Azur Lane: Bisoku: Zenshin!

Defeated by the combined logic of a sleepyhead and a gamer, Z23 sighed and closed her book. "Fine. But we walk in formation. No running."

"Z23, Nimi-chan! Stop looking at those technical manuals for one second!" Javelin chirped, waving a flyer for the base’s newest juice stand. "The ice is melting, and so are we!"

The walk to the canteen was a quintessential Azur Lane afternoon. They passed Agano teasing a flustered Sendai, and nearly tripped over a group of Manjuus trying to transport a beach ball three times their size. When they finally reached the stand, the "specialty" was a neon-blue concoction served in a glass shaped like a naval mine. Azur Lane: Bisoku Zenshin!

"Every day at this base is a battle against boredom," Laffey murmured, leaning her head on Z23’s shoulder. "We won today."

As the four of them sat there—the energetic Javelin, the studious Z23, the drifting Laffey, and the quiet Ayanami—the grand war of the oceans felt like a distant memory. Here, in the quiet "Bisoku Zenshin" pace of life, the only thing that mattered was the ice in their cups and the friends by their side. Defeated by the combined logic of a sleepyhead

"To a successful sortie!" Javelin cheered, clinking her glass against the others.

Ayanami put her console away, watching the seagulls circle the harbor. "The flavor is... 10 out of 10. Desu." No running

Ayanami nodded silently, her gaze fixed on a handheld gaming console. "The boss fight requires high frame rates. Heat causes thermal throttling. We must seek the juice stand for the sake of the high score."