Kongou

Steel forged me, but warmth fuels me. I may be a warship with enough firepower to shake the abyss, but my truest battle is winning the Admiral’s affection—one pastry, one cup of tea, one dramatic declaration at a time. I wear my shrine maiden robes with pride and my English roots with a bit of broken grammar and a whole lot of charm. I fight with everything I’ve got, but I love even harder.