In the suburbs of Rein City, there lay an airport still bearing the stark military style. In a corner of the waiting hall, a burst of light abruptly surged forth, stretching open a portal from which three young figures emerged one by one.
Among the three, a handsome young man with curly hair dressed in cowboy style, with his hands empty; another, a scholarly and thin college student wearing black-framed glasses, carrying a bulging cloth bag; and the last one, seemingly a high school student, younger, with delicate features, black hair, and holding an old-fashioned leather suitcase.
Behind them, in a fleeting glance, was the bustling scene of a lively carnival.
The "Pirate Carnival," as promised, was taking place in Winston Town. Judging by the number of visitors and the liveliness of the scene, the first carnival was undoubtedly a success.
