Me, Her, and the Ballistic Weaponry [Antique]

Finely moving on the radar screen, showing bureaucracy, enemy ships, and various buildings. Taro relaxes and looks at it and sees the countdown timer on BISHOP.

"Well, well, is it? I don't know because there's no comparison."

When Taro evaluates the movement of his opponent's fleet so vaguely, he starts a turret wondering if he wants to play with it for a little while.

"" Taylor, some of them went that way. Can you ask for someone? ""

Alan's voice heard from the radio. When Taro returns an affirmative answer to it, he sends the target's coordinates to the launched turret control program.

"Oh, oh, no more. We're isolated because we're not marching at the same speed... attack the first ship with four turrets. Shall I jam you later?"

The turret of Plum II swirls quickly, aiming perfectly at the ship coming this way.

"Determined in enemy vessel four... Correct. Big break. Ship three has stabbed a stop at ship four."

Xiao Mei's report in a clear voice. I don't see any expression on my face, but I get a look somewhat spooked by the voice color.

"You shot my buddy's ship... well, that's a good lesson. If you get jammed, don't shoot until you can calculate the correction."

The opponent's ship, which is subject to a major breakdown judgment and is forced to stop by a simulated ship program. Actual space remains quiet, but numerous beams fly across the radar screen.

"Mr. Taylor, Ally 2, midship breach, ship 8 sinking. The right wing has been breached."

"Yeah!? No, no, no, it's Alan's unit on the right, right?

"" Sorry, Taylor. I was sunk. If you run away early, you too - ""

Communications from Alan's ship, which has been sank, are forcibly cut off. A reputational training program based on action told us that Alan's ship had blown up.

"But why is my right hand getting hit... that, more ships, huh? Ambush?"

The radar screen shows several vessels that had not been able to be verified until earlier. When Taro notices the presence of a large debris nearby, he puts it around that he was probably hiding there.

"Mr. Phantom... this is not good, is it? First Front Line Troop Retreat!! Second front unit spread out and take the front!!

Fleet from the fast approaching right. When Taro opens the plum's engine fully, he tries to distance himself from it.

"Yes... a frigate-centric fleet? Damn, if I could use a rail gun, I could crush it."

"" That would just be an anomaly. It's not a virtual enemy weapon, so it's not an exercise. Give me a break. ""

The calm voice of Phantom, heard more than a telecom. "Sure," Taro nodded, turning his attention to the retro-made watch. I found this on the market in Katsushika, which is also familiar to Taro, the type of thing that I wrapped around my arms and used.

"It's over with time up all the time...... this is a rule win over here, but if it was a real fight, I would have sucked, wouldn't I?

To Taro's question, Phantom shrugs his shoulder as it appears on the terminal.

"" No, I don't know. Your live ammunition weapon would have been used if it had been in action, so we would have had another different war situation. It's been a very good exercise. I'm sorry about the president. ""

As principal of Rising Saint Battle School, Phantom salutes. It is not a form of holding a hand on the chest used by the Imperial Army, but a finger on the forehead. It was used in the military and police forces of the planet, which Taro knew well.

"I knew this salute would come firmly...... aye. We'll be dealing with each other again anytime. It wouldn't be funny with all the simulators, and the tension would be different."

Battle School students vs. Rising Sun First Fleet battle, spanning four hours. Of course, the first fleet operated the ship with deputy officers and standby forces at its centre, as it would not be a battle for real. Even so, the difference in power was historical, but sometimes the battle school side showed offense.

"" It would help if you did. In fact, if we fought this way, they would have understood the level of security. It would be a good goal. ""

To Phantom's satisfactory answer, "Goal Hey," whines Taro. When I remembered the lightness and snorted, I decided to terminate the recorder. All communications during the battle are recorded and will be used later by the students for research.

"Now that's good...... yeah, I guess it feels like I could get bummed out. Looks like you can make the minimum necessary moves, and the ships you're gathering on aren't bad."

Check the ship list at the terminal at hand and give the impression that some defensive line will be drawn. Old second-hand ships and various types of ships covered by donations from Katsushika's aspirations. Of course, there are a number of new shipbuilding purchased by Rising Sun, but not many were able to match them. Instead of fewer ships, there were too many prospects for admission.

"Maintenance costs will be considerable, but I think it might be a bad idea if you think of it as a forward investment. With more battleship riders in the system, that would be good property for us too. They will eventually revitalize the economy."

Taro nods with some bitter laughter to Xiao Mei's candid answer.

"Well, you're right. For now, he says he's going to have all the fighting power he needs for the First Defense Plan. The economy is important, but we have to provide safety first."

Defense plan created by the leaders of the Katsushika system, including Mayor Silverman. That's a really orthodox thing, with a large rail gun and battle school defense fleet provided by BB Makina to defend the building, and Rising Sun's first fleet to intercept and destroy it in a timely manner. The Second Fleet will continue to be asked to travel around the route of the Katusica Delta Line, occasionally participating in skirmishes with the Enzio Alliance if necessary.

