Kancolle Kantai Collection Novels & Stories

The same octahedral ships that the Engineer and the Administrator used, and were now owned by Raijin. — Fleet of the Great Wave Devastators: 5 Carriers: 10 Battleships: 10 Cruisers: 100 Destroyers: 200 Frigates: 500 Fighters: 2000 Mecha: 2000 — “Apologies for the delay,” Raijin told the Einherjar through comms. “I was practicing how to control an entire fleet on my own. It’s tough, but I’m ready to fight.”

“I am not going anywhere. This war must stop, now.” Bozo chuckled. Kachi had broken out of his hiding place and was running towards them. In his hands was the rein of Bozo’s black stallion. A horse he had named, Ghost, some few days ago. “Take her to safety,” Bozo grunted and took the rein from the commander, “Make sure her injuries are attended to.” Kachi nodded and tried to take Ejima, but the woman would have none of it. “I said this war should end now.”

As for the size of the ship, the envoy did say that it was a former warship and is currently one of the few transportations capable of getting to the island. Cai Kang hugs everyone but notices that Kurai looking more unhappy than he does with his goodbyes. Nuying had to pat him down before he hugs her to death. When Cai Kang and Kurai got onto a large wooden ship. Their jaws are dropped at the mere sight of the interior. It is way too damn big. It has several floors and the lower floors even have spaces for cannons. This is a warship. In addition to that, the other passengers are the entire Nadeshiko squadron who are their protection unit. It makes up at least over fifty people.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

Their gazes collided in the air—sparks flew. This wasn’t an internship. This was war. That night, Takuto’s bedroom had transformed into a full-scale war room. The walls were covered in Kimura Heavy Industries’ org charts His desk had three laptops running real-time simulations and data crunching Beside the bed, his orange tabby Daifuku wore a tiny badge labeled “Chief Executive Advisor” “The situation is serious,” Takuto muttered, adjusting his imaginary glasses. “Kenta was an industry elite in his past life. He’s more familiar with mechanical engineering than I am.”