"...Then, the discussion regarding the subsequent planetary navigation work concludes here." The World Master gave his instructions, picked up the long-handled umbrella, and turned to leave.
People watched him depart from the meeting hall.
"Where is the World Master off to this time?" people murmured quietly among themselves:
"Hmm... probably there."
"Is that place really so special?"
"Who knows, perhaps for the World Master, that place holds a unique significance."
...
East Sea.
A colossal silver-white aircraft carrier floated amongst the waves.
"You see, that's the bridge over there, usually equipped with radar, electronic devices, and communication equipment. For most fighter jets, the carrier relies on catapults or ski-jump decks to assist in takeoff. So, this enormous thing isn't controlled by just me alone; it takes many people to assist..."
