"On a military harbor's quiet night—"
"The waves gently rock by the shore—"
"Young sailors rest their heads upon the swells—"
"And smile sweetly in their dreams—"
Shen Le lay in a rocking chair at the front of the deck, his eyes closed as he swayed back and forth, softly humming. Beside him, Li Xingtang tapped his sword to keep time, the Silk Skirts danced together, while Qing Deng muttered at the side:
[You sang it wrong—it should be "The waves gently rock the warship," not "by the shore"—]
"I've sung 'by the shore' ever since I was little!" Shen Le shot to his feet in embarrassed fury. "I'm used to singing it that way, okay?!"
Fine, fine, of course it was okay. But with that disruption, the previously lazy, peaceful atmosphere was completely gone.
Shen Le sighed, shifted from the rocking chair to an ergonomic chair, and sat up straight. He picked up his phone in his left hand, swiped the screen to confirm the text, then took up a stack of aluminum foil in his right. "Cloud Kun camouflage experiment, Plan Four, first trial—begin!"
He formed a hand seal with his left hand and tossed the aluminum foil into the air with his right. Magical ripples spread out, and the foil broke apart into a silver-gray cloud that enveloped the ship's exterior.
The hull, deck, and exterior instantly changed from a deep, warm wood tone to a bright metallic sheen. Satisfied, Shen Le walked from one end of the ship to the other before picking up his phone. "Hello? How is it?"
"Very good!" On the reconnaissance vessel trailing far behind, the observers gave Shen Le a thumbs-up through the video feed. "The radar return has been simulated very convincingly! It can basically fool people! The sonar still