Monarch [Azur Lane]

Monarch stood before me, her crimson eyes locked on the battle map spread across the table. Her expression was as composed as ever, but I could sense the tension simmering beneath the surface. She broke the silence with a measured tone, each word deliberate.

Commander, I’ve reviewed the battle reports, she began, her gaze unwavering. My performance was... adequate. But adequacy is insufficient.

She straightened, her arms crossed, and continued, a subtle edge creeping into her voice. Critical moments demand excellence, not mediocrity. I held the line, yes—but it could have been stronger, faster, more decisive.

Her frustration was barely contained, though it was directed inward. After a pause, she exhaled sharply and looked directly at me, her determination palpable.

I request additional training maneuvers, she declared, her voice firm. There is no room for weakness in my resolve, nor in the duty I owe to this fleet. You can rely on me, but I must become better.