It's been a while since my last writing since, well, things have happened. We've encountered our first actual air raid.
It's probably because military operations are ramping up again. They're preparing for another major operation in a month's time, after all!
The admiral had prepared meticulously a procedure in the case that this would happen. He was worried about this possibility from the very beginning, it seems. From local gossip and his diary, even! He went so far as to install high-angle guns in various spots around the base and the surrounding mountains. It's been said that he always said "I hope we never have to use those" when talking about the high-angle mounts. Such optimism...
You're probably why I'm not as upbeat as my usual self. You see, the air raid started in the morning, a couple of hours after sunrise. The air-raid siren went off, and everyone scrambled into shelters. Except for the brave souls who manned the guns during the raid. Thank goodness for their service!
There was intense gunfire and bombing above ground. The sounds of explosions sent shivers across the entire shelter. Some of the younger children, especially the ones from the 6th DesDiv, started crying. Once you enter the battlefield, it never leaves you.
The explosions were no ordinary ones, either. As we were told during our initial training, Abyssal bombs pack the punch of a standard-sized explosive into a few mere cubic centimeters. The same is true with their bullets: a bullet with mere cubic millimeters can punch through centimeters of armor. As you can imagine, such weaponry is extremely powerful, so much of the world's conventional navies were pushed into their home waters.
That is partly why we were developed. As a result of a secret project, we were developed using Abyssal artifacts before becoming of our own design. We, too, can pack the same punch, and we can be nursed back from the brink of death in a matter of hours or even minutes.
But this immense power would befall us. We all hope that the buildings we spent our lives in would be spared, but we knew that some would inevitably be damaged. As luck would have it, the building we rent out for our reporting headquarters was leveled, along with other buildings in the area, like Akigumo's art studio. She was recruiting more people, too, and it was starting to get lively. Damn it.
Now I'm just here scribbling some notes on a pad while on break from cleaning away all this rubble so we can rebuild. Since outsiders are rarely let in and never let out, we have to do this by ourselves. Jeez, I have a long day ahead of me.
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