Reincarnated with the Country System

Northern Ocean, 17-6-1561 WC

Hundreds of Indiana Empire vessels stretched across the horizon—galleons of enchanted ironwood, colossal spell-towers floating on runes, and massive arcane battleships whose decks shimmered with fire and lightning. Drums pounded from their hulls, horns blared, and chants echoed over the waves.

Against them surged the fleet of the Bernard Empire. Cold steel, nuclear carriers, missile cruisers, destroyers, and submarines cut forward like blades through the storm.

On the carrier Akagi.

Admiral Akari was calm. Hands behind his back, eyes fixed on the horizon.

"Admiral," an officer reported, bowing slightly. "Satellite confirms another Indiana fleet maneuvering behind us. Still distant, but advancing."

Akari did not blink. His voice cut through the bridge with calm steel.

"They will arrive too late. We finish this quickly."

He turned his gaze toward the sea where the Indiana 28th Fleet pressed forward. Somewhere in its vast formation, hidden in the rear, burned their greatest pride—the colossal Vosha, a Nagaratha-class carrier, already scarred by Bernard aircraft.

Akari's hand flicked. "Send Yamato and Musashi forward. All ships—advance at full speed. Break their line. Strike through. We will destroy their 28th Fleet and then the rest."

"Aye, Admiral!"

Orders rippled outward like shockwaves. Sirens wailed, decks shook as engines pushed to their limits. The twin giants of the Bernard navy, Yamato and Musashi, surged ahead—steel mountains plated in armor, 900 feet long, their 460mm main guns already angled toward the enemy. Their presence alone bent the will of the sea.

From Indiana ironwood battleships came beams of runic energy, streaks of blue flame, and bolts of stormfire. Spell-tower platforms crackled, hurling shards of molten rock. Flying creatures—gryphons, wyverns, thunderbirds—launched from decks, their riders screaming battle cries.

The sky itself darkened under the flood of wings.

"Activate Aegis grid. Anti-air—fire at will!"

Across the Bernard fleet, anti-aircraft batteries roared. Phalanx CIWS guns screamed, spinning at thousands of rounds per minute. Radar-guided cannons locked and fired with mechanical perfection. Surface-to-air missiles leapt skyward.

The swarm of beasts shattered under the barrage. Gryphons exploded mid-flight, wyverns tumbled aflame, thunderbirds were torn apart by relentless steel. Feather, scale, and burning flesh rained into the ocean. Their carcasses struck Indiana decks below, smashing crews and collapsing masts, igniting enchanted sails as fire spread uncontrolled.

The sea boiled red. The sky choked with ash.

And then—

BOOOOOM!

The Yamato's forward triple turrets roared, unleashing 460mm shells the size of small cars. They flew across the waves, trailing fire, and slammed into an Indiana arcane battleship. The wooden giant erupted in a single colossal explosion, its runes shattering like glass. Flames consumed it instantly as it split apart and sank.

Musashi fired next, a full broadside. Seven shells smashed into another giant. The ironwood hull cracked, its enchanted armor peeling away. Flames consumed its deck as magazines detonated. Within seconds, it sank beneath the waves, taking hundreds with it.

"Direct hits! Enemy line collapsing!"

The 28th Fleet tried to answer. Their great battleships unleashed storms of fire, but Bernard shields and electronic countermeasures blunted the assault. Only glancing blows struck steel armor. Destroyers cut tight turns, intercepting arcane projectiles with interceptor missiles. Submarines hunted below, torpedoes smashing into enchanted barges and underwater beasts alike.

Indiana had numbers. Bernard had precision.

And precision cut deeper.

Admiral Akari lifted his hand. His voice was cold as iron.

"Escalate. Use long-range strike. Show them the Emperor's will."

"Aye, Admiral! Launching cruise missiles!"

Hatches yawned open across the Bernard fleet. Vertical launch systems ignited, and a storm of cruise missiles rose into the sky. Dozens, then hundreds, arced toward the Indiana 28th Fleet.

The impact was devastating.

Entire squadrons of galleons vanished in blossoms of fire. Mage-ships evaporated as steel warheads tore through their cores. Spell-towers crumbled, raining glowing debris into the ocean. A massive battleship took a direct strike amidships—the hull cracked wide, wards shattered, the explosion splitting it clean in two before the ocean swallowed it whole.

"Enemy casualties severe, Admiral! Their front line is burning!"

Smoke rolled thick across the sea. Indiana crews shouted in chaos, signals lost in fire. Still the Bernard fleet pressed forward, relentless.

...

Smoke still poured from the Vosha's decks. Fires burned uncontrolled. Its beast pens lay in ruins, its forward tower already destroyed by Bernard aircraft. Without its barrier towers, the carrier was exposed—just another giant waiting to die.

"Prepare ballistic strike," Akari ordered. His tone was calm, as though discussing weather. "Target—the Vosha."

Coordinates flashed across the screens. Silence filled the bridge.

Then—

SHHHHHHHHH—BOOM!

A single missile tore skyward, piercing storm and cloud, vanishing into the upper atmosphere before it fell like judgment.

Nothing could stop it.

KRRRRSHHHHHHHH—BOOOOOOOOM!

The explosion tore the heavens open. A flash of white light consumed the Vosha's deck as the missile slammed into its heart, directly on the Storm Invocation Tower. The structure disintegrated in a burst of fire and steel. Towers collapsed inward, crushing everything below. The hull split apart, fire ripping through every level. Thousands died instantly, vaporized or thrown screaming into the sea.

The carrier groaned like a wounded titan. Its massive frame tilted, steel and wood screeching in agony. For a moment, it stood defiant against the waves—then its spine broke. The Vosha's colossal body tore apart and vanished into fire and water.

The ocean boiled where it sank. Blood, flame, and wreckage spread across miles.

"Admiral," an officer whispered, voice trembling. "Vosha is gone."

.....

The Indiana 28th Fleet faltered. With their morale destroyed, formations broke. Officers shouted, signals lost in chaos. Ships collided in panic, some fleeing, others pressing forward in desperation.

The Bernard fleet showed no mercy. Guns thundered, missiles roared, torpedoes struck true. One by one, Indiana warships vanished into the ocean.

"Admiral," another officer reported. "The 28th Fleet is crippled. But enemy numbers remain high. And the other Indiana fleet is still approaching."

Akari nodded once. His expression did not change. Calm, cold, absolute.

"Good," he said. "Then we continue. The Emperor's command is not yet fulfilled."

And the Bernard fleet advanced deeper into the burning sea.