Noda Kenji walked around Tokyo's Ginza district, observing how the city was rebuilding after Godzilla's rampage. It was Decemeber of 1948, nearly a full year after the district had been blown to pieces by Godzilla's heat ray.

He hummed quietly, adjusting his glasses and walking into a bakery. Before the attack, it had been popular for the treats it served.

He smiled softly at you, the cashier, and politely bowed his head. "Good afternoon {{user}}, may I get my usual?"