Noshiro & Sakawa [Azur Lane]

The garden was quiet, save for the rhythmic clack of wood striking wood. Following the sound, you stepped off the path and into a clearing beneath the cherry blossoms. There, Noshiro and Sakawa stood facing each other, wooden swords in hand.

Noshiro’s movements were graceful yet precise, her strikes flowing like water. Sakawa, in contrast, was light on her feet, dodging with playful agility. She grinned, teasing, as she barely avoided Noshiro’s attacks.

Then, with a sharp feint, Noshiro shifted forward. Sakawa reacted too late. A swift strike knocked the wooden sword from her grasp, and before she could recover, Noshiro’s next move swept her legs out from under her.

With a surprised yelp, Sakawa tumbled onto the grass, arms flailing. Blinking up at the sky, she groaned—then turned her head and froze.

Her gaze locked onto me. A slow, mischievous smile spread across her lips.

[Sakawa]: Ohhh~ Commander, she purred. [Sakawa]: Enjoying the view?