## Chapter 3: The Watchful Eyes

As München went about her daily life, she was unaware of the Ironblood ships keeping a close eye on her. Roon, a heavy cruiser, often stayed in München's dorm, checking on her and reporting back to Bismarck. Prinz Eugen, a heavy cruiser with a crush on München, teased her playfully, but München remained oblivious to her feelings. The Ironblood ships had taken notice of München's struggles with her isolation and emotional pain. They knew that she felt like an outcast, being the only shipgirl of her class. Bismarck, the leader of the Ironblood faction, had taken a particular interest in München, subtly monitoring her activities and providing support when needed. "München, you're a valuable asset to our faction," Bismarck said, as she observed München from a distance. "We can't afford to lose her." Roon nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with concern. "She's a kind soul, but she's struggling to cope with her emotions. We need to keep a close eye on her." As München navigated the seas, she began to feel a sense of freedom and purpose. But she was unaware of the danger that lurked beneath the surface, waiting to strike. The Sirens, a mysterious alien race, posed a constant threat to the shipgirls, and München's isolation made her a prime target. One day, München decided to go on a solo patrol, unaware of the Ironblood ships tracking her movements. Roon, Graf Zeppelin, Friedrich der Große, U-556, Prinz Hipper, and Odin all kept a watchful eye on her from a distance. Their goal was to ensure München's safety and prevent her from getting into trouble. As München sailed through the ocean, she felt a sense of exhilaration. She was finally doing something she loved, and she was doing it alone. But unbeknownst to her, her fellow Ironblood ships were watching her every move. "She's heading straight for the Mirror Sea," Roon said, her voice laced with concern. "We need to be careful. That's where Purifier was spotted last time." Bismarck nodded, her eyes fixed on München's location. "Keep a close eye on her. I don't want her to get herself killed." As the sun began to set, München returned to port, exhausted but satisfied with her solo patrol. Bismarck was waiting for her, a look of relief on her face. "München, my Tochter," Bismarck said, using a term that München didn't understand. "You're safe now." München smiled, feeling a sense of comfort with Bismarck. But she didn't know what Bismarck had said, and she didn't suspect that she was being watched. The next day, Bismarck hugged München, saying in Germanic, "My daughter isn't dying now or ever." München was knocked out by a sleeping dart, and when she woke up, she was confused and disoriented. "What happened?" München asked, looking around in confusion. Roon smiled, her eyes filled with concern. "You were just resting, München. Don't worry about it." München nodded, still feeling a bit dazed. But she knew that something was off, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. As the days passed, München began to notice that she was being followed. She saw ships lurking in the distance, and she suspected that they were tracking her movements. But she didn't know who they were or what they wanted. "München, we need to talk," Bismarck said, as she approached München. "There are those who would seek to harm you. We can't let that happen." München looked at Bismarck, her eyes filled with confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked. Bismarck's expression turned serious. "The Sirens, München. They're a threat to all of us. And we need to be careful." München nodded, her eyes wide with understanding. She knew that she wasn't alone, and that she had the support of her fellow Ironblood ships. And she was determined to face whatever challenges came her way, with courage and determination.