Night descended on Tokyo; the hunting hour had arrived.
Aozawa stood at the top of the Tokyo Skytree, his arms folded across his chest.
A full moon seemed to be suspended right behind his head.
Unfortunately, he hadn't picked up the good habit of carrying a speaker with him and was unable to promptly add a piece of music to enhance the atmosphere on site.
Aozawa swept his gaze over nighttime Tokyo, thinking of the martial artists he had seen during the day's competition.
I've already decided on my target for the experiment, he thought. Before that, I need to try something first.
Aozawa used his Global Travel ability to vanish from the Tokyo Skytree in an instant and appeared in Wales, England.
It was morning there. The scorching sun showered from the sky, and on one side of the long coastline was a deep blue sea surface, shining like a sapphire.
On the other side were grass-covered hills, the occasional absence of grass revealing the gray-green rocks beneath.
