The next day, the sky is clear.
"Oh ho! Is this the bullet train? It runs so fast, much faster than the sea train I used to take in the Water City!"
Perona puckered up and lay down beside the car window, her face pressed against the glass, and looked around curiously.
"Why are the buildings in this world all square? But they are really high!"
"I like that girl's bag. Eh, it's past. This car runs so fast..."
Perona is like a bird out of the cage, chirping and shouting.
Fortunately, those who should go to work at this time have already gone to work. On the bullet train