Prolog

Sunday, the 1. January 2022

It was a sunny day in the little town Nisshoku. The town was still a bit more quiet than on other days, because most of the people were still sleeping after celebrating the new year. At the Nisshoku-Airport, a plane was landing, coming from Osaka.

„Dear Passengers! Please take on your seat belts, we're landing! Thank you for taking our service and have a nice day!"

The stewardess said her typical text in a nice, but somehow also monotonous way. The man, who was sitting in the plane that day knew that. But he didn't say anything about that. Nobody would do that.

The plane landed and the passengers left it to enter the airport and get their stuff. The man with the black hair was traveling with a carry-on baggage. Not that he had anything to hide. He just hated it if someone touched his stuff.

After getting out of the airport, the passengers were given a beautiful sight over the town of Nisshoku. It was a small city, but it had a beautiful architectural style and the air wasn't poisoned by the smell of exhaust. It was a pleasure for a nose, which was used to a big city. The man smelled it too, but he wasn't a Person who showed his feelings. He just breathed and was happy for his nose to smell such clean air. Nobody at the airport had a clue about what was going to happen to this town at this time at this airport. Even if the people recognized the tall man with the black hair and his suitcase, they wouldn't know who he was. What he was. Some of them might never know what this man was going to do in the future. And of course, nobody saw the figure floating behind of him.

„So. This is Nisshoku."

These were the first words of Akuma Keiji after he left his plane to Nisshoku.