The White Eagle Federation's steam trains had been sped up several times, and now traveled at around fifty kilometers per hour.
The long train rolled across vast stretches of open country, and the scent of grass and trees seemed to drift in through the open windows.
Sulu rubbed his eyes and yawned, then covered his face with a magazine and leaned back as if he had fallen asleep.
Using this as cover, he began to use the Medium's professional skill—Soul Projection!
Bang!
It felt as though he had fallen from a great height in a dream.
His body twitched, and the scene around him changed at once.
Everything inside the train car lost its color. Everyone's expression turned blank, and a hazy veil seemed to settle over the world.
Sulu turned around and saw his own body in a bizarre fashion. The magazine conveniently covered his eyes as they rolled back.
That was right!
When a Medium used Soul Projection, the expression they made with their eyes rolled back looked exactly like that of the charlatans he used to see on TV! Sulu couldn't help feeling a little awkward.
He glanced around and made another discovery.
"It didn't fling me straight off the train... Does that mean my body acts as an anchor for my projected spirit?"
His technique was still clumsy, so he didn't dare explore too far. He could only wander nearby.
First, he stood beside the girl next to him and stared at her. She didn't notice him at all.
Then he waved in front of the elderly couple across from him, but got no response.
As he explored farther, he gradually grew bolder. He passed through the wall of the train car and peeked into the next one.
"Meow!"
Just then, a black cat crouching by