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Yamato stood, clothes in tatters, ends of the normally white cloth now black and frayed, her hair unkempt, and skin painted with scratches. Before her were two other ship girls, admiral battleship Nagato, her long dark brown hair pinned down by her black headgear which protruded out like horns. And battleship Mushashi sun kissed skin and silver hair, black headgear helped her wild hair only slightly more uniform by giving her double pigtails. Nagato’s arms were crossed, eyes closed, when she said, “Yamato your performance today was less than preferable.” She let out a heavy breath. “While we're glad you aren’t in horrible condition, some of the other girls are in critical condition.” She opened her eyes, looking at Yamato. “Your fire power is extremely useful, but you are lacking in training or," She paused for a second. "Something else.” “Something else?” Yamato tilted her head. Musashi cleared her voice, “Yes, your strength is definitely impressive, you might need to compensate

Jubilee gritted her teeth, doing her best to keep her eyes glued to the phone, those three blinking dots mocking her with every reappearance. Her ear twitched as a group of teenagers passed, all of them making some sound of glee. “Oohh, what flavor did you get?” “Chocolate mint.” “Vanilla berry.” “I got chocolate syrup in mine.” Jubilee let out a sigh, squeezed the standby button on her phone and shoved it in her pocket. Even when it finally made the text notification sound she didn’t bother to check it. She had waited long enough for a response, she was ready for a cool treat. She stood up, walking toward the food truck painted in jazzy colors. Stepping out of the shade, the sun rays were now set on singeing her face off. She flicked her magenta shades down. While the rest of her body was protected from sunburn, her yellow trench coat decided to turn into a toaster oven. It wasn’t buttoned up, so it only affected her arms, which was ideally manageable. The rest of her outfit