Bharat.
This was a country famed for its "absurdity," where any bizarre occurrence seemed perfectly natural. For example:
"Bharat fears no form of war and will deliver the fiercest retaliation to its enemies—"
An elderly white-haired man wrapped in a traditional Bharati turban was delivering an impassioned speech from the podium.
"The timing will be decided by our military!"
"The method will also be decided by our military!"
"The conditions for victory will likewise be set by us!"
It had to be said that the old man was a fine speaker. Though he spoke slowly, his words were forceful enough, as could be seen from the Brahmins and Kshatriyas of the military and political circles waving flags below the podium.
However, only the people of Bharat could laugh at such remarks. Just like their so-called "great victory," it was utterly baffling.
Not long ago, Bharat and a neighboring country had fought a brief "war."
The root of the two countries' enmity lay with England.
Back then, England could no longer maintain the power of its "empire on which the sun never sets," and its many colonies gained independence one after another.
But with England's habit of screwing people over, how could it possibly let its former "servants" have an easy time?
Thus, it deliberately left behind many ambiguous territories in various places. The countries involved naturally understood that this was an open scheme, but who could possibly give up "national territory"? As a result, many countries became "hereditary enemies" from then on.
"Now, Bharat's servant has stepped forward—"
The white-haired old man pointed at himself. He was Bharat's fifteenth prime minister and styled himself as a servant of the nation.
At the same time, he was hinting that his caste was merely Vaishya: one required to support Brahmins and Kshatriyas