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Pontus has struck without warning, again. The Third Pontic-Inazuman War has ignited, shattering the fragile peace between the two seafaring nations. As fleets clash under crimson skies, Admiral Sangonomiya Kokomi of Inazuma must lead her armada against the cunning and relentless Pontic garrison.

In a theater of war spanning uncharted waters and treacherous coastlines, loyalties are tested, alliances are forged, and betrayal lurks in the depths. With the fate of her nation hanging by a thread, Kokomi faces not only the enemy but the ghosts of her past and a dangerous secret that could turn the tide of the war—or destroy everything she holds dear.

Amidst the roar of cannons and the whisper of waves, honor and survival become inseparable in this tale of maritime strategy, sacrifice, and the enduring spirit of the warrior. "Waves of Honor" immerses readers in a Japanese-inspired naval epic where every decision carries the weight of an empire.

Eiko no Nami - Waves of Honor

Kokomi stormed angrily into the DNI's office, her knuckles white as she gripped the hilt of her ceremonial katana so tight it seemed to be on the verge of snapping. She'd considered putting it back within her spartan quarters but changed her mind, deciding that it might add to her threatening words.

As usual, the bespectacled Nagumo Ei was behind her laptop, thick stacks of reports scattered neatly around her desk. She looked up, startled at Kokomi's dramatic entrance. "What's wrong?" she asked slightly nervously, knowing the Rear Admiral's rare but terrifying tempers.

"I'll tell you what's wrong." Kokomi snarled, her hair done untidily around her neck. "Why the actual hell were we not notified about a massive air flotilla mobilisation?" Ei, shocked by her tone and state of unkemptness, remained silent for a few moments before speaking. "It's close to their annual CRIMSON SEA naval exercise, so my staff found nothing wrong with the report and I don't have time to inspect something that seems routine." she added a little haughtily. "Speaking of which, I was about to tell you that all of their carriers have left port for the Astraen Sea."

Kokomi, who had just stopped to take a sip of water, now nearly spit it out, coughing as she glanced back at Ei. "All twelve carriers?" "All twelve."

She left the DNI's office, thoughtful about the bombshell Nagumo Ei had just dropped on her head casually. Then her thoughts spun to the report of the completed construction and commission of the RIS Shirakumo, a cutting-edge Samidare-class hunter submarine. Oh, yes. A small, wicked smile creased her gorgeous face. She had the perfect welcoming committee for the Pontic carriers.

She lit a cigarette, exhaling deeply as she watched the thin wisp of smoke gently vanish, like a fickle wind. She was frustrated and wanted someone in her bed before she had to deal with the bullshit again.

Chapter 3