The Divine Throne of Shipgirls

But if Hikaru had a drink with every single person? With thousands of Marshals and tens of thousands of shipgirls present, his liver would never survive it.

So Lexington simply forbade him from drinking at all.

Senior Marshal Noboru's face darkened. He pointed the bottle at Hikaru. "So you really won't drink?"

The smile faded from Hikaru's face as he watched the amber liquid run down Noboru's sleeve.

"That's good liquor… don't waste it."

Masaki immediately sensed trouble and stepped between the two, bowing slightly as he smiled at Noboru. "Hikaru's under strict orders from his wife—not much fun. If he won't drink, I'll drink with you instead."

Smack!

Noboru struck Masaki across the face with a powerful slap, sending him flying off the bow of the ship.

"I said you're gonna drink!"

With a furious bellow, Noboru lifted the vodka bottle and swung it down at Hikaru's head.

As the bottle came crashing down, his killing intent became tangible, like a blade of malice in the air.

Hikaru's pupils contracted, his body tensed instinctively, muscles coiling like steel cables ready to strike back.

But then—he remembered something. His counterstrike stalled.

That single moment's hesitation was enough. The bottle was nearly at his forehead.

Crack-crack-crack!

A chain of light shattered the bottle mid-swing and surged upward like a parasitic worm, blasting Noboru's entire right hand to pieces.

"Stand down!!"

Fleet Admiral Gorou's thunderous voice roared across the ship. At the same time, an overwhelming pressure radiated from him, blanketing the deck like a tidal wave.

The sea froze still under the Fleet Admiral's pressure, right at the moment a splash of spray had risen into the air.

Even Masaki, falling headfirst off the bow, was suspended mid-air.

A pair of icy, glowing eyes slowly opened in Hikaru's arms.

They were a mix of blue and red—but the red swirled like a vortex, spinning larger and brighter with each second.

Under that gaze, no one on the deck could even move a finger.

Tirpitz clenched her delicate fist. A soul-chilling aura of murder poured from her body, her eyes leaking a crimson glow at the corners.

Fleet Admiral Gorou was enraged. His voice exploded like thunder.

"I said, stand down!"

Bottles, plates, and glasses shattered across the deck. The Silent Horizon, with a displacement of over 100,000 tons, groaned under the weight of that command, dipping violently into the waves and sending a surge of millions of tons of water into the air.

But Tirpitz acted like she hadn't heard.

She threw a punch.

"Rozan Rising Dragon Punch!!"

Noboru was launched like a missile, soaring into the sky. His chest and abdomen caved in from the blow, and blood rained down like a storm.

A figure streaked upward like an eagle, catching Noboru midair and bringing him back down.

It was Marshal Heizou, his face all hardened muscle and rage. He sealed Noboru's crushed torso and shouted hoarsely, "Organ damage! Healers!"

A red-haired shipgirl in a kitchen apron hurried over to administer emergency aid. She was the shipgirl Vulcan**, known for her powerful healing abilities.

Fleet Admiral Gorou stomped through the crowd—boom, boom, boom—each step leaving deep impressions in the deck. Despite being only a few centimeters thick, the deck was forged from high-strength tungsten alloy, capable of withstanding a plane crash without a scratch. Yet his fury cracked it step by step.

His strength leaking so blatantly meant he was furious beyond restraint.

He marched right up to Hikaru and roared like a lion:

"Are you only going to calm down after killing him?!"

His roar had the force of a beast in the mountains, thick with the killing intent of a man who had survived a hundred battles. Everyone nearby felt their hair stand on end.

Before Hikaru could respond, dozens of jet fighters burst from thin air around him, expanding to the size of golden eagles. Thirty or so of them now hovered above and around the Fleet Admiral, their noses trained on him.

The aircraft were painted blue with stars and lightning bolts on the fuselage. Each wing mounted three rockets, and their four aircraft cannons locked onto Gorou like predators.

One of them had been the one to destroy Noboru's hand with its machine gun.

Surrounded by firepower, Fleet Admiral Gorou widened his eyes.

"What? You going to kill me now? Go ahead—DO IT!"

Lexington appeared at Hikaru's side, her face cold as frost.

"This all started because that Marshal over there threatened my Commander first."

Marshal Heizou's face twitched as he growled, "He was just trying to scare Hikaru a little—did you have to go that far?! What, if Hikaru loses a single hair, you're gonna kill someone?!"

Lexington snorted. "My Commander isn't some fragile flower. But anyone who tries to hurt him—is our mortal enemy."

[End of Chapter]

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