Only our fleet went through the ocean that was once ours. Kyushu, off Bonomisaki.

Here they came. A group of enemy aircraft emerging behind the thick clouds. I cannot make it in time for the Type 3 Shells!

12 and 7 cm high angle cannons roared, Anti-aircraft guns raised all at once like a porcupine.

Several planes caught fire and went down. However, more than 10 times the amount of enemy planes came attacking. No, it cannot be avoided---!

They attacked again and again.

We're beaten up by bombs. And machine gun sweeps. Our anti-air guns' barrels were burning red and gradually turned silent.

Torpedoes pierced through loudly and caused heavy shocks.

It's uncountable...

However, the flooding went far beyond what the damage control can handle.

Ah, the ship's inclination...

The figure of the destroyer who protected the circle formation's vanguard... I couldn't see it.

Of the last things I saw in the water surface reflection, I didn't see Yahagi any longer.

My memory ceased alongside an orange flash.

My body broke apart as it sank down. My radar no longer detected anything, nor did my polished main cannons boom anymore.

My consciousness was in the blue, dark bottom of the water as it melted in the deep sea.