"That's VP of Takasaki Shipbuilding. It's a big battle."
The smiling, but still smiling man speaks to Sakura. Sakura remembers that he must have been our diplomat, but he didn't know exactly where he was, and it didn't matter. She smiles back at it, "I was just lucky," even though she feels somewhat sick of it.
The large hall where this little party was likely to take place was a social place built within the EAP fortress, with various directors of related companies showing their faces. A large number of tables line the venues in the form of standing meals, lined with narrow places and dishes.
The venue next door has the head of Little Tokyo, and they're supposed to discuss the way forward and something in the war. The other venue is for my father to go as a representative, so I am merely a face for socializing.
"No way, just luck. Oh no. We're talking about an EAP World War II Medal of Merit award. Destroyer 8 on cruiser 3. Is the number of other ships 22 a great battle since this war began?"
Not an earlier man, but another one surrounding her emits. When he looks around to ask for consent, he nods in unison that the gathered people are.
"Well, you know, what? Oh, from the circumstances. I'm just saying there was nothing else. You were grumpy then, and honestly you don't remember it well. So, you don't have to ask me too many questions, do you?
Sakura leads the way before the story reaches the battle. She still doesn't know if the command was the best at that time or not, and even thought it wouldn't matter. This command function was carried out to foil the next vice president of Takasaki Shipbuilding, and was scheduled to go around the back after the next one. Besides, most of the battle was struck out by a transport company called Rising Sun.
"But you didn't expect enemies..."
Sakura small and blurry so that no one can hear you.
That universe was supposed to be a pretty low place in the first place in terms of importance, and fights were unlikely to happen. The EAP just chose it as a passage for the fortress they built, and it wasn't like there was anything strategic
"Right. Maybe something important happened to them. What do you think?
The woman surrounded by a smile that makes her face look good. When Sakura remembers that the woman was an auditory enhancement android, she adores herself for making nagging remarks.
"Come on, you know. I have no idea, and even if I do, it's something I can say on this occasion... Mmm, excuse me. Looks like your father's here."
When she senses the arrival of her father from the appearance of a crowd that can circle her face with her, she walks out to the other side with that refusal just as it is a good opportunity. I knew seeing my father would make me feel depressed, but it seemed like a lot more than giving me a lousy borough on this occasion.
Sakura didn't like my father. More importantly, it was the object of fear.
Even as everyone spoiled her, except my father. Sakura never remembered her father doing anything like a father, and she hardly ever talked to him. Even if there was, it was either a business necessity or a sermon to scold her. It was only now that I could thank my strict father for his education, but I couldn't possibly know that gratitude or anything until I was an adult, but there were times when I just hated him.
"Father, it's been a while. I'm relieved you haven't changed."
Sakura, regarded as the most salute in the Empire, gives thanks to his opponent in the form of five fingers together. But his eyes shall lie down, and his face shall not be seen. If I look at it, I'm overwhelmed, and I can't say anything.
Sakura.
Stifled, but powerful voice. At the corner of Sakura's vision, I see the same black hair as hers, probably with the same hairstyle as before. The long hair tip tied behind her is shaking loosely.
"I heard the story. I hear you've been very active."
The supreme power gathers 220,000 takasaki shipbuilders as they slowly advance their feet toward Sakura. When Sakura's father, counting age 74, stopped his leg right in front of her, he made a sound and breathed. Sakura thinks reflexively that she will be intimidated, making her shoulders shrug.
"Good job!!
A loud voice echoing every corner of the wide floor in a venue where the executives of related companies gather.
"... Yes?
She surprised me aloud, but that too has now been undone by a bigger surprise. She wonders when it has been the first time that my father has praised me, but I still think that the praised memory itself does not exist in the first place.
"Don't look like that, put your chest up. A lot of employees must have been saved at your discretion. I'll leave the fleet to you in the future. I hope so."
