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July 20th, 1939 – Imperial Palace, Tokyo

The Imperial Palace in Tokyo stood as a symbol of Nippon's enduring strength, its grandeur reflecting the pride of the empire. Inside, in the audience chamber adorned with traditional motifs, Emperor Hiroaki sat on a raised dais. His gaze was calm but penetrating, as if he could read the thoughts of those before him. Prime Minister Kenji Tanaka knelt at a respectful distance, flanked by senior advisors.

"Your Majesty," Tanaka began, his voice steady but humble. "The world is changing, and Nippon must adapt to these shifts if we are to secure our place as a dominant power."

The Emperor nodded slightly, gesturing for him to continue.

"Valoria has risen to prominence with their victory over Ruthenia," Tanaka explained. "Their military strategy was precise, and their political influence is spreading rapidly. While the old powers of Francois and Britannia watch with apprehension, we must seize this opportunity to establish ties with them. Ignoring Valoria's ascent would be a grave mistake."

Emperor Hiroaki's face remained neutral, though his voice carried weight. "Valoria has shown strength, but they are young compared to the established powers. Why should Nippon align with a nation whose foundation is still being tested?"

Tanaka glanced at Foreign Minister Hiroshi Kuroda, who stepped forward and bowed. "Your Majesty, Valoria's rise is not a fleeting phenomenon. They have demonstrated the ability to challenge an empire as vast as Ruthenia and emerge victorious. Their approach is methodical, not reckless. If we engage with them now, we can position Nippon as an equal partner, not a rival."

The Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly. "And what of the risks? Do we not risk provoking Francois or Britannia by aligning ourselves with this new power?"

Kuroda nodded in acknowledgment. "There are risks, Your Majesty. However, remaining passive poses a greater threat. The old powers are already maneuvering to strengthen their positions against Valoria. If we act swiftly, we can secure Valoria's favor and use it as leverage in our dealings with the West."

General Takeshi Mori, a towering figure in his military uniform, interjected. "Your Majesty, Valoria's military doctrine aligns closely with our own. They value discipline, innovation, and strategic foresight. Engaging with them could provide us with valuable insights into modern warfare. Moreover, it would send a message to the world that Nippon recognizes strength and acts decisively."

The Emperor leaned back slightly, his gaze shifting between his advisors. "What is it you propose?"

Tanaka straightened, his tone confident but measured. "I propose that we send a delegation to Valoria. This delegation would not only establish diplomatic ties but also explore opportunities for military and technological collaboration. We would approach them with respect, emphasizing our shared values of strength and resilience."

Hiroaki was silent for a moment, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of his chair. "And who would lead this delegation?"

Kuroda stepped forward again. "I would lead the diplomatic contingent, Your Majesty. My experience in foreign affairs and familiarity with Valoria's political landscape would ensure that Nippon's interests are well represented."

General Mori added, "I will accompany Minister Kuroda to represent our military. My presence will demonstrate Nippon's strength and willingness to collaborate on matters of mutual defense and strategy."

The Emperor's gaze settled on Mori. "Your presence will also be interpreted as a statement of intent. Are you prepared for the implications of such a move?"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

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Mori's response was firm. "Yes, Your Majesty. Valoria respects power, and they must see that Nippon is a nation that values strength. This mission is not just about diplomacy—it is about securing Nippon's future."

Hiroaki's lips pressed into a thin line as he considered their words. Finally, he spoke. "Very well. Proceed with your preparations. But remember, this mission is not one of submission. Nippon bows to no one."

Tanaka bowed deeply. "Your Majesty's wisdom guides us. We will ensure that this mission reflects the dignity and strength of Nippon."

July 25th, 1939.

The Prime Minister's office was a hive of activity. Advisors moved between desks laden with documents, and telephones rang incessantly as preparations for the Valorian mission took shape.

Kuroda stood by a large map of Europe pinned to the wall, addressing a group of diplomats and military officers. "Valoria's capital, Volkshalle, will be the center of this mission. Our research indicates that their Supreme Leader, Alexander, is a highly enigmatic figure. Very little is known about his origins or motivations, but he is a man who values discipline and results."

One diplomat raised his hand. "Minister Kuroda, how do we approach someone so secretive? What if our overtures are met with suspicion?"

Kuroda adjusted his glasses, his tone confident. "We approach with respect and precision. Valoria has already demonstrated its interest in reshaping the global order. They will welcome engagement with a nation that shares their commitment to strength and innovation."

General Mori, standing at the head of the room, added, "We must also be prepared for skepticism. Valoria will scrutinize every detail of our delegation. That is why we will lead with strength. Our delegation will include senior military figures, and our flagship, the IJN Shinano, will escort us to their shores. The message will be clear: Nippon is an equal partner, not a subordinate."

An aide entered the room, carrying a stack of documents. "Prime Minister, these are the final drafts of the delegation's itinerary and talking points."

Tanaka reviewed the papers briefly before handing them to Kuroda and Mori. "Ensure these align with our objectives. Every word, every gesture matters. This mission must be flawless."

As the meeting concluded, Kuroda and Mori stepped aside to confer privately.

"General, how do you assess our chances of success?" Kuroda asked.

Mori's expression was stoic. "Valoria will not trust us immediately, but they will respect our approach. They are pragmatic. If we present ourselves as a nation that values strength and order, they will see the potential in collaboration."

Kuroda nodded. "Then we proceed with confidence. This mission is as much about perception as it is about diplomacy. Valoria must see Nippon as a force to be reckoned with."

July 28th, 1939 – Yokohama Harbor

The IJN Shinano stood ready at the harbor, its sleek design a testament to Nippon's naval prowess. Diplomats, military officers, and their aides boarded the vessel under the watchful eyes of gathered officials and citizens.

Prime Minister Tanaka stood on the dock, addressing the delegation before their departure.

"This mission is a turning point for Nippon," he said, his voice carrying over the sound of the waves. "You carry the hopes of our nation with you. Remember, you represent a proud empire. Act with dignity, speak with clarity, and show the world that Nippon is a nation that recognizes strength and seizes opportunity."

Kuroda and Mori bowed deeply before boarding the ship. As the Shinano began its journey, the gathered crowd waved banners and flags, their cheers echoing across the harbor.

Tanaka watched until the ship disappeared over the horizon, his expression resolute. "The world is changing," he murmured. "And Nippon will not be left behind."