Missouri suddenly flopped across the desk, wailing, "Commander, I've made great contributions for you!"
This girl really had a flair for drama—maybe because the historical USS Missouri had starred in so many movies.
"You've got no chance," Hikaru crushed her fantasy without hesitation. "Only G-Faction ships. The three summons are all limited to them, and they're random."
At once, the eyes of the G-Faction girls lit up—like hungry wolves flashing green in the dark when caught in a spotlight.
"They're holding a denunciation rally, cursing you for being biased toward us G-Faction."
Z17, wearing bunny-ear hairpins, shut the rec room door and turned around with a smirk.
The room was packed wall-to-wall with all the G-Faction shipgirls.
At the center, a white-haired, sharp-eyed woman gave a cold laugh.
"If nobody's jealous, you're mediocre. If you ask me, the Commander isn't biased enough in our favor."
This was Hindenburg, the wild, fierce battleship of the G-Faction.
Prinz Eugen glanced at Z17 and teased, "You just want to get back to your husband, don't you? You only got married to him recently, and then he vanished."
Z17 flushed scarlet.
Her skill was a devastating one—locking onto an enemy and crippling them with overwhelming debuffs. In high-difficulty Abyssal campaigns, she was always placed at the head of kill-squads meant to take down enemy flagships, and time and time again, she succeeded.
After so many feats, even a Commander reluctant to give a destroyer a ring had been moved. Following one massive campaign, Hikaru had given Z17 a ring—and then the grand campaigns against the Abyssals ceased entirely.
Hindenburg nodded. "Among the small ships, Z17 has the highest chance of being summoned. The Commander may claim it's random, but his track record proves he can't be trusted."
Another woman disagreed. She wore her uniform crisp and perfect, even keeping her peaked cap on indoors.
"I don't think so. The Commander was telling the truth. As shipgirls, we shouldn't doubt him."
This was Von Hutten, a battleship with a stern, almost rigid military personality. By sheer stats, she was the strongest in the entire G-Faction.
Hindenburg rolled her eyes and spread her hands—too lazy to argue further.
"In any case, we need to treat this summoning like a proper war council." Hindenburg slammed a fist down. "This meeting has to be fought like a battle."
Not that there was really much to analyze—it was random, like pulling a lottery.
But no one said that aloud.
Hindenburg's gaze swept the room. "First, the large ships. Our series already has two battleships with the Commander. That leaves me, Von Hutten, Moltke, Graf Spee, the Scharnhorst sisters, and Graf Zeppelin—seven in total. That's a one-in-seven chance."
Among these, Moltke and the Scharnhorst twins were battlecruisers, Spee the so-called "pocket battleship," and Zeppelin the G-Faction' only carrier.
All those mentioned stirred slightly, for who didn't want to be summoned to the Commander's side?
Then, from the group of wolfpack submarines, a pink-haired girl raised her hand. "What about me? I want to see Big Sis Tirpitz again."
"Lützow…" Hindenburg rubbed her temple. "You count as a Large ship?"
"I don't think so." Von Hutten shook her head, pointing at Spee. "Look at Spee—she's middle-schooler height, but she's still classed as a large ship."
Graf Spee felt like she'd been shot in the chest.
She couldn't help it—historically she was a "pocket battleship," really closer to a heavy cruiser than a true battleship.
Lützow gave a depressed little "oh," hugged her doll, and sat back among the wolfpack.
She was practically a younger version of Tirpitz—in fact, that's exactly what she was. Aside from slightly weaker stats, she even possessed the same "Arctic Storm" skill.
Of course, her level was nowhere near Tirpitz's.
The G-Faction was a massive faction, but the fiercest competition was among the small ships.
Hindenburg scanned the crowd. "Medium ships are easier. Just the Köln sisters, Leipzig, Admiral Hipper, and Eugen—five total."
But when it came to the small ships? That was a blood-red ocean.
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