บท 339: Saber-Rattling

"Hoh, this is quite a reception they are showing to us," Francis commented, the binoculars held steady in his hands offering a clear view of the Japanese shore from the deck of the IFNS Napoleon. 

Japanese war junks, probably around fifty or seventy of them sailed towards the direction of the French Pacific Fleet formation. 

"This is to be expected, Your Imperial Highness," Admiral de Richebourg said. "It's a protocol of the Japanese to sail to any foreign ships and tell them to leave Edo."

"Is that so?" Francis mused, grinning. "Are you saying that they are going to try and tell us to leave their territorial waters?" 

"That seemed to be the case, Your Imperial Highness," Admiral de Richebourg nodded. Francis let out a hearty chortle.