Natsu Palace's Imperial Guard opens the gates of the Palace to the Palatine. The press snaps photos as his vehicle crosses the bridge over the canal separating the extensive grounds from the rest of the city. On the opposite end of the canal, an Imperial Guard APC sits by the large white gate, with the ceremonial but elite soldiers of the guard standing at attention. That's the last the public sees--the press is never allowed on the Palace Grounds. The Empress has not been seen in public since their last meeting, which was a state dinner last year. The Chrysanthemum Monarchy has been shrouded in mystery of late...
The Palatine is met by the Lord Keeper of the Privy Seal, Daichi Hachimitsu in the Reception Hall, and grand ballroom and recreation space for special occasions at the entrance to the palace. The gardens are in bloom, and the perfume of flowers lazily wafts through the open windows. He smiles kindly and bows before shaking the Palatines hand.
"Welcome, old friend. It has been too long."
The government, if it notices this, hasn't taken much action other than to make sure no one finds out about this information.
Some protest leaders are refusing to accept the weapons. Many end up in Yakuza hands. The vast majority are intercepted before they get anywhere near the border by under cover operatives in Lothric or nearby nations. The few extremists (there's a sizable minority) barely get much of anything by the time the shipments arrive, most of which never do. But the notorious and powerful Yakuza families and gangs have spent years figuring out the ins and outs of the massive figurative and literal wall between the secluded Empire and the rest of the world... The only problem is figuring out how to get in touch with them.
Lothric does not care for or like criminals, especially those as pathetic as the Yakuza, and thusly does not invest any of it's time past the initial few shipments.
The hallways of the old building are dotted with students making their ways from either one of the campus's two spacious lobby areas to the central auditorium, lovingly given a name as the "Collegial Noh Theatre". Various kinds of people can be seen making their way through the school's old corridors: Iktah of three of the four major seasons and a few noticeably from the minor biomed subsections, as well as humans of various races like Japanese, Korean, Caifuese, and even some Zygoltianese. However, once the row of four double-doors to the theater is found by the students and opened, most of them can see more kinds of students looking to attend: minorities of even more obscure human nations, elves from one of many potential native states, even a small group of Zeporan Shardins stuck out above the crowd as they looked upon the stage. Situated in front of a great projector behind a stage floor, this place was absolutely packed. Akihito should find a seat before the presentation begins, the empty stage with a podium with a logo of a lotus flower prepped for whoever is coming to speak.
Though it has little leverage on the actual decisions of the War Ministry, full on intervention by the Kenpeitai is considered not the way to go, with one extreme not being any good for another, for now, it is thought that the best the Japanese can do is protect the embassies and detain those who cause true violence.
He smiles faintly at the iconic flower of his lineage. He takes a seat towards the front row closer to the Korean, Japanese, and Askiji Iktah students. They speak the tongues he is most familiar with. The prince scans the various young adults around him, his faint freckles catching the light. He fixes on his well practiced "regal" expression as his tutors called by instinct, which sets him apart from everyone else noticeably. He's quiet and shy, but he leaves an unmissable impression.
(Oof wait I have forgotten something)
Imperial High Command has approved the Palatinate's proposition and readied the training grounds across the nation. Imperial military discipline is notoriously rigorous, and it promotes self sacrifice for the Mikado above survival. A common saying in the military is, "surrender has no definition in Japanese, because it is not a word we use. Death and victory are."
ꌅ꒐ꈜꑀ ꊿꊯ ꁲ ꀷꑀꂵꊿꏳꌅꁲꏳꐔ/Rise Of A Democracy
The word has been spread all throughout the land, democracy is restored in Caifu, an awfully timed change due to the recent economic depression and tensions in Japan. Regardless, foreign threats are to be addressed first. This starts with everyone including the ambassador leaving Japan. The embassy is assumed to be destroyed by racist anti-Caifuan bigots. While no official statement has been declared on the matter, brand new General Secretary Wei Fei sent his translator Lin Su to Japan in order to establish a possible meeting with the Japanese government in hopes of calming down the tensions with hopes of patching up any holes in diplomacy between the two nations. The japanese co-prosperity sphere
"Hello, Hachimitsu. Yes, it has been too long. How has this life treated you since the last celebration?"
