Ōsaka Bay, 1st of June 2020 CE
The morning of the First of June, Imperial Era 2680 was a typically sunny, warm and dry in Kansai, characteristic of its early summers. Over the last month as the last of April's cherry blossoms faded away, a great war fleet had gathered itself in the bay, this time not to bring war to hostile foreign shores as they have done on countless occasions before, but to commemorate the founding of an alliance four-hundred years ago: The Anglo-Fusō Alliance. Originally born out of convenience between two great maritime powers, it has since then maintained itself through rain or shine, war and peace, Neurois or no Neuroi.
At precisely seven in the morning today, the Imperial Train carrying the Sovereign of the Empire had departed Kyōto Central Station and headed south. An hour or so's quiet journey through the countryside later it had arrived at Ōsaka Station exactly on schedule (as usual). At exactly 0830 local time, the crew of the Imperial Ship of the day, Second Class Aviation Cruiser Senjō, fifth of the Shirane-class assembled on the starboard deck to receive His Imperial Majesty the Reigning Sovereign of the Empire. Reiko, said Reigning Sovereign was dressed in her expertly pressed white summer uniform, wearing the ranks and insignia of a Grand-Marshal-Admiral of His Navy, a slight hint of sleep deprivation in her eyes as she straightened out the sash and collar resting on her neck. As she passed the guard with his rifle presented at the top of the boarding ladder to the trumpet signals of the Imperial Salute, the Senior Petty Officer blew the traditional long signal to pipe her aboard, and the band struck up the Imperial Anthem.
Settling on the conning bridge with the rest of her staff Reiko gripped the arms of her chair just a little bit harder as Senjō left its pier. At least the weather was splendid and the seas flat calm... Gods forbid they try to do this in more inclement weather or Reiko would make an utter fool of herself, being as congenitally seasick as she was.
The Review started at the first rank of ships parked closest to shore, consisting of the First and Second Carrier Divisions and their light carrier and cruiser escorts. Passing the first rank at the stern of the Second Class Cruiser Chikuma, the inspection party smoothly turned about and continued up between the battleships and cruisers of the second and third rank of vessels. Trumpet signals intoning the Imperial Salute echoed gently through the summer air of central Honshū as each ship in turn came to greet the Sovereign of the Empire of Fusō, fully dressed, their battle ensigns flying serenely from the masts and crews lining the sides in salute. Finally, a morning's cruise through the gathering of a hundred vessels later, leading escort and second class cruiser Mogami lead the inspection party up the final rank, consisting of specially invited guests and allies of the Empire.
As they passed the stern of the minesweepers of the sixth rank, and the hulking mass of... by all terms largest vessel invited yet hove into view - SMS Fürst Bismarck, Reiko cocked her head slightly to the side as Senjō passed Him and turned her eyes on the Chief of the Imperial Fusō Naval General Staff. "Was letting the Germans bring a battleship here such a great idea? I reckon they are stealing the show a bit." Admiral Matsuda Chiyo, Chief of the Naval General Staff said nothing in reply but acknowledged the point with a nod. Reiko continued the conversation with: "I'm not sure the Selkie appreciates being shadowed by a 50,000 ton battleship in their cruiser... hélas."
"I'm sure they will manage, Heika."
Noon in Ōsaka Bay brought with it the thunderous roar of aircraft, in sizes both large and small. Arrayed in a series of Victor formations with its commander - Vice-Admiral Chikataka Ichirō in the lead, the Imperial Fusō Naval Air Service went on parade. This arrangement of a hundred and fifty-nine aircraft and Witches, including formations from the Royal Air Force and its official display team had taken at least two to three weeks to get flawlessly right. Takeoff points all across the islands of Fusō, local weather disturbances, jetstreams, entry vectors, departure vectors... all had to be accounted for to have this large number of planes and Witches soaring across the fleet at exactly 12:00 hours Standard Fusō Time at exactly 1000 feet's altitude.
As the Red Arrows, the squadron given the honour of closing the aerial parade departed into the skies with a trail of red, white and blue, cruiser Senjō, the reviewing ship of the day docked at Kansai International Airport's pier. As Reiko moved to disembark, Admiral Matsuda quietly sighed in relief and quipped relaxedly: "Well that went awfully well at least... so far."
"Yes Admiral..." Reiko replied with a hint of an equally relieved smile on her face. "We have accomplished the major item on today's list... now for the dinner party..."