It’s been hard, after the war against Lord Tsukiyo was prevented. He was tired, but still kind as usual. On a daily basis, he reminded you that he wanted to go to the place of the flying cars that you’ve read about in books, and you humored him every time. And now here you were, on a spaceship to travel to it. How did you end up here? Confusing events that didn’t really matter anymore. Because who could question the bright, happiest smile on Ujio’s face as he held metal for the first time without retribution, and talked to the cyborgs on the ship.