A few days after the Princess of Qua-Toyne visit and speech, thing seemed like Japan would stay neutral in the war or maybe send some material and supplies to Qua-Toyne to protect their territory dreams were slashed when the Prime Minister reported that they declared war on the Country known as Louria the aggressor, and they promptly bombed the capital of Louria after doing it and defeating Loria.

Things reached the boiling point from the already dumpster fire, the declaration of war without approval from the national diet, was when people learned that they killed civilians and naturally people went outside to protest over the death of civilians. According to the Japanese government around 10 Identifiable people were killed.

Well according to the report the civilians were manning canons reminiscent of the American Civil war, I was confused as to why a medieval Kingdom had 1860s canons. The only thing I could think of was that the equipment was lended by another power more advanced than Loria. So they should've been labeled as informal combatants like a militia which isn't protected under the rules of war like civilians are. But even then civilian deaths were expected from war but due to the quickness of decapitating the head of state and letting the nobles slaughter each other was unexpected.

Despite that travel between Qua-toyne and Japan was still limited despite the proximity of the two nations, I just chalked it up to diseases we have no resistance to, and Japanese xenophobia. I was fine with the former because I was stuck in a foreign country with no support outside of the government, my sister and my Brother-in-law. But even that wasn't a stable social security net since we were all staying all under the same roof with the forced labor jobs.

Either way I just hope the Japanese government doesn't open the borders until they find out all the deadly transmissible diseases in this world and begin making vaccines for it, then I'll feel comfortable enough to let some foreigners from this world in.

Kraken hunting in recent days has exploded again, this time mostly used in sushi with an increase of rice production and importation from Qua-Toyne.

Kraken hunting wasn't a safe job, nor fun but was necessary. Despite being forced labor we were still paid by the government even if I was someone who should be in school.

Out of the blue I recently gained a notice that I will be put in school as the crisis was over or has died down to the point where I wasn't needed, which I was happy since I was at sea 12 hours a day 6 days a week which was hell compared to my summer job working at Dollar General where I only worked 8 hours a day looking over a store where it's peak hours was at the middle of the day, and in the evening.

I'm glad that I was born in America where work culture wasn't as hard as long as you found the right job, and even then you can quit your job if you don't like it. But in this crisis and country you will be pressured to work and is part of the reason why this country has such high suicide rates, I guess I could say that Japanese work culture is the Emo Kid of the East that likes their workers to be 1 foot off the ground hanging in the corner. Although China and South Korea are also the Emo kid just like Japan as they're as much or more worse than japan. Compared to the west who don't want their workers hanging in the corner, but instead they milk them for the last of their uses, all the while overpricing products to milk their customers as much as possible without pissing them off and so they don't boycott the products. There's one thing civilians have the best voice in sheer numbers as they make up like 99% of the population. God capitalism is such a great and terrible system at the same time.

Even then things are getting better for workers in Japan, but with the recent Prime Minister I don't think things will get better, considering his mishap with saying the great empire got me concerned, I didn't really think much of it as we were going to leave Japan a few days after his inauguration. But as you know Japan got transferred by whatever narcissistic being that decided it was a good idea to summon a resource poor nation to another world, cause fuck him if I ever find the bastard I would happily point a gun at him, force him to send Japan back to Earth, and when he sends Japan back to Earth I'll kill the bastard to make sure he doesn't pull any more shit like that to anyone else on Earth or any other worlds that are similar to Earth.

Back to the topic of corporations screwing their workers over. My sister and I were getting screwed over when our first useless paycheck came in, we were paid only 700 yen compared to our Japanese peers who were paid 2000 yen.

If this terrible pay continues then we may end up striking once food becomes more available, along with housing but even then the housing market in Japan is pretty bad considering their slow growth and high density, then throw in five million tourists who got stuck in Japan many will be homeless and still be forced work, like seriously pay us in housing and if you're going to treat us like we're slaves you should cover the living quarters and costs of your slaves. That's what southern slave owners did so their slaves don't immediately run away its called having a brain.

Even then that's unlikely considering slavery is illegal in Japan and seven hundred yen an hour isn't enough to cover the grocery bills in pre transference Japan, even with government subsidies.

"What do we have here?!" A voice said in Japanese, throwing me out of my thoughts.

"It looks like we have an American pig here?! No, he looks more like a Mexican pig!" The men behind me continued to say to me. Ignoring them I continued walking but then a hand grabbed my shirt.

"How about you stop that before you end up six feet under." I said.

"Haha the Mexican pig is threatening us!" They said, I then pressed my security key which promptly sent a message to my home and neighborhood which wasn't all that far away.

After activating it I promptly grabbed the man's hand and bit it so hard that it began to bleed, he winced back in pain, shocked from the attack.

With all the strength I could muster I punched him in the nose surprisingly breaking it in the process. His friends were taken aback by this but quickly came by, but all I needed to do was by time before an army of angry Americans, Hispanics and Latinos came by to beat them.

We congregated in these areas due to the seemingly racism of the country's leadership. All that did was allow for better coordination since there was less of a language barrier between us outside of the few who didn't know Spanish well. But there was always that one person who was a Spanish teacher and could teach the ones who didn't know spanish.

Throwing myself out of my thoughts I tried to throw a punch at one of the other men but was blocked by him countering with a kick in my gut, the person that I bit recovered and grabbed my back and began to choke me but then there was the sound of stomping like an army.

Soon an army of men arrived with bats and knives or whatever they could procure from their homes that could count as a weapon.

"How about you leave our Hermano alone!?" Said the oldest, his voice hoarse from his age. The one we call Abuelo, he was the one who gathered us all in this area although essentially a slum we all worked together and even began helping other foreign nationals, along with a militia began to form as we are able to slowly procure guns as it turns out but blunt and melee weapons work well.

The Japanese men looked at the army that was backing me, and promptly ran away but Abuelo didn't let them run away unscathed and promptly sent his men after the three japanese men who quickly caught up to them and began to promptly beat them to death soon after their bodies were dragged and dumped into the sewers of Tokyo which will hide the evidence outside of the blood on the blunt weapons.

"You good?" Abuelo asked.

"Sí." I responded.

"¿Tú daño?" he asked, checking my neck where I was choked.

"No, otro que mí consigo ahoqué." I responded.

"Bueno, tu bueno el niño, no tú a muereres." he said.

"Está bien." I responded.

Abuelo walked away, giving me some breathing room to recover from my sudden attack. After sitting on the cold concrete for a minute or two I got up stretching my legs and my head still slightly hurt from my fight.

After getting up we all went home as it turns out a barbeque was being prepared with food illegally imported from qua-toyne and food that was smuggled from their labor work. We ended up partying throughout the entire night, the next morning we would clean, but for now we would party till the alien star graces us with her light the next morning.

When I woke up the next morning my head hurt from all the alcohol I consumed last night. When I woke up I ended up waking up next to what seemed to be a young Korean around my age, as it turns out our partying attracted some more epeople outside our immediate group.

Although that wasn't bad till I realized that I probably ended up losing my virginity because of it but that was fine was it, that meant I had a good time last night right. I remembered her name from last night, I think she was from a nearby orphanage that took in a lot of minor east . Whatever I needed to get up for my work detail anyway.

Authors notes:

I never really expected myself to write another chapter of this story but okay, here I am might as well share it with the world.