Aboard the aircraft carrier Ibuki, Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto and Major General Takahashi Ibo still had not rested. Though they were utterly exhausted, neither of them felt the slightest bit sleepy.
Earlier, when he learned that the Capital Ship Squadron was at a disadvantage, Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto's heart had leaped into his throat. In his heart, he had prayed ceaselessly to Amaterasu Omikami, praying that their luck would improve, that they could turn the tide and snatch victory from defeat.
Of course, Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto knew that placing his hopes on the protection of such an ethereal god was completely useless. But at this moment, he had no other choice.
Before the naval battle erupted, they had imagined everything too perfectly. They had believed that, with their overwhelming strength, once they encountered the German Navy's battleship formation, they would achieve a crushing victory. But the outcome had now dealt them a fierce slap across the face. Those German Navy warships that looked old and outdated actually possessed tremendously formidable combat power. The Island Nation Navy's new battleships were simply no match for those old German Navy warships in a direct confrontation.
"Commander, please get some rest. I'll keep watch here," Major General Takahashi Ibo said.
Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto shook his head. "How could I possibly sleep? Our warriors are fighting the Germans on the front lines, their lives and deaths still unknown. This naval battle concerns the fate of the Empire. How could I, as the Commander, sleep soundly through it?"
Major General Takahashi Ibo opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing. He knew that with the battle going poorly, Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto was in an extremely foul mood. Under such circumstances, how could he possibly go rest?
"Commander, Yoshida will certainly lead the fleet to defeat the Germans!" Major General