquire proper knives.

It can only be said that survival plus interest ≠ 2.