Hokkaido, Northern Area General Headquarters of the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force.
Within the Sapporo Garrison.
Masato Yasaki, with a blade of grass in his mouth, leisurely lay on the lawn beside the base, basking in the warm sunlight from the sky.
He gazed at the azure sky, feeling an exceptional ease of mind.
Since the world went through de-industrialization pollution, for people like him who often find ti to slack off, it beca easier to directly perceive the ever more beautiful sky.
How wonderful.
Lying under such a clear blue sky, letting the gentle breeze brush past his cheeks.
Masato Yasaki felt he could lay there, motionless, for hours.
It would be even better to have a cup of fragrant coffee by his side.
Masato Yasaki yawned, continuing to stare at the blue sky in a daze.
"Yasaki, Yasaki!"
The call of his friend, Taro Yasui, made him turn his head and watch this friend rush over.
The slightly chubby face was covered in sweat, and he panted heavily, "Why are you still lying here? Hurry up to the strategy eting room!"
"I didn't hear anything about having drills today."
Masato Yasaki wore a rather surprised expression.
Taro Yasui took a few deep breaths and stamred, "War, war is coming!"
"Is that so? Then it's best you practice the French military salute in advance, so your surrender doesn't look sloppy.
Hopefully, it's from the Eastern Great Nation this way, and perhaps after surrendering, we might even turn into a socialist country."
Masato Yasaki replied unhurriedly.
In his view, with the current strength of the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force, it would be better to surrender early against the Eastern Great Nation.
Taro Yasui couldn't help but retort, "Is this sothing a staff officer should be saying?"
"Reality doesn't change just because you say sothing; enthusiasm, effort, and victory don't win wars.
What decides the outco of war are military equipnt, troop quality, logistical capability, and so on, none of which we have. What are we going to fight with?"
Masato Yasaki shook his head, spat out the blade of grass, stood up and patted Yasui's shoulder, "Alright, let's go, let's not keep the bald Major General waiting."
"Yasaki, I really can't tell if you're big-hearted or just indifferent."
Taro Yasui scratched his head and said in a low voice, "Our battle target this ti isn't a country, but monsters.
The Major General says, the monsters from the different world are stirring, and rather than sitting and waiting, we should actively attack the different world."
The Pri Minister directly gave orders, saying we should intensify training and simulate responses to monsters."
"Is that so? Hopefully, it's really like that."
Masato Yasaki adjusted his hat, showing a hint of helplessness.
Taro Yasui asked sowhat doubtfully, "Why do you say that?"
"During World War II, when we started wars, we didn't tell the people it was for plundering other countries.
Everything was cloaked in the guise of justice.
This ti, it's likely the higher-ups have found a way to the different world and chose to invade actively."
"No way, right?"
"Never underestimate the greed of those up top, especially those old n, I don't believe they have no desire for immortality."
Masato Yasaki's words left Taro Yasui in silence.
He couldn't refute that viewpoint.
Taro Yasui would willingly lay down his life to protect the world.
But if it's for the upper echelon's quest for immortality, he feels his life is better kept and shouldn't be offered lightly.
...
The two didn't speak any more sensitive topics after entering the strategy building and made their way to the strategy command room on the third floor.
Entering from the back door, the room was already filled with the strategists of the Northern Command Departnt.
From those with white hair to young people like them, though, the proportion of middle-aged and elderly was higher, and young people appeared a bit scarce.
Usually, it's the young ones who operate the high-tech equipnt during etings.
The middle-aged and senior strategists, including the Major General, just sat there.
They couldn't handle those high-tech gadgets, nor did they want to delve into them earnestly.
With young people operating, why should they bother learning such annoying things themselves?
Masato Yasaki felt worried about such high managent.
He thought the higher-ups could avoid manual operation but couldn't afford to be ignorant!
There seed to be no way around it.
Once adults reach a certain age, they slowly close off their learning pathways, starting to reject new knowledge entering their minds, becoming stubborn.
Masato Yasaki took his seat, while images of the monster data Japan has collected to date appeared on the large screen on the wall.
Along with the monsters' shapes, sizes, abilities, and other details as dictated by Phoenix Academy Maggie.
"Major General, all the strategists have arrived."
"Alright, distribute the notebooks, and we'll start the eting."
The Major General, clad in military uniform, had just turned fifty-six years old this year, and the front of his head was almost bald, with only sparse black hair covering it, seemingly ready to fully transition to baldness in a year or two.
"Following the Pri Minister's order this ti, not only us but other countries as well must conduct joint operations, forming the largest army in human history to invade the different world.
The target is the monster leader Dread Emperor and Naraku, with forty-eight Treasure Users assisting us in the action."
The Major General spoke with enthusiasm, pressing his hands on the table, "The Pri Minister has posed two questions on how the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force can collaborate with nine Treasure Users in combat.
And how to coordinate the world's armies and forty-eight Treasure Users for collaboration.
Answering these questions successfully will earn you a eting with the Pri Minister, and an opportunity to be promoted as a strategist in the Special Operations Command.
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