Palatine Hyrrsa made use of his Japanese, the language he had picked so much up of as he fell in love with an Iktah-Japanese Askiji over the years.
The Trade Minister closes his scroll, he then looks up to the Prime Minister of Japan.
Benjawan: “Does this mean your whaling vessels are going to continue to ignore our maritime borders and still take the resources from these sea’s?” He questioned.
He smiles as they walk through the halls and into the gardens on their way to meet the Empress in the mandarin tree grove. The two colleagues walk down the brick pathways of the quiet and peaceful zen gardens, passing various Shinto shrines and bonsai trees.
"I had a bout of sickness not long ago, but the doctors were good to me. Seems every part of my body is determined to mess with me at this point."
Hachimitsu is getting on in years. The man, now in his eighties and looking every bit a Zaibatsu aristocrat, is one of the few members of the late Emperor's personal staff who hasn't died of radiation sickness. He's lived in Askiji since the Japanese first arrived.
Despite the tense situation, things are being contained. Iktah and Japanese forces have secured the area and managed to protect the embassies. Lin Su is denied audience with the Empress, but that was to be suspected. It takes three days of his airplane being grounded and waiting for confirmation to enter Japanese territory. In the past few years, the Empire has become arguably the most militarized nation on the planet. The slowly recovering economy is being channeled towards the Imperial Military. Finally, they are given to go ahead to approach the Line of Sovereignty, the invisible barrier between Japanese territory and the rest of the world. The tranquil ocean seems peaceful and calm, with nothing in sight for miles. But no doubt there's an entire legion of missiles ready to demolish anything that passes the Line of Sovereignty. Not five minutes later, two Imperial air force jets are flying uncomfortably close the plane.
The Chairwoman of the MFA folds her hands together. "Not... ignore... I would say the word, knowingly and peacefully operate in the vicinity of the area is a better phrase, yes?"
Erisa: “Hai, it does get cold in autumn and will be freezing in winter,” she said, while the housemaids served tea to the Prince, Princess & Empress.
Erisa: “Though it’s awful to hear that there has been bad weather in Tholasyne, are your people and your family okay?” She asked, showing sympathy to the young Prince.
Prime Minister Hikaru sends out a scroll to the Zobertens, saying that any other way of improving relations can be by making an embassy which will greatly increase their diplomatic relationships.
Even though this was a first day orientation event, it seemed like quite a few people already knew each other or were getting to know each other. The auditorium was lively with chatter that seemingly welded together into a cacophonous word salad. Few seemed to notice or care about Akihito's impressions. For a moment, Akihito could have sworn to have heard his name mentioned somewhere behind him, but this could have been a passing mistake it was so brief.
Soon, the lights dim and the incoming freshmen begin to calm down. The projector turns on with a slideshow of various photos of the campus and students doing activities together, more just a side spectacle rather than any true important information. From stage left, President Jun'zon would approach the stand to begin the introductions, of course in Japanese as basically all the students would speak it. However, it is noticeable that before he begins, some of Iktah students, particularly ones seemingly from more rural areas, would be taking up and consuming a purple flower petal of sorts; Gaeafel petals to be exact.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen of places near and far. If you are here, you have been accepted to join the Askiji University family, something you should personally have pride for. I must once again congratulate you, and welcome you to Askiji University. I am Acting University President Hiv'jun'zon, and I will be your main source of information for the days leading up to your first days in our halls."
The Trade Minister gets up from the chair.
Benjawan: “Our seas are not for free, and we have maintained laws that limit fishermen from overfishing. I’m not going to allow vessels of another nation to enter our seas and take food for free that are fauna, understandably that you’re nation has endured suffering but I can send food that are grown through vegetation.” He said.
"Well, that is unfortunately the symptom of time, friend. I at least hope you know that with your age comes wisdom."