Admitting Defeat

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

On the waters of Tokyo Bay, the warships of the German Expeditionary Fleet were firing fiercely. Shell after shell screamed through the air and smashed into Tokyo's urban districts.

By now, Tokyo was already shrouded in billowing smoke and soaring flames. Though it was broad daylight, the black smoke rising into the sky blotted out the heavens and covered the earth, as if it were about to block out even the sun's light.

Prosperous Tokyo was being reduced to ruins bit by bit beneath the bombardment of the German Expeditionary Fleet.

Although Tokyo was the capital of the Island Nation, its buildings were no different from those elsewhere, most of them constructed mainly of wood. That made them exceedingly easy to ignite. The blaze spread unchecked through Tokyo, burning the city into ruins.

Had a fire broken out in peacetime, the well-trained fire brigades could have extinguished it at once. But now, everyone was fleeing for their lives. No one was putting out fires. What Tokyo would look like in the end, perhaps only Amaterasu Omikami knew.

"General, as the Island Nation's largest city, quite a few districts of Tokyo lie beyond the range of our main guns. I'm afraid completely destroying Tokyo will be impossible," Rear Admiral Mauff said.

"Mm. Still, being able to destroy more than half of Tokyo is already very good. I believe our operation has dealt the Island Nation a tremendous shock. They should now understand just how painful the price of offending the Empire is. If they know what is good for them, they should immediately accept the Empire's Conditions!" Vice Admiral Spee said.

"General, what if the Island Nation remains stubbornly deluded?" Rear Admiral Mauff asked.

Vice Admiral Spee considered it, a flash of resolve passing through his eyes. "If