A ship was sailing in the vast universe.
An ordinary black-haired young man wearing a black outfit was holding a rusty black iron rod in his hand while standing on a wooden ship, wandering leisurely in the universe.
"Move."
The young man tapped the iron rod with a gentle motion and the ship moved fast and silently across the endless cosmos.
The wooden ship seemed to advance slowly, but was in fact fast. It was still on Jupiter when you stared at it, to have already gone past Saturn's outer ring the next second. Even the fastest flying machine developed with human technology, the "Voyager," had spent more than a decade to get to the border of the solar system. And then, the flying ship had sailed across the same distance, almost without any effort.
The wooden ship would flash and traverse ten thousand miles every time the young man tapped the rod and said a word.
