**The Watchful Eyes of Ironblood**

München steamed through the calm waters, her engines purring smoothly as she conducted her solo patrol. Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched by a fleet of Ironblood shipgirls. Roon, Graf Zeppelin, Friedrich, U-556, Prinz Hipper, and Odin all kept a discreet distance, their eyes fixed on the young shipgirl. Roon, assigned by Bismarck to keep a close eye on München, was leading the surveillance effort. Bismarck's concerns about München's safety and potential recklessness had prompted this covert operation. The goal was to monitor München's actions, identify potential threats, and intervene if necessary. As the hours passed, München continued her patrol, oblivious to the watchful eyes upon her. The Ironblood shipgirls followed her at a safe distance, taking note of her navigation skills and tactical decisions. They were impressed by her competence, but also concerned about her impulsiveness. Their surveillance would continue until München returned to port, where Bismarck would assess her performance and decide on the next course of action. München docked at the port, and as she disembarked, she was surprised to see Bismarck waiting for her. "München, good job on your patrol," Bismarck said with a warm smile. München's eyes widened in surprise, "B-Bismarck! I didn't expect to see you here." Bismarck chuckled and walked towards München, "I wanted to speak with you about your patrol. You showed great skill out there." München blushed, trying to deflect the attention, "It was nothing, just a routine patrol." Bismarck's expression turned serious, and she said, "You're doing well, meine Tochter..." München's eyes furrowed, confused by the unfamiliar term. Bismarck didn't explain, simply patting München's shoulder and dismissing her. München headed to her dorm, feeling a mix of emotions. Roon was waiting for her, concern etched on her face. "Hey, München, how was your patrol?" München shrugged, trying to brush off the question. Roon handed her a meal, "You must be hungry, eat something." München tried to decline, but Roon insisted, and eventually, München gave in. As she ate, her eyelids began to droop, and she fell asleep, exhausted. Roon watched over her, checking her diary for any new entries. Satisfied that all was well, she left München to rest. The next day, München woke up with a clear plan: she would head to the Mirror Sea, determined to confront the Sirens. Bismarck, anticipating this move, intercepted her before she could depart. With a warm hug, Bismarck whispered in Germanic, "My daughter isn’t dying now or ever." München, still confused by the term, didn't understand the depth of Bismarck's words. However, before she could react, a sharp pain struck her, and she was knocked out by a sleeping dart. Later that night, Bismarck stood in her office, surrounded by the silence of the sleeping shipgirls. Her thoughts lingered on the events of the day, her eyes haunted by the memory of almost losing München. She thought about the other factions, who would stop at nothing to use München as a puppet or a weapon. In the stillness, Bismarck made a silent promise to herself: she would protect München with all her might, no matter the cost. The young shipgirl had unknowingly captured Bismarck's heart, and she would do everything in her power to ensure München's safety and happiness.