Prologue – Those Lined Up Before the Horizon
In the midst of the shopping street that lay in the middle of Tama, the racket coming from Takao, beyond the bow, could be heard. It was not the sound of Abilities or shooting that had been heard up till then, but there was an abundance of the sound of swords clashing and ringing. It was the sound of group close-combat practice.
The residents of the commercial street who heard these noises were cleaning up the straw and fragments that had been scattered by the battle on the rooftops. There were bills for the Academy in the inner reaches of the stores and the topic amongst them was in the stage of whether or not to overcharge them.
The tourists that had been watching the din happily started to show themselves, heading towards the roads.
The town started to come to life.
The middle of the town where people had started to come and go and sound sprung forth.
That was where the white haired automaton, P-01s, stood.
She was wearing the cafe’s apron, controlling two brooms with gravity control so as to clean the storefront. She nodded her head towards the female shopkeeper’s calls, which came from within the shop, but her eyes were distant, looking towards Shinagawa.
“Waaah”, a group of desperate battle-cries could be heard from the direction P-01s was facing.
Above her head, in the one direction where the segmentation of the sky appeared to be lessening, the surroundings of Musashi looked to be dyed with white. In order to pass above the rural land, Musashi shifted into stealth-flight and started to interrupt its sensory information.
Musashi would soon arrive at Mikawa.