Across the entire Sakura Continent, the Kyoto Prefectural Lord's residence could be called peculiar.
It was a tower built entirely of glazed glass and metal, standing 13,114 meters tall at the very center of the Kyoto metropolitan area. From a distance, it resembled a sharp sword thrust toward the heavens.
Countless intricate psychic energy runes covered its surface, shimmering with flowing rainbow light beneath the sun. It was the energy hub of all Kyoto.
At that moment, a woman stood on the exposed platform at the top of the tower.
Her brilliant golden hair streamed wildly in the fierce winds at that altitude, every strand like flowing flecks of gold.
Her face was exquisite to the point of seeming unreal, without a single flaw in any curve of her features.
Her eyes were pure, bright gold, without a trace of impurity, like two suns compressed to their utmost limit.
She wore a crisply tailored white robe. The strong winds blew its hem behind her, revealing long, fair, jade-like legs beneath, their flesh evenly proportioned and their contours perfect. Her bare feet of glazed glass rested on the ground.
She gazed down at Kyoto beneath her.
A vast metropolis spanning nearly two hundred thousand square kilometers spread before her eyes. Psychic energy vehicles slipped silently through the streets, while levitating trains swept across the sky along magnetic tracks.
Glass-fronted skyscrapers reflected the afternoon sunlight, like an ocean made of mirrors.
Over a billion people lived, worked, fought, and died in this city.
The corners of the woman's lips lifted slightly, brazen and unrestrained, as though she were beckoning, "Come on, come on."
The wind high above scattered her voice, and no one knew.
On the Shinkansen.
Lu You sat by the window, holding a bottle of mineral water. He had