September 24th, 1939 ā Off the Coast of Valoria
The IJN Shinano cut through the calm waters, its massive hull gliding steadily as the delegation of the Nippon Empire prepared to make history. The ship's deck was bustling with activity; sailors worked in tight formations, adjusting sails, ensuring supplies were accounted for, and preparing for what lay ahead.
Foreign Minister Hiroshi Kuroda stood at the bow of the ship, his hands clasped behind his back as he gazed at the horizon. General Takeshi Mori joined him, his ceremonial katana at his side, a stoic expression etched across his face.
"Fifty-eight days," Mori muttered, his deep voice breaking the silence. "We've crossed nearly the entire globe to be here. Let us hope the Valorians understand the significance of this gesture."
"They will," Kuroda replied confidently. "Valoria respects strength and strategy. Our arrival is both."
