The gods always enjoy playing tricks, gathering the things people lost in life and presenting them as gifts to people after death.
"Hey, hey, Commander, why do you never want to set sail?" In the poor god's courtyard, the ship girls' innocent eyes sparkle.
"Because I'm afraid of dying."
"Then why do you always rush to the front in every battle, Commander?"
"That's probably because what I'm afraid of isn't my own death."
This is a sea that has died. Here, justice does not always prevail, and hard work does not always pay off. Nothing matters more than your own life. If something does, then it must make me even more afraid of dying.
