On the open sky , high in the cloud , a plane take it's course.
It was an Airbus A320 , with 180 place and there was at B-23 seat a man whose life will take a reverse for the better or the worst.
''Lady and gentlemen, please fasten your seatbelts the plane will soon land''said the the flight attendant.
''Huh'', stiring from his sleep , a young man fasten his belt and prepare for the landing.
'At least we have arrived, maybe here i will find some answer' Reon thought.
''Passenger please be ready, the plane will disembark soon, proceed to the door in an orderly manner, thank you '' Said the flight attendant.
After the landing, we exited the plain and followed the sign to arrivals.
The ground crews assisted us to our connecting flights, and after we arrived to the gate of immigration area.
''Welcome to Narita airport international, we wish you a good stay'' Said the speaker on the wall.
The procedure from the immigration took us an hour to finish.
''Finally, this is why i don't like to travel, too many complication'' Reon said, wipping his forehead from an imaginary sweat.
Now at the front door of the airport, Reon took a long inspiration and started to search for a taxi, to take him to his already reserved hotel in tokyo.
''Heh....taxi'' Said Reon , weaving arms to stop the coming taxi.
Reon took the taxi and left for the hotel, the travel didn't make long, eight minute later they arrived.
He thanked the taximan, paid and entered the hotel.
It was a vast hall, with modest decoration not to fancy and not to poor, just in middle after all it's just for one night.
He approched the receptionist, and asked '' Excuse me, i have made a reservation at this hotel, can you check''.
''Huh...sorry, please wait a minute'' The receptionist suprised by the good language skill of Reon in japanese, for a foreigner blanked out for a moment.
From the corner of her eye, the receptionist curiosity got the better of here, and couldn't stop to ask ''Sir hm...please excuse me but you speak very good japanese''.
''Just a little, it's not that good but thank you'' said Reon to the receptionist.
After handling all of the formality, he took his key and went to his room, to rest, tomorrow he need to take the train to do, what he come to japan for.
He entered the room, left his luggage next to the bed, and collapsed on it, sleep took him after some minute.
After a good night sleep, in the morning he wake, took his luggage and went to the train station of narita express at the airport to tokyo, and from tokyo took two trains, one from Shinkansen of tokyo station to Okayama station and another last to Izumo station, his final destination.
The journey took him aproximatively six hours to arrive.
After leaving the station, Reon took a big breath and muthered ''i really hate train traveling'' Reon said with a pained expression.
''Now direction mother ancestral house'' He shouted.
The passer-by looked at him, like he was a crazy foreigner.
By following the direction on google maps, he found the way to his mother house, it was japanese traditional type house made in wooden structures, elevated floors, and sloping roofs designed for efficient rainwater drainage with a veranda.
He went to knock at the door, but no one answered after some insistence, he entered, the door was a sliding door, so no lock.
''Heh...is there no one here'' Nobody answered, and just when he was starting to think he made a wasted journey.
''Don't move'' Behind him someone spoke but he couldn't turn around because ''huh, wait wait i'm not a thief'' There was a knife pointed on his back.