Uchida Kosai racked his brains and, at last, barely managed to muddle through the first day of the conference. In his personal view, the best approach would be to calculate according to each country's existing naval tonnage. That way, no one would lose out.
But he knew the Navy Ministry would never agree. They were already dissatisfied with the Eight-Eight Plan currently underway and were even preparing to add another two capital ships outside the plan. At a time like this, how could disarmament possibly be discussed so easily?
Had he known that his first task as foreign minister would be arms-limitation negotiations, he would never have fought for the position, not even if it killed him!
It was too late for regrets now. He had to secure the consent of every country while also satisfying the people back home—how was that even possible?
By the demands of those lords at home, unless they obtained the world's number-one naval tonnage, it would be difficult to satisfy those chuunibyou adolescents!
Sometimes, Uchida Kosai wondered whether the idiots in the Army Ministry had been raised on shit.
No matter how great the benefits, they could not afford to offend every great power in the world!
What had the Empire of Japan gained from the Americas War?
Apart from the Army privately snatching back a huge pile of spoils, even the colonies it had acquired were forced to be handed over. What use were those spoils?
For the sake of those spoils, every diplomatic effort made by successive Japanese governments had been utterly destroyed in one stroke!
"Yamamoto, immediately send our current situation to the Cabinet and have the government come up with a solution as soon as possible. Tell them that every country is targeting us now. If this is not