Takashō Morita, the Japanese side's second-in-command, was currently flying into a rage aboard his own ship.
"That bastard Ozawa Seiji! He is the Empire's disgrace! Surrendering without a fight is simply an unforgivable crime! This is an insult to the Empire's soldiers—he has even ruined the spirit of Bushido! And those traitors, those white-eyed wolves you can never raise..."
Just as Ozawa Seiji had said, Takashō Morita was a reckless brute with courage but no strategy. Yet a temperament like his was quite popular in Japan's current social climate, especially since he had a high-ranking uncle looking after him.
In truth, East African and Japanese society shared some similarities. Both had a relatively strong militaristic atmosphere, and a blunt, straightforward personality actually made it easier to get by.
Of course, Japan was far more extreme than East Africa, even more so than Prussia. Perhaps island geography had shaped its national character.
"Commander, with a single order from Ozawa Seiji, we have already lost one-third of our men. The disparity between our strength and East Africa's is simply too great. How should we respond?"
Hearing his subordinate's question, Takashō Morita was equally frustrated. He said, "Although the East African Fleet is powerful, it was not as though we had no chance to outwit them before. We had enough numbers. Though they are merely fishing boats and merchant vessels, we have enough cannons. If we found an opportunity to close in on the East African Fleet, we could definitely deal them a heavy blow. It is all Ozawa Seiji's fault for surrendering without a fight..."
"Commander, the East African Navy would never let us get close, would they? I believe Ozawa Seiji thought of that as well, which was why he gave up resistance and chose to withdraw first."
"Enough. Stop making