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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

Rear Admiral Sangonomiya Kokomi awoke in a hotel bed, her entire body sore from the thorough fucking her partner for the night had given her. Kokomi ran a hand through her hair as she adjusted the bedsheets, her one-night stand moaning softly as the girl snuggled underneath the bedsheets again. Kokomi reached over to squeeze the girl's creamy thigh one last time, then stood up and walked towards the bathroom to freshen up. She had to face reality again.

Within two hours, she had arrived at Akaigawa Submarine Base, where the Shirakumo, following her orders, had been fully armed with Type 95 torpedoes and several Type 88 anti-ship guided missiles.

This was the submarine that now laid under the deceptively calm waves of the Astraen Sea, just thirty miles off the Kyurii Islands. Next to the Shirakumo rested the RIS Osumī, an Atago-class support hunter submarine. Both remained silent as their respective radar officers picked up on the signatures of eight carriers and twelve battleships, and Sangonomiya Kokomi watched her torpedomen slowly load in six torpedoes.

"Set up firing solution." One breathed, her voice thick and nervous. The torpedoes locked onto targets.

"Fire." Kokomi's calm, deadly voice sliced through the thick, tense atmosphere, an order to exact bloody vengeance for twelve thousand dead.

The Pontic carriers, sensing danger, engaged in seemingly random circles to evade the homing torpedoes. This was standard doctrine, but it was in vain. The torpedoes found them anyway.

The two submarines slid quietly away from the scene as the carriers continued to flounder helplessly in the sun-warmed waters of the Astraen Sea. There was no need for Pontus to ever learn about the Shirakumo's existence.

And as Kokomi listened to the passage of a Neustrashimy-class destroyer and a Udaloy-class cruiser to her right, she smiled. The Pontic navy would never find them.

Chapter 4