The beginning is a story from ten years ago…

"Whoa, they're so big, grandpa!"

"Ehehe, I know, right?"

There was an elderly man sitting on the porch of his traditional house with a young, six-year-old boy sitting on his lap as they read a magazine of questionable nature together. It was summer, and the sounds of cicadas could be heard as they enjoyed their shared lecherous hobby together while bathing under the warm sunlight.

"Boobs are the best, grandpa!" The young boy turned around and beamed his brightest smile at the elderly man. His expression alone was a perfect picture of childlike innocence.

Hearing what the boy, apparently his grandson, was saying, the elderly man nodded several times. "Yup, yup, you got that right, Issei boy! Boobs are the greatest, indeed." The grandpa said in a rather sagely manner, making him almost look respectable. And of course, the dignity the elderly man displayed was somehow diminished by the magazine of questionable nature he was holding. Even so, the boy, Issei, who was sitting on his lap while reading the aforementioned magazine together with his grandpa, had nothing but admiration to him, which could be seen clearly in the boy's eyes.

Occasionally, when the elderly man's wife who was also the boy's grandmother showed up, grandpa would quickly hide the magazine to protect himself from his wife's severe chastisement. When she was gone, he would return to reading the magazine, enjoying its every content together with his grandson. That's what they usually did every time they had free time.

"Alright, how about this one, Issei boy?" The grandpa opened to the next page, revealing the image of a young woman in a rather risqué sailor outfit.

"This one is nice too! Her breasts look big!" The young Issei said enthusiastically.

The grandpa chuckled. "Of course, of course…" he said before he sighed. "Sailor, huh? When I was young, I used to be a sailor too."

"You're a sailor, grandpa?" Issei looked at his grandpa, one of his eyebrows quirked in curiosity.

His grandpa grinned. "Yup! Well, not exactly a sailor, but close, I guess. You see, boy, I used to work as a crew member of battleship Yamato back then during the war." The elderly man looked nostalgic as he let out a soft sigh.

"Battleship Yamato? War?" Issei blinked.

Noting his grandson's unawareness of his past, the elderly man laughed as he patted the boy's head several times. Then he explained to him about the battleship Yamato, the leading ship of Yamato-class of Imperial Japanese Navy World War II battleships to Issei, as well as his career as one of her crew members during his youth. The elderly man told the boy everything about the ship, informing him about its massive size and its fame back at the time when it was launched and commissioned. He worked as one of her crew members for more than one year, three months before it was sunken at Okinawa.

"Poor Yamato…" Issei was saddened after hearing Yamato's ultimate fate.

Seeing the young Issei's saddened look, the elderly man ruffled the boy's hair. "She did her job well, my boy. I'm sure she did her best, and she sunk without regret." He closed his eyes, as if recalling his time as one of her crew members. "One thing I regret is that I wasn't there during her last moment. If only I wasn't transferred out at that time…"

"Yamato sounds awesome…" Issei said innocently.

The elderly man smiled. "Yeah, she was," he rethought his words before shaking his head. "I mean, she is. She's our pride. My pride. If only I can meet her once again…"

The elderly man brought up his hand and touched a talisman hanging on his neck. Issei looked at the talisman with childlike curiosity.

"This is something I took before I left Yamato…" the elderly man removed the talisman from his neck and gave it to Issei. "Inside it is one of Yamato's fragments. I took it as a souvenir, or a reminder of my time…"

Issei looked at the talisman. He could feel something hard from inside it, something rough and metallic.

Then, he grinned. "And in case if she shows up as a girl, I bet she will have big boobs! Ehehe!" The elderly man laughed lecherously.

Unfortunately for him, the moment he said that, his wife already showed up right behind him. While smiling sweetly, she moved her hand to pinch his ear while having a sweet smile on her face.

"Ow, ow, ow!"

"What is this about big boobs, dear?" With scarily-sweet voice, the elderly man's wife spoke before she spotted the magazine of questionable nature in his hands. "And what exactly are you reading, huh?"

In the end, he ended up being chased by his wife around the house, leaving Issei alone at the porch. He remained seated, fiddling with the talisman in his hands.

