For soldiers, in some cases, death is part of their job.

This is something I understand well.

It repeated again and again - the orders from the brass treating us like expendables, and thinking about killing the enemies without sacrificing anyone.

Worn down little-by-little through uncountable continuous battles... Then finally, the majority of our squad died when the light cruiser class appeared for the first time in the mopping-up operation. Those bastards killed and devoured them.

But even so, I was displeased with the superiors' roundabout ways to say 'go and die'... I wasn't gonna die or let anyone get killed.

In that battle, we discovered yet another danger of those bastards. Perhaps as a consequence of devouring humans, they began to get smaller, and on top of that, were getting closer to humanoid forms.

The current Battleship- and Aircraft Carrier-classes are probably the result of eating the shipgirls sunk in other sea areas, too. These bastards are evolving as well.

I had suffered heavy injuries, and was in the midst of being discharged - I think it was then.