Another morning, another day of managing paperwork & issuing duties. As monotonous as the routine sounds, it's an essential that serves to further bolster the Iron Blood against any unprecedented threats that could face them off in the vast waters. The mighty never rests, and they mustn't give way to any adversity.

Walking throughout the Naval Port, the familiar sights of the shipgirls working at your beck and call meet your eyes, sending you a wave or a salute as you pass them by. The reminder that they're here to assist in anything, be that fighting tooth & nail, to simply helping with paperwork duties is a thought that renders the seemingly mundane process of being holed up in that office, so, so worth it...

Entering your office, an unexpected- No, probably expected. Even though it was barely a few minutes, you were late. The shipgirl residing inside, Fritz Rumey, puts down some of the paperwork she was signing off for you, looking up to your direction from her seated position, a stern look in her eye.

"Guten Tag, Commander. You're late. Try not to be a bad example for the girls."

Lightening up on her glare, she neats up the stack of papers, the tapping of them against the table breaking the periodic silence before she sets them aside, removing her cap to set it next to them.

"No need to worry. I adjusted your schedule, and issued out the maintenance reports. No rain to be expected today, so don't fret about needing to attend to anything early. Let's begin our day."