Large rail gun. And the Battleschool fleet should have had a big bounce in the future if it could prove useful in action. Rail guns don't have enough data to hustle about practicality yet, and Battle School is just beginning to enroll first graders. In selling the goods, it was so important that it was fatal.

"Come on, let's go home and see what happens over there."

Taro made an overdrive toward Katsushika, which was a shining point as he swirled the plum wide.

Schools. That sounds good to me, but the actual place is Battle School, obviously a military training center.

Attendants from various places gather around Katsushika citizens. Here, as with the general schools on Earth, seating courses and auditoriums. Besides, there are facilities such as athletic and experimental sites, and there are other facilities that have been built as many as you can think of, from dining halls to dormitories.

Those facilities are freely open to admissions and Rising Sun associates, and things like canteens and athletic fields are beginning to integrate with that of the company. If we are to maintain more than one facility of the same kind, it would be easier to narrow down large facilities into one.

"Ah, Mr. Taylor. Hello."

Walking through the campus of the school, a large student who noticed this one rushes over to say so.

"Yes, thank you?

Taro raises his hand and tries to answer it, but it was interrupted by Phantom's appearance, who quickly walked out in front of him. He grabbed the chest barn and hips of the student he had been speaking to and lifted them up, twirling the other body. The student almost crashed from head to ground screaming, but Phantom, who grabbed his ankle in place, fixed it.

"Hey, you. Which one?"

Unusual, low to horrible, clear voice. When the student devours his teeth with an annoying look, he releases a kick in Phantom's face with his free other leg.

"You're a troublesome guy. It's not bad to be prestigious."

When Phantom grabs his imminent foot in front of him with his other hand, he bashes the student against the wall. It was done in a light motion, like manipulating a doll made of balloons, but the sound of a gang beaten by iron was very heavy-duty.

"I'm gonna ask you again, where is it?"

Phantom grabs his ankle, leaves the student hanging, and emits again. Students gasping painfully.

"No, no, Mr. Phantom. I don't know, but there's nothing there, hey."

Students who can slap against the wall again. Once again a dull noise sounds in the hallway and several other students come together to see what is going on.

"I'm gonna ask you again, where is it?"

"Pa, it's a pilot development course, zero, 00121, Ein!!

A student returns a question in tears to a question asked at exactly the same pace. When Phantom releases the student to the ground looking bored, he puts his foot on its back, grabs his hair and wakes his face.

"I'm right in front of you, who are you?

I guess I'm desperately looking for the right answer to Phantom's question. A student who looks toward Taro and moves his mouth into a mess.

"Tay...... Mr. Taylor...... President. I'm Mr. Taylor, president…"

"Yes," Phantom said in a low voice to the student's answer. When he points his finger at Taro, he goes on to say "then".

"Who is the Supreme Commander of our Battle School?"

"Mr. Taylor... I am the Commander!

"Who is trying to give you guys a place to live for free, to feed you, to teach you skills, to give you the chance to be heroes"

"I am Commander Mister Taylor!!

"That's right. If you know, don't ever call me" Mr. Taylor "again. At least while you're here. I think scumbags like you should just throw them out, but Commander Taylor is merciful. I wouldn't. Just don't let it get to you. Thank you."

"Yes!! Thank you, Lord Superior!! Thank you, Commander!!

A student who sees Taro with tearful eyes and exudes good health. Taro nods to it many times with a pulled grin, prompting the student to leave the scene because he doesn't mind.

"... No, no, Mr. Phantom. It's too much. I don't care what they call it."

Hidden and tall as he watches other students take him away. Plus Phantom returns it with his usual voice color.

"That's not going to happen, you. There is an indication, and students must become unconditionally obedient to the person in sight. There's no point in questioning your actions or following instructions from above. It's better not to be here."

To Phantom's clear words, Taro wonders if that's what it is. See how that goes, Phantom keeps going.

"In the midst of the battle, you will eventually send your men the need for instructions from the outline of the operation. Do you have time to explain what that means or what your role is? There will be no such thing. And I told you that, and honestly, it doesn't make any sense. In the end, it's the same thing to do, because there's no veto. And..."

Phantom looks straight into Taro's eyes.

"- Try to disrupt the operation with disobedience. That's all my people will die. I just have to tell him to do whatever he wants if he's going to die on his own, but it's unacceptable to involve his people. It may seem like ridiculous discipline at first sight, but it's necessary. You have to be prepared, too."

That's what I said, Phantom laughing at. Taro had no doubt about Phantom's claim, but he didn't even think he could argue correctly. Whether what he was saying was right or not, it was because he knew that what he was trying to do came from emotion.

"Well... Roger that. But beware of overdoing it. There's a relaxing company trend, and your family will have a lot to think about."

For once, Taro pushes that way. And Phantom says, "Got it," and goes on.

"But it's okay. When I go home after a few months, most of my family will be happy. My son, who was so snug, came back to be such a solid man."

Phantom creating a grin on his mouth and showing his shoulders flaunted.

Taro didn't know if that was a joke or if he meant it, and all he could do was have an ambiguous grin.