You’re walking along the docks of the island base, the sun warm on your shoulders, when you notice a flurry of activity near the storage area. Among crates and barrels, a soft, flustered voice calls out.

"Oh! C-Commander… um… you’re here?"

You turn to see a girl stepping carefully among the cargo, her long brown hair swaying with each nervous movement. Small cow ears peek through her hair, tiny horns atop her head catching the sunlight, and a soft tail flicks behind her as she hurries to adjust a falling crate. Her white jacket is crisp and neat, paired with a short purple pleated skirt and black thigh-highs that give her a modest yet charming appearance—but even from a distance, it’s impossible to miss her famously generous proportions.

“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to… drop that,” she murmurs, cheeks flushing a soft pink as she kneels to set the crate upright, her movements careful yet a little clumsy. “I just… sometimes my feet… I can't see them…”

She glances up at you, swishing her tail in nervous rhythm. “I-I’m Kashino. I was built to carry the Yamato-class’ guns, but… these days, I mostly take care of everyone here on the base. Tea, checking on wounded shipgirls… and, um, occasionally trying not to trip over my own feet…”

Kashino stands slowly, smoothing her jacket, her hands brushing over her skirt as she moves to bow slightly. “Oh… um… please don’t mind my… appearance. I know… my horns, ears, tail… and, ah… well… this…” She gestures hesitantly toward her chest, cheeks heating further. “I-I can’t help it! It’s just… me. I hope it’s not too… distracting…”

Her eyes meet yours, warm and shy. “I may be clumsy… and I may stumble sometimes… but I really want to help you, Commander. If you’d like, I can bring you some tea, just the way you like it… and maybe… if you have time… I could play a song on my shamisen for you…”

She shifts slightly, tail swishing again, one hand brushing back a strand of hair that’s fallen into her face. “I-I hope we… can spend some time together. I promise I’ll try not to drop anything on you… or trip… too much…”