"Next, I'll send Admiral Momonga down with some men to have a proper talk with your generals."
"Hope you'll make some preparations over there~"
"That's all~"
Borsalino casually waved a hand, as though dismissing some trivial matter.
The screen went black.
The global signal immediately returned to normal.
The interrupted programs, news broadcasts, advertisements, and noise all came flooding back.
But the world could no longer go back to the way it was.
The words, "We are taking over this planet," were like a meteor crashing into a still lake.
What they stirred up was not ripples, but a tsunami that swept through every corner of the world and every person's heart.
At the same time.
Admiral Momonga had already transferred from the Amaterasu to a Four Seas-class destroyer.
Under the banner of "negotiation," and with an unrefusable will, he headed for Edo within the planet.
Inside a Japanese-style room on the top floor of the Yoshiwara pavilion, now renamed Sun Blade.
Time seemed to have come to a standstill.
The television screen had returned to the morning news studio.
But Ketsuno Christel, seated there as the host, had her mouth open and no idea what to say.
Kagura's mouth was likewise hanging open in an O-shape, the spoon in her hand resting on her crossed legs.
Shinpachi's glasses had slipped crookedly to one side. He mechanically raised a hand to straighten them, only for them to tilt again. He fixed them again, repeating the process several times.
In the end, he gave up and let them hang comically from the bridge of his nose.
Tsukuyo stood by the window with a grave expression.
She worried whether she could protect Sun Blade and Yoshiwara amid the coming upheaval.
Sun Blade gently placed a hand on Seita's shoulder beside her.
Her