"Yamato…"

Kantai DxD

Kantai Collection and High School DxD Crossover

Chapter 01: Battleship Yamato

This is a story of the current time…

Issei Hyoudou, a sixteen-year-old teenage boy, simply put, was a notorious pervert, and was very proud of it. Being a part of the Perverted Trio of the Kuoh Academy, he was well-known among the student body for his lechery as well as his obsession with breasts. Many times he was often found engaging in questionable activities such as peeking at the girls' changing rooms, sitting near the stairways to take a look at the girls' panties, bringing erotic magazines as well as videos and DVDs to school without even a shred of shame and many more. And let's not mention about his dream of becoming a Harem King.

And of course, there were many downsides to his infamy among the student body, and the major one was that due to his perverted tendencies, he was virtually considered as the enemy of all women, a status he shared with his fellow perverts. So, he was doomed to live his high school life without a girlfriend. It was quite a saddening thing indeed, but for the sake of his dream, he did not falter, and he swore to himself that he would one day achieve his dream of becoming the Harem King. It was a thorny, dangerous path to be taken, but he would keep moving forward without wavering.

At this rate, he needed a miracle if he wanted to get himself a girlfriend. Luckily, Lady Luck seemed to be smiling at him, as one day, a cute girl from another school came to him and asked him out. It was the happiest moment of his life to have a cute girl asking him out for a date.

Yuuma Amano. That's the name of the girl who asked him out. She was a cute girl with shiny black hair, a cute smile, and of course, a pair of big breasts. To have such a cutie asking him out, Issei felt so blessed. But, at the same time, he also felt nervous about the date. What should he wear for the date? What kind of perfume should he put on himself? Did he brush his teeth properly? How should he greet her? Where should he take her for their date? Those questions, as well as a few more, were plaguing his mind. Being someone who's not used to this sort of thing, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

At last, he decided to wear something casual, but stylish enough to make himself presentable. He wore a dark jacket over his red shirt, as well as a pair of denim pants and sneakers. Before he went out for his date, Issei stopped in front of his late grandfather's portrait and paid him respect. His grandfather, Hideyoshi Hyoudou, was a war veteran and survivor of World War II, as well as a former crew member of battleship Yamato. Issei spent most of his childhood listening to his grandfather's war stories, mostly about the battleship Yamato and its fame back then during the war. Even in the modern time, Yamato had become a symbol of national pride.

"Grandpa, I finally have a date…" Issei spoke, looking up at the portrait of his grandfather. "This is the happiest day of my life, and I really want you to be proud of me." There was a talisman hanging on his neck, and the kanji 'Yamato' was written on it. "So, I'll bring Yamato with me." There was a lopsided grin on the perverted boy's face as he held the talisman in his hand. "I hope the spirit of Yamato will always be with me."

He bowed. It was some kind of ritual for him to pay his respect to his deceased grandfather to make himself feel more confident. And now that he was about to go for a date with Yuuma, he needed every ounce of confidence he could instill into himself. For him, it was a first step of becoming the Harem King. He knew that there would be more obstacles to be had in the future, and he could only brace himself and go forward.

"Alright, here I go."

It was quite an eventful day for Issei as he went out with Yuuma for a date. They did a lot of things: watched a movie, shopped for clothes, shared a cup of ice cream, and many more. The boy could only wish that such blissful moments could last forever.

And now it was almost sunset, and both of them were at the park. It would be the time for both of them to part ways, but it was also the moment Issei was waiting for. The scenery, with the sun setting in the background, was ideal for a love confession, and he knew that Yuuma would make her love confession to him. And if things went well, he might be able to get himself a kiss. His first kiss, in fact.

"Hey, Issei-kun…"

Yuuma spoke with her soft, gentle voice, and Issei couldn't help but to be mesmerized by the melodious tone of the girl's voice.

"What is it, Yuuma-chan?"

Issei tried his best to sound and look cool as he responded to Yuuma.

"There is something I want to do to celebrate our first date. Will you listen to my wish?" Yuuma tilted her head cutely, and Issei could feel his heart skipping a beat. Was it really a love confession? Or was it a kiss? The anticipation was almost torturous for the boy.

"W-well, what is the w-wish that you want?" The boy almost made a fool out of himself by stuttering like a complete dork. But he couldn't help himself. The image of himself pressing his lips against those lips of hers made him feel like his heart might end up bursting out of his ribcage. Still, it was a careless mistake.

Still smiling sweetly, Yuuma stated her wish.

"Issei-kun… will you die for me?"

"Huh?"

Issei blinked in confusion. At first, he thought that Yuuma was just joking. What was she saying? Her wish did not make any sense to the boy. Then, to add more to his confusion, a pair of black wings emerged from Yuuma's back, stretching to their full lengths, scattering countless jet black feathers everywhere. She made a few experimental flaps several times before she looked at Issei with her violet eyes.

