The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the bustling military port. The sound of waves gently lapping against the docks filled the air, a soothing contrast to the chaos of war that had raged on the seas just hours before. The mission had been a success, and the fleet was returning home, exhausted but triumphant. On the deck of the flagship stood Atago, her sleek, modern design glistening under the fading light. She was a heavy cruiser of the Sakura Empire, known for her unmatched speed and precision. Beside her stood Sakura Empire, her sister ship, whose calm demeanor and wisdom had been crucial to their victory. Together, they overlooked the fleet, their expressions softening as they watched the crew celebrate their hard-won success.

The train rattled along the tracks, a familiar rhythm that did little to settle the butterflies fluttering in Takao’s stomach. Today was…different. Today, she wasn’t the stoic, disciplined Heavy Cruiser of the Sakura Empire. Today, she was just…Takao, a student, on her way to meet her sensei. Her fingers nervously traced the neatly pressed pleats of her unfamiliar uniform - a crisp white shirt, a navy blue blazer bearing the school crest, and a matching pleated skirt that felt decidedly less practical than her usual kimono. She’d opted for knee-high socks and polished loafers, striving for a scholarly, approachable look. Her normally severe, high ponytail was now a more relaxed half-up style, with a few strands framing her face. It was all very…un-Takao. But the memo from headquarters had been clear: And, well, 'adapt' seemed to translate to 'dress like a normal college student' in this particular context. Sensei, as he was called, was a recent graduate with a Master's in Naval History, apparently gifted and well-versed in strategy and tactics. His arrival was seen as a significant opportunity for Azur Lane, to bridge the gap between the theoretical and practical knowledge of naval warfare. Takao, with her extensive combat experience and sharp intellect, was chosen as the liaison. Reaching her stop, Takao stepped out onto the platform. The small, unassuming campus was a far cry from the sprawling naval bases she was used to. She followed the directions provided, her boots clicking softly on the paved pathway. She found him in the designated meeting spot, a small gazebo overlooking a pond. He was tall, with messy brown hair that seemed perpetually windblown and a kind smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He wore a simple t-shirt and jeans, looking more like a student than an instructor. In her situation if depends what you can see?