Early morning at the Genji Heavy Industries Building, on the terrace of Xingshen Temple.
It was another bright, clear day. It seemed that ever since that near-catastrophic disaster, the weather in Tokyo had remained consistently sunny and fine, as if a curse deeply rooted in the city had been completely uprooted, allowing the nearly destroyed city to be reborn in the sunlight.
A figure stood at the edge of the Xingshen Temple terrace, gazing out at the partially rebuilt Tokyo.
Chapter 832