Japan, the "Land of the Rising Sun," lives up to its name. After its defeat in World War II, its economy plummeted to rock bottom, leaving it a weak and impoverished nation at sunset. Yet, within just a few years, it miraculously rebounded, soaring to unprecedented heights during the Cold War, ascending like a divine miracle to the peak of Mount Fuji. This economic boom fueled the explosive growth of Japan’s already distinctive culture.

In just twenty more years, Japan would enter the new millennium in a position of total victory. However, every sunrise must eventually set, and no miracle lasts forever—Japan was no exception. In 1985, the bubble economy burst, bringing an end to its long-standing prosperity. Thus began the "Lost Decades," a period of stagnation that has now lasted thirty years. Yet, under the weight of these new challenges, the Japanese people have not given up. Like their ancestors, they have chosen to fight with all their might.

Amidst this decline, however, a new star has risen—the era of all-girl bands pioneered by Kasumi Toyama and her companions has injected a spark of youthful vitality into this aging nation. Today, girls carrying instruments on the streets of Ikebukuro are a common sight, and Ave Mujica, founded by the wealthy heiress Sakiko Toyogawa, is poised to make its mark. Can they breathe new life into this decaying nation? Let us wait and see...

Tokyo, tonight, snow.

Late at night in Tokyo's Chiyoda Ward, fine snow fell silently, blanketing the streets in a thin layer of white, creating an unusually desolate atmosphere. However, this tranquility was soon shattered.

"Down with Togawa Sakiko!" "Overthrow the illegal Prime Minister!" "Save Japan!"...

The chants echoed through the cold night air as figures clad in black, their faces hidden beneath hoods and masks, emerged from all directions. Their steps were chaotic yet carried an aggressive momentum Protest signs swayed under the dim streetlights, their messages brimming with extreme emotions, as if only their will could represent some "righteous" future.

The arriving patrol officers attempted to disperse the crowd, but it was already futile. As they called for reinforcements, the mob's actions escalated.

They barricaded the streets with obstacles and burning debris, the flames glaringly bright against the snowy night. Some wielded clubs, wantonly vandalizing public facilities along the roadside, the sound of shattering glass rising and falling in waves. The delayed riot police could only set up barricades on the periphery. Stones and bottles flew through the air, the clashing of batons against shields mingling with crude curses, filling the atmosphere with a sense of brutality.

The snow continued to fall quietly, trying to conceal the chaos on the ground, yet failing to mask the arrogance and aggression of the mob. On the streets of Chiyoda Ward, the glow of fire and snow intertwined, illuminating faces twisted with rage.

Outside the window, the streets of Nagatacho were already filled with an increasing number of rioters, their chaotic shouts faintly audible.

I’ll go talk to them myself, Sakiko hid her trembling hands behind her back as she tuned.

Standing by the desk, Akiko didn't know whether to call Sakiko's actions brave or reckless, but she couldn't possibly let the Prime Minister face those rioters directly.

"What they need now isn't someone to negotiate with, but a target to vent their anger on," Akiko sighed, removing her non-prescription glasses and walking over to Sakiko. "If anything were to happen to you, the situation would only get worse."

Sakiko shuddered as she imagined the worst-case scenario, but the otill stubbornly insisted, “But I'm the Prime Minister, it's my responsibility...

"Then why not just let them see the 'Prime Minister'?" Akiko took a hairband from her pocket and deftly tied up her hair. Before Sakiko could react, she saw another "herself" standing before her.

"After all, knowing how to delegate is also part of a Prime Minister's responsibility isn't it?"