Blue skies, white clouds, wheeling seagulls, and shimmering waves.
A cruise ship sailed through the calm waters of Tokyo Bay toward a rugged island.
The deck was packed with impeccably dressed men and women in suits, their faces bearing the air of elites, though their races, skin colors, and nationalities varied.
Several days had passed since the Battle of Iwo Jima. After urgent political consultations, the nations of the world had formally dispatched a joint delegation to visit Japan, now under the rule of the Uchiha Clan.
Their purpose was to address the upheavals brought by the Crimson Moon, the Tailed Beasts, and the very real possibility of the end of the world.
"This ship might just be Noah's Ark..."
Standing downwind, the Russian ambassador heard a faint sigh carried on the sea breeze. Without turning around, he knew it had come from his nemesis, the American ambassador.
A flicker of schadenfreude first crossed the Russian's eyes, followed by the grief of seeing another suffer a fate he might share. His expression grew grave.
The White House spokesperson had offered a vague explanation for the three nuclear bombs dropped on Iwo Jima, claiming they were intended to curb the Nine-Tails Demon Fox's arrogance and demonstrate the unshakable resolve of the beacon of human civilization, and so on.
Through their sincere cooperation with the Uchiha Clan, they had successfully defeated the Nine-Tails Demon Fox!
The White House's pack of lies might fool its own citizens, but it could not deceive the leaders of other countries.
Who knew how many eyes had been watching Iwo Jima from orbit that night?
After the nuclear explosions, a large number of prominent American military and political figures and their followers had either been made to "commit suicide" or arrested. The interest groups behind them had