That's what Takasaki Shipbuilding president says, he turns around and walks away. Sakura stared at his father's back as he headed to the exit, but let himself wave into the joy that gradually overflowed from somewhere in his heart.
"Praised...... Praised!!
The surroundings are already after my father, and I'm not here. She screamed out loud, wondering if it was okay.
"Well, thank you for inviting me, Taylor."
Taro steps slowly into the dimly lit room. He gets anxious that maybe he got the wrong room, but the BISHOP indication was undoubtedly Commander EAP2's room.
"Wow, that's a great room... and so was Dean, but there's money everywhere."
Luxurious rooms filled with luxury, like hotel royal suites in Europe. All the furniture is made of finely sculpted, dug wood, and a large pot of ornamental plants is placed right there in the room. When Taro peeks in and confirms that the plant is authentic, the broad-leaved leaves are smothered with his fingertips.
"Are you interested in plants?
A familiar voice, heard from the back of the room. Taro didn't particularly like plants, so he turned to his voice and said, "I don't think so."
"Well, so am I. You just keep it around on your own, you don't even usually look at it... hey, you've actually never seen me face to face before, Mr. Taylor. Sakura, the director of the Takasaki shipbuilding and commander of EAP2."
What emerged from the open door was a beauty with black hair and eyes. The face is very similar to that of the Japanese, perhaps mimicking a flame or something. The purple tattoo in the left eye area was very impressive.
"Uh, yes. Nice to meet you. During the fight the other day, the... I'm sorry to hear you say that."
Reminds me of my interactions during the encounter, and when I have a bad bat, I get a head full. "It's outrageous," Sakura said to him, thinking that if she was such a beauty, she should have said it more gently, etc.
"To be honest, it was very helpful. I'm not very good at fighting. As you may know, the decorative commander... oh, call me."
Sakura, who rings his nose and says so. When Taro replies carelessly, "Huh," he lowers his back to the soft couch as he is urged.
"Uh, he says he's not good at fighting, but so are the other commanders?
I don't know what the reason for this call is, but I'm going to ask Taro what he wants to hear for now. Sakura said it was "similar" to such a tall one.
"The EAP basically wants pacifism. Most things have been solved with gold, and I've been as cautious as I can in acting to put pressure on my surroundings. That's why armaments against economic size are so small by the time they're unusual. The inevitable rubbing has been entrusted to a major central security company, and hardly anyone with real combat experience, etc.?
Sakura sits opposite Taro as she loosens her feathered shawl. Taro can see from between the shawls, I don't know if it's Negrije, but I'm thrilled with the lightweight flashy outfit.
"Ha... but then you can't handle things like this one, can you? How have you been?
No matter how much you entrust to a security company, there's no such thing as a company that can handle a head-on collision between alliances. Gigantech, the largest supermassive company in the galaxy, may be able to do that, but there is no doubt that the consignment cost will be an astronomical amount, and if we invite such a large army in, we will not necessarily keep our spearheads on the EAP side.
"Ever? No, no, this can't have happened before. War is what is on the prolonged line of economic friction. If so, eliminate that friction, or give me benefits in other respects, and I won't even have to wage war in the first place. But this one... I don't know what to describe. They're not for gold, are they?
Sakura shows her shoulder flapping with a body like I don't know why. Taro sweats cold that this has gone bad when he decides that she apparently isn't lying.
"Yep... right. Enzio is fighting for independence and survival, so most of the time it won't break. Instead, I think you're going to do it thoroughly until one of them falls. That would be a total battle."
If the story of the exiles were true, Enzio said it was aimed at independence against the Empire. If so, the only solution to the problem was the blockade of the route to the Empire, which should not have been acceptable from the people of other systems. If we do that, the economy of the surrounding system will be destroyed and there will be a large number of starving deaths.
Arm up, yeah and roaring Taro. But there, a strong blow coming from cultural differences is fired by Sakura.
"What the hell is total force?