The interior of Pluto was far cleaner and tidier than Bright had expected. There was no sign at all that it had been buried underground for eight hundred years.
The passageways, forged entirely from metal, were filled with a technological air. Under the bright lights, they felt even more like something from a future age.
But what was truly surprising was that the instant Bright stepped inside Pluto, a gentle, calm voice rang out.
"Someone's talking?"
Yamato, who had followed closely behind Bright, widened his eyes and looked around in alarm. "Could someone have lived inside this ship for eight hundred years?"
The ancient weapon Pluto had indeed been buried deep underground for eight hundred years, hadn't it? How could there possibly still be a living person inside?
Yamato's face was full of astonishment.
"No, please do not misunderstand. I am not a living creature."
The voice was even answering Yamato's question, still calm and gentle. "Strictly speaking, I am this ship itself."
"Huh??"
Yamato was dumbfounded. This time, his mouth simply would not close.
This news was even more shocking than finding a living person inside the ship!
What did it mean, it was the ship itself? He completely couldn't understand!
"Could Pluto be alive?"
Yamato cried out, "It only looks mechanical, but it's actually a living creature?"
"No, didn't he already say it? He isn't a living creature."
Bright's mouth twitched. Why did this girl never listen when others spoke?
"Then—then what exactly is going on?"
Yamato grabbed his beautiful white hair with both hands until it became a mess. "Who exactly is talking?"
Having never received much advanced education and not possessing the sharpest mind, General Yamato was completely lost at this moment.
"Pluto, the ship known as an ancient weapon, is no ordinary warship."
Bright curled