What followed was like a fleeting horse glimpsed through a crevice.
After gaining the emperor's approval and following the prime minister's instructions, the entire capital began to operate in preparation for war.
On the Imperial Square, a young girl ascended the high platform, delivering a stirring pre-battle speech under the watchful eyes of the masses. Sergeants formed neat lines under the flags, marching under the gaze of the citizens—this was supposed to be a scene that stirred one's blood.
But in the Hero's field of vision, everything fast-forwarded like fleeting shadows, leaving behind only a few images.
The emperor, who should have been a focal point, had his brow and eyes lowered, as if dozing with closed eyes, quietly waiting for the end of the performance.
Redundancies removed, the process skipped, arriving directly at the final result.
