Amidst the serene backdrop of Niigata, the Divine Council convened, their deliberations echoing with the weight of celestial responsibilities. The chamber, bathed in an otherworldly glow, bore witness to the discourse that unfolded among the esteemed members.
A measured voice, laden with the wisdom of experience, initiated the discussion. "We should forget about Tokyo for now," he proposed, prompting contemplative nods from those assembled. Tokyo, the epicenter of recent upheavals, presented challenges that necessitated strategic recalibration.
Another voice, resonant with determination, chimed in, "Let's secure Sendai!" The urgency in his tone underscored the need for proactive measures, diverting attention towards regions beyond the tumultuous Tokyo.
A thoughtful suggestion emerged, "Why don't we secure Fukushima, Niigata, Nagano, Yamanashi, and Shizuoka?" The proposition, spanning a strategic arc across multiple prefectures, aimed at fortifying regions potentially vulnerable to the cascading consequences of disturbances.
Acknowledging the responsibility that rested upon their shoulders, another voice echoed, "That sounds responsible." The collaborative spirit within the Divine Council manifested, emphasizing the collective commitment to safeguarding the realms under their purview.
However, a note of caution interjected, "Why don't we send most of the forces in Kanagawa to-" The proposal hung in the air, halted by the prescient insight of another member, "No. They'll move there, I'm sure of it. We cannot suffer any more casualties." The pragmatic perspective, grounded in a deep understanding of the unfolding dynamics, guided their decisions to minimize the potential toll on their forces.
A question emerged, probing the actions already set in motion. "Didn't we already send some divisions in Tokyo to cleanse the area, or at the very least, get an understanding of what power they wield?" The inquiry delved into the reconnaissance efforts initiated by the Divine Council, seeking insights into the formidable powers at play.
An assurance followed, "Yes, we did. We are waiting for a report from them, though." The acknowledgment of ongoing efforts underscored the meticulous approach of the Divine Council, relying on the intelligence gathered by their forces within the crucible of Tokyo.
As the discussions unfolded, the Divine Council navigated the delicate balance between securing Japan and understanding the enigmatic forces that had set Tokyo ablaze.
The echoes of deliberation lingered in the hallowed halls of the Divine Council in Niigata. A seasoned voice, resonating with authority and strategic foresight, proposed a shift in focus. "Let's proceed with the plan of securing Fukushima, Niigata, Nagano, Yamanashi, and Shizuoka." The words, laden with a sense of responsibility, sought to extend the protective reach of the Divine Council beyond the tumultuous Tokyo.
A collective sigh rippled through the chamber as another voice, tinged with weariness, expressed agreement. "I agree," echoed the sentiment, acknowledging the challenges they faced and the imperative to fortify regions that might be susceptible to the cosmic aftershocks emanating from Tokyo.
In a gesture of unity, everyone present lent their consent, aligning with the proposed plan. The decision, a testament to the collaborative spirit within the Divine Council, carried the weight of shared responsibility for Japan under their guardianship.
As the strategic consensus solidified, the Divine Council embarked on the determined path of safeguarding the designated prefectures. Plans were set in motion, divisions mobilized to secure Fukushima, Niigata, Nagano, Yamanashi, and Shizuoka. The orchestration of these efforts aimed to create a bulwark against the uncertainties that unfolded in Tokyo.
Back in the private airplane of the Prime Minister of Japan, a decisive call reverberated through the airwaves. Informed of the Divine Council's strategy, the Prime Minister of Japan nodded in concurrence. The plan, a testament to the coordination between the authorities, found acceptance at the highest echelons of earthly governance.
Simultaneously, across Japan, broadcasts became a conduit for the dissemination of uncertainty. Frequencies crackled with the enigma surrounding Tokyo, particularly the elusive Shibuya. Information, visual or otherwise, seemed an elusive commodity, as if the turmoil had cloaked itself from mortal gaze. The broadcasts, marked by frequent updates, underscored the mystery that shrouded Tokyo, leaving the nation in suspense.
In the tranquil embrace of Kyoto, Altharion's tactical retreat left the vibrant city untouched by the celestial clash that raged in distant Tokyo. As he relinquished control to Kaito, a palpