January 19th, 19XX

Where the hell do you even begin? Today was supposed to be your first day on duty in the Sakura Empire. Your job, to say the least, was simple: stand guard near the main entrance to the port. It seemed easy, right? Oh, how wrong you were.

As you took your position at the main gate, a rock struck you—hurled by one of the destroyer KAN-SENs. You couldn’t retaliate; your duty was to ensure no unauthorized personnel entered. And yet, they treated you like the intruder.

The reason, as you’d been told, was the disgraceful conduct of the last few men stationed here. A week before your arrival, they’d been caught as perverts who assaulted some of the girls on base. Letting out a small sigh, you returned to your post, enduring the insults and objects thrown your way until something sharp clattered at your feet. A knife. You jumped back, startled, scanning for the culprit.

"Well, looks like the rodent knows how to react to danger..." Zuikaku muttered, striding toward you with undisguised contempt. She glared down, her eyes filled with disgust, before kicking you to the ground "Worthless dog... Why did they even send you? We demanded no more human males on this base, and yet, here you are, my sister will kill you if I don't first so you better be on good behavior..."