Curiosity piqued, an interested soul approached a large machine, eyes widening with wonder at the possibilities it held. With a hesitant hand, they reached out and brushed their fingers across the smooth panel, feeling a faint hum of power coursing beneath their touch.

Without a second thought, they made a snap decision. Ignoring the warning bells of doubt ringing in their mind, they punched in the coordinates found on a hastily scribbled note left behind by the enigmatic duo, KAITO and Miku. The very same coordinates that had led the pair on a journey to old Japan, leaving behind naught but a cryptic letter detailing their venture.

With a surge of anticipation, they activated the time machine, feeling the ground beneath them tremble as reality warped and twisted around their form. Moments stretched into eternity before they finally found themselves standing in the heart of the Edo Period.

But something was amiss.

Instead of the serene tranquility of ancient Japan, they found themselves amidst a bustling crowd gathered in a town square. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they beheld the sight before them: a vibrant concert unfolding upon a makeshift stage, the air alive with the melodic strains of music.

Pushing through the throng of onlookers, they drew closer to the spectacle, heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and confusion. And then, amidst the sea of faces, they spotted him: KAITO, his blue hair and eyes a beacon of familiarity in the sea of strangers.

Clad in a kimono adorned with a scarf and coat, KAITO exuded an aura of gentle warmth and boundless energy, his every movement a symphony of grace and charm. With each note that escaped his lips, he captivated the crowd, his voice weaving a spell of enchantment that transcended time itself.