Nagoya-Osaka Operation Plan

───「 GODZILLA POV 」───

With a 250-meter-tall body rising from the ocean, Godzilla, its iron-gray skin drenched in seawater, stood under the sunlight.

The city around it was lifeless—its people had long fled.

Upon confirming Godzilla's approach through the sea, civilians were evacuated to Osaka and Hokkaido.

Now, they waited, breath held, watching for its next move.

Would it head west toward Nagoya and Osaka?

Or would it turn east and obliterate the farthest reaches of Japan?

Humanity observed Godzilla with satellites and drones, desperately gathering intelligence for the battle ahead.

And Godzilla? It gazed upon the abandoned city of Shizuoka, flames licking at the edges of its monstrous maw.

It had made its decision—to erase all traces of human civilization before it.

The air crackled with ionized energy as Godzilla opened its mouth, locking onto the city's heart.

Then, it fired.

A blinding beam of atomic energy surged from its throat at supersonic speed, ripping through the skyline. Buildings in its path vaporized, their steel frames melting away before they even collapsed.

CRACK.

A searing fireball erupted behind the initial blast, its brilliance dwarfing the midday sun.

Structures crumbled, some toppling sideways, others imploding under the unimaginable heat. Those closest to the impact point simply detonated, their materials unable to withstand the atomic fury.

Skyscrapers over a hundred meters tall buckled in succession, falling like dominos.

Some collapsed outright, while others, still smoldering, were caught in the cascading debris, spreading destruction further.

Yet, before the remains could settle, something faster arrived.

The shockwave.

A searing flash of light washed over the ruins, turning exposed paper to cinders, igniting fabric, melting plastic. Windows burst into shrapnel before the buildings themselves could even collapse.

BOOM!!!

The explosion's force reached outward, hurling rubble and vehicles like toys. Smaller structures were crushed instantly, while those at the periphery were obliterated by airborne wreckage.

Glass shattered across several kilometers. The inferno behind Godzilla grew hotter, brighter, consuming all in its wake.

The fireball expanded, devouring everything, its radiance lasting minutes as it melted steel and stone alike.

Then, as the flames finally waned, a colossal mushroom cloud took its place, stretching kilometers wide and soaring tens of kilometers high. Its dark, ashen mass loomed over the land, a grim monument to destruction.

Shizuoka's city center had ceased to exist.

But Godzilla was not finished.

SIZZLE. SIZZLE. SIZZLE.

Its breath carved through the mushroom cloud, birthing new infernos in the ruins below. Towers still standing were blasted away, while anything remotely flammable ignited in an instant. Superheated debris rained from above—a storm of molten glass and burning steel.

In mere minutes, Shizuoka, like Tokyo ten days prior, became an ocean of flames.

The devastation complete, Godzilla turned its gaze southwest—toward Nagoya and Osaka.

Why?

Because that was where the most humans remained. More people. More cities. More destruction to bring.

It would not stop until humanity was erased from this world.

───「 Human POV 」───

Meanwhile, in the Far East Command Center in Osaka, hundreds of kilometers away:

"Hurry! Hurry! Godzilla is advancing on our position! Prepare the Anti-Godzilla cannons!"

"The conventional forces in the Nagoya Mountains are already in place! Several frontline bases have been established to counter potential EMPs!"

"What about the incendiary agents? What's the status at Nagoya Airport? Can our satellites maintain communications with the frontline heavy artillery?"

"All incendiary loads are ready! One-fifth of the unmanned bombers have been armed! MOP-4 deep-penetration bombs are equipped and ready for deployment!"

"Good!"

The command center buzzed with frantic energy. There was no room for error—Godzilla was coming. Any delay, any hesitation, could mean the difference between survival and annihilation.

Everyone in the room knew what was at stake. Their families, their homes, their entire nation.

Yet, amidst the chaos, a handful of officers remained eerily calm.

These were the highest-ranking officials, including General Hiroshi Sato, Supreme Commander of the Far East Defense Force.

At that moment, he was calmly brewing tea.

Seated beside him were other generals tasked with overseeing the operation, but their expressions betrayed their frustration. Unlike Sato, they could not afford to relax.

However, they dared not voice their displeasure openly—Sato was a direct appointee of the United Government. His position alone spoke volumes of the trust placed in him.

His past successes in counterterrorism were well-documented. But Godzilla was no terrorist organization.

Could he truly handle this?

One general, a Russian officer named Ivan Petrov, could no longer hold his tongue.

"General Sato," he said, his tone barely concealing his skepticism. "Given the severity of our situation, shouldn't you be reassessing Godzilla's movements? Comparing them to your predictions?"

Sato glanced at him, mildly surprised. "Ah, General Petrov. What you're suggesting is not within a commander's role. I oversee strategy and deployment, not tactical execution."

He took a slow sip of his tea before continuing, "The plan has already been set. Everything that needed to be done has been done. So why not take a moment to enjoy ourselves? It may very well be our last."

General Petrov scowled. He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Even if the tactical orders are in place, you should still be double-checking. Reconsidering if there's a better approach. Do you truly believe our current plan can defeat Godzilla?"

His words were reasonable, his concerns valid.

Sato, however, remained silent for a moment.

Then, he exhaled.

"No, General Petrov."

Petrov's expression hardened.

"The real question," Sato continued, "is not whether our tactics can defeat Godzilla."

He set his teacup down, gazing at the large screen displaying the approaching behemoth.

"The real question is—besides this plan, do we even have another way to win?"