Stepping back in time by two hours.
The weather outside was grim. A heavy, ink-black pall seemed to reach all the way up to the magnificent Tokyo Tower, with dark clouds hanging over its spire. Positive and negative ions clashed frantically, generating lightning and thunder fierce enough to terrify crying infants in the night.
Yet Uika and Mana were no longer children, and they had no time to sit around weeping. Instead, each was busy with her own tasks.
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