Celine, Real Rokyo.
A white van rolled to a stop next to a nice-looking wooden cottage that had big, flower-filled planters on the front porch.
The city of Real Rokyo seemed like a village—except it was enormous—with dirt roads, wooden cottage buildings, and dojos scattered about.
It was a really quaint-looking city, but it was closed to outsiders, and only the invited ones were allowed to enter.
"Whoah!"
Cleo exited the van and looked amazed at the sight of the city. It felt like they had come to a summer camp or something.
She excitedly took her bags and ran inside the cottage to check it out.
Lumian and Shiro left the van, stretched their limbs, and breathed in the fresh mountain air.
'It does remind me of Tiamut's Training Village, except a hundred times bigger.'
Kiernan thought and helped Aoi with the bags and entered the wooden cottage to check it out.