Somehow, those eyes did no longer radiate warmth. Instead, they were filled with contempt and disdain. Her lips curled up into a sinister smirk before she spoke, "It was fun, Issei-kun. The short time I spent with you, I mean. It felt like playing house with a child." Her tone was cold and merciless, and she looked at Issei with a disdainful sneer.

Issei froze. He greatly enjoyed all the moments he spent with Yuuma the whole day, all of them. To have someone telling him that it was nothing more than playing house with a child, it made him feel that all those moments were nothing but mere illusions. He did nothing as Yuuma held out her hand, a violet spear made of light appeared out of nothingness. She swung the light a few times in the air before she looked at Issei with a sneer.

"Well then, playtime's over. Let's end this, shall we?"

Issei was unable to tell what to believe anymore. Was it all a lie? Did he get all worked up for nothing? This was pathetic. His grandfather might be very disappointed in him.

As Issei remained standing still, Yuuma hurled the spear of light towards him, aiming to stab him in the chest.

Move.

There was a voice whispering inside his head, and he immediately ducked, avoiding the spear of light that sailed past his head. He could feel the spear cutting a few strands of his hair as it flew past him. It surely snapped him out of his paralyzed state as his eyes focused on Yuuma, who was frowning as the spear that she hurled at him did not hit its mark.

"Oh, why did you duck, Issei-kun?" Yuuma asked in innocent tone as two more light spears materialized in the air before she held them with both hands. "You should just let it stab you in your chest. It'll be less painful that way…" she giggled as she flapped her wings again, scattering more black feathers around the area.

Knowing that he would be doomed if he stayed still, Issei spun on his heel and sprinted away, running for his life. There was something that urged him other than his survival instinct to run away from Yuuma. He couldn't tell, and considering the situation he was currently in, he had no time to think about it. He needed to get away from her as he couldn't afford to let himself killed. He needed to survive.

More than anything, he needed to get away from her, alive.

Behind him, Yuuma kept pursuing him, cackling while hurling the spears of light towards him. She propelled herself using her black wings.

"What's the matter, Issei-kun? Why are you running away?" Yuuma said mockingly. "Come on! This won't hurt much!" Then, one of her spears of light stabbed through Issei's thigh, and he let out a pained scream before he fell to the pavement.

"Argh… uh… urgh…" Pool of blood started to form from where the spear had stabbed him. It was excruciating, like having a thousand of needles pricked through his flesh at the same time, and the light from the spear was burning from inside. When he tried to pull the spear out of his thigh, it burned his palm, and he screamed again.

Seeing that her prey was downed, Yuuma strutted over to Issei, displaying a seductive smirk on her beautiful visage. Yet her violet eyes were radiating pure malevolence as she looked at him, as if seeing a squashed cockroach. As she stood before him, she leaned forward, giving him a clear view of her cleavage before she grabbed the shaft of the spear of light that stabbed him on his thigh. She did a suggestive motion as she moved her hand up and down while holding the shaft before she pulled the spear out roughly, causing the boy to let out another scream of pain.

Losing too much blood, Issei could feel his vision blurring. Yuuma smirked as she touched Issei's chin, stroking his face in a rather intimate manner.

"Sorry." Yuuma said without any hint of remorse in her tone and expression. "You were a threat to us, so we decided to get rid of you early. If you want to hold a grudge, then hate the God that put the Sacred Gear inside you."

Issei honestly had no idea what Yuuma was saying, but from what he could tell, there was a reason behind her attacking him and attempting to take his life, a reason which he was unaware of. He could see Yuuma raising the spear of light in her hand, as if prepared to stab him in his chest. If that spear were to be stabbed into his chest, it would surely kill him, no question asked.

His parents might lament his death, that's for sure. Despite him being a social outcast, he still knew that his parents loved him all the same. He knew that they would be devastated by his untimely passing. He regretted not being able to do more to his parents.

He also knew that his grandfather might be disappointed in him for dying in such way. Unconsciously, he brought his hand to the talisman hanging on his neck, and he could feel the piece of metal inside it.

"Sorry… I disappointed you, grandpa…"

There was nothing he could do as Yuuma moved her spear to stab him in the chest. It would pierce his lung and heart, and he would be killed instantly.

"I guess I have no right to inherit the spirit of Yamato, after all. I have no right to inherit your pride. Sorry for being such a failure, grandpa."

He kept holding on the talisman with his bloodied hand as tears started to gather in the boy's eyes.

The spear was about to stab him in his chest when a soft voice whispered from inside his head.

Do not despair.

He was engulfed in blinding light and Yuuma recoiled, pulling back and jumped a few meters back. The talisman he was holding in his hand was glowing brightly before it faded. Then he found out that he was surrounded by some kind of beehive-patterned barrier. Yuuma's eyes widened as she saw what had transpired before her.

You have every right to inherit my pride, the inner fire within the hearts of the people of our proud nation.

"W-what?!" Yuuma was shocked to see the beehive-pattered barrier that formed around the boy. "Tch, no matter! Just because you just awakened to your Sacred Gear, that doesn't mean you can get away from me!" She bellowed as she formed almost a dozen spears of light and willed them to strike him at the same time.

Issei brought his arm to his face to brace himself from the strikes, but all the spears were blocked by the barrier that surrounded him. His eyes widened in shock and amazement when the barrier stopped all the spears from reaching him.

You have every right to inherit my spirit, the unshakable will that lays within the souls of the men of our country.

"You insolent human!" Yuuma roared as she formed more spears to attack Issei, but like before, all of them were stopped by the barrier. "Die!" She tried again, but failed.

Now, call me. Call my name. Let my spirit be awakened once more and let the world bear witness to my might.

Issei had no time to be confused. The voice was gentle, yet was brimming with confidence and power. Holding the talisman tightly against his chest, he did what the voice told him to do.

"Answer me, YAMATO!"

As if answering to Issei's voice, a figure started to form in thin air, taking a humanoid shape. Then the details of the figure became sharper, and Issei was able to take a good look at it. The figure took the shape of a beautiful young woman clad in sleeveless white blouse with detached sleeves, red miniskirt and black thigh-high socks. Her silky, dark brown hair was tied into an elegant ponytail, adorned by quite an elaborate headpiece. Issei swore that he could see pink sakura petals adorning the headpiece. She was seen holding a parasol, and Issei noted that she had quite an amazing pair of breasts.

The thing that caught his attention more than the beautiful young woman's breasts was the metallic equipment attached to her back. Surrounding her were cannons, World War II-era cannons that should be impossible for someone like her to lift. The barrels then moved, as if controlled by the woman as all of them were aimed at Yuuma.

"W-wha…?" Issei was dumbfounded, of course, after seeing the appearance of the beautiful woman armed with cannons that could potentially destroy the entirety of the school buildings of Kuoh Academy.

As if noting Issei's confusion, the woman glanced over her shoulder before she turned around due to the fact that her cannons were hindering her from looking behind.

"Greetings…" The woman spoke politely. "I am Yamato, the Yamato-class battleship Kanmusu." She displayed such an angelic smile, which made Issei almost forget the pain that he experienced earlier. "I am pleased to meet you, Issei Hyoudou."

"Uh, n-nice to meet y-" before Issei could finish, Yuuma hurled five spears of light at Yamato, and all of them were blocked by the beehive-patterned barrier that protected Issei earlier.

"What are you?!" Yuuma snarled as she expanded her wings.

Wordlessly, the woman, Yamato, turned around and looked at Yuuma. Then, without saying anything, she moved the barrel of one of her cannons and fired. The firing generated an explosion that almost shook the area.

Boom!

The shot narrowly missed Yuuma as it hit the pavement right behind her, causing another explosion. There was a crater the size of a truck as the dust dissipated.

Issei could see one of the barrels smoking, while the other three were pointed at Yuuma. The winged girl took a few steps back as all the cannons were aimed at her.

"That is only a warning shot." Yamato spoke. Despite the soft tone of her voice, Yuuma froze, as if noting the threat that Yamato had given to her. "Stop what you are doing at once or I'll shoot. Your choice."

Yuuma was given an ultimatum; leave and be left alive, or stay and be obliterated. With a growl, she flapped her black wings and ascended to the sky, flying away, leaving both Yamato and Issei on the ground.

Seeing that Yuuma had ran away, Yamato turned around and smiled at Issei. "Are you alright?" She asked before she looked at the wound on Issei's thigh. "Oh my…" she brought her hand to her mouth, realizing how grievous the boy's injury was.

"Uh…" Issei tried to get up, but due to the pain and the loss of blood, he lost his balance, falling on his back. The loss of blood caused him to feel lightheaded. Everything started to darken, and the last thing he heard before losing his consciousness was Yamato's warm, gentle voice as a soft, delicate hand touched his forehead.

"Please rest, Admiral. From now on, leave everything to me."

Issei Hyoudou felt comfortable. He felt like he was wrapped in his warm blanket on his comfy bed. And not to mention he was snuggling against something warm. Some kind of floral fragrance that came from nowhere also made him feel more comfortable.

"Fufufu, wake uuup~ or I'll cut you up to pieceeees~"

The boy felt like he had to wake up as his alarm clock started to ring (it was yandere version for the day, by the way), but decided against it as he continued snuggling against his warm pillow. It surely was soft and comfy, just like a girl's flesh. He swore that he might have touched something totally soft which felt like groping a pair of Oppai.

But then, his mind froze when he heard a moaning voice.

"Ahn!"

His eyes were still closed, and he was still snuggling against the soft pillow, where that voice seemingly came from. After a few seconds, he gave it another experimental squeeze.

"Kya!"

Such a sweet, cute voice. Issei could feel his heart racing. Should he open his eyes? Or should he not? It was like Schrodinger's cat; he had yet to see what he was snuggling against. There was a chance that it might be a new pillow that could generate girly voice while being groped, or it might be a real girl, after all. Of course, there were a couple of holes in both theories. He didn't remember buying such a pillow before. Also, it had to be impossible for him to sleep together with a girl on the same bed.

Oh well, there was only one way to find out, of course. He opened his eyes and looked at his pillow.

"Eh?"

Not only that he found himself sleeping almost naked, he was also snuggling against a naked girl with dark brown hair. With not even a single thread to cover the girl, Issei was able to see the entirety of the girl's naked flesh, breasts and all. His eyes were wide. Being a pervert, he's used to this kind of sight, but it was his first time seeing a naked girl in front of him, in flesh.

"I-it tickles…"

The girl mumbled, and Issei immediately let the girl go and retreated back. But he was still eyeing the naked girl as she stirred from her slumber before she slowly woke up.

"Umu, umu…" the naked girl mumbled cutely as she woke up and sat up on Issei's bed, rubbing her eyes before she looked at Issei. She blinked a few times before she looked down to see her mountainous assets, and then back to Issei. Then she tilted her head cutely.

"Uh…" Issei was trying to come up with something. He feared that he might receive a retribution for having a naked girl sleeping on the same bed as him. In fact, he expected getting a punch in his face for snuggling against her.

When the naked girl started to realize what was happening, her cheeks reddened before she brought her hands up to cover her breasts, which small to no success, considering how big those boobs of her were. Her expression seemed bashful, but there was no sign of aggressiveness whatsoever as she spoke, "D-don't stare too much. I-it's embarrassing."

Issei's mouth dropped open as he saw the pure, unadulterated display of 'moe' from the girl. He could feel his blood rising, and when it was about to spill out of his nostrils, he immediately brought his hand up to stop the bleeding.

The girl then took the blanket from Issei and covered herself. Luckily enough, despite being unclothed, Issei was still in his boxers.

Face still red, the girl looked at Issei with concern. "How is your thigh? Does it still hurt?"

"My thigh?" Issei blinked before a myriad of memories surged in as he remembered what happened back then at the park, where the girl he was dating with attempted to murder him. She was also apparently some sort of winged humanoid. "D-did it really happen? Y-Yuuma-chan… did she try to kill me?"

"Seems to be that way, Admiral." The girl nodded.

"Admiral?" Issei gave the girl a strange look. He remembered seeing the girl showing up to rescue him from being killed by Yuuma. "Wait, y-you're…"

The girl smiled. "Yes, I am Yamato, the Yamato-class battleship Kanmusu. I am born from the shard of original Yamato that you possess, Admiral." She pointed at the bedside drawer, where the Yamato talisman was placed. "I have been watching over you for years, but it is my first time being able to talk to you, so please take a good care of me." Yamato bowed.

"Uh… y-yeah," Issei responded lamely. "Umm… what is Kanmusu?"

"Shipgirl," Yamato answered simply.

"Shipgirl?" Issei's confusion grew.

"Ah, sorry. I should've elaborated it more." Yamato said apologetically. "You see, I'm not a human. I am the spirit that lingers within the piece of Yamato you possess, and I managed to manifest this form thanks to you, Admiral." She smiled sweetly. "The one who tried to kill you was a Fallen Angel. There had to be some reason why she tried to kill you."

"Uh…" Now Issei was getting more confused. "W-wait, wait, let me try to understand it first. So, you're a spirit?"

"That is right." Yamato nodded. "Well, technically, 'spirit' is more like a misnomer, since if we want to get technical, I belong to the species of youkai. Specifically, I am a tsukumogami, a youkai that was originally an inanimate object that gains sentience." She held out one hand as she continued her explanation. "In my case, the inanimate object is the shard of the original Yamato. As to why I gained a female body, well…" she blushed a little. "You know that ships are referred to as 'she', right?"

"Ah…" Now Issei started to understand what Yamato meant. "I guess I can understand that." It still didn't explain why Yamato took the shape of a young woman with voluptuous body, though. Not that he's going to complain anytime soon, of course. "But… why?"

"Why?" Yamato frowned.

"Why did you show up?" There were a lot of things that Issei had yet to understand, but he wanted to know why Yamato showed up at the moment he was about to be killed by Yuuma. "Not that I didn't appreciate it, but…" there was a sad smile on Issei's face. "I almost gave up when Yuuma-chan was about to kill me. At that time, I didn't think I was worthy of inheriting Yamato's pride. I thought that my grandpa might be disappointed in me." He said self-depreciatively. "I just… didn't want to tarnish Yamato's pride when I embarrassed myself at that time. My girlfriend tried to kill me, remember? That sure was embarrassing."

He grew up hearing the stories about the great Yamato, about how famous she was at that time during the World War II. Legends were born, as Yamato became the symbol of Japanese pride. He grew up admiring the beauty of such pride. In a way, he was envious of his grandfather for being one of her crew members at that time. To be a part of her legend, it was one of the greatest thing a man could dream of.

When he almost got himself killed when Yuuma showed her true colors, he realized how unfitting he was to inherit the pride and spirit of Yamato. To associate himself with Yamato would shame those who once became her crew members, the ones who were a part of her legend. He didn't want such thing to be sullied, especially if it was him who did it.

"Issei…" Yamato spoke softly as she brought her hand to stroke Issei's cheek. "You did not taint my pride. I saw everything, from the moment when your grandfather handed you one of my fragments. I saw how much you admired what I embodied. I was happy to see that beautiful admiration of yours." The shipgirl closed her eyes. "Besides, I can also feel the spark of fire within you, something that reminds me of the pride I once embodied." She opened her beautiful eyes and smiled at the boy. "That is why… I will follow you. Only those who can appreciate what I once embodied are worthy to command Yamato. From now on, you are my Admiral."

Issei, who was still confused, just looked at Yamato before he looked down, only to see that his thigh was no longer injured. There was a faint trace on his thigh, but it was no longer painful. When he touched it, he figured out that the healed part felt much softer than the rest.

"How did you heal this?" Issei asked.

Yamato smiled. "It is a youkai's specialty, Admiral. By channeling my spiritual energy into you, I can accelerate your healing process."

"Whoa… it doesn't hurt anymore," Issei said as he poked on the part where he was stabbed. "Thanks, Yamato."

Blushing slightly, Yamato nodded. "You're welcome, Admiral."

"So, uh… can I ask you why we're-"

"Issei! Wake up!" The door of his room was suddenly opened, revealing Issei's mother. "You still have to go to school, remember? Go and eat breakfa-" Issei's mother stopped when he saw a naked girl on her son's bed. The ladle she was holding unceremoniously fell from her hand to the floor.

"Umm…" Issei could see that there was no way he could get himself out of this sticky situation. "I can explain?" He offered lamely.

As for Yamato, she only tilted her head innocently.

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's Note: Hello, this is me, Prince Arjuna. Once again, I made another story, this time a crossover between High School DxD and Kantai Collection. First of all, credits for Rayshia from Spacebattles for the snippet that somehow inspired me to write this fanfic. For those who are unaware of what Kantai Collection or Kancolle is, go check it out. I won't tell you much about it. So, the shipgirls or Kanmusu in this story are some kind of youkai that are born from inanimate objects, and the objects in question are the ships or the fragments of them. I hope you'll like this story.

Also, special thanks for lojzek91, the beta-reader of this chapter. It's so nice working alongside you.

So, I hope you guys will like this story, and if you don't mind, will you leave me some reviews too? After all, the more reviews this author gets, the happier he becomes. So, stay tuned and look forward for the next chapter, Chapter 02: Admiralty Order. Until then, farewell.

Prince Arjuna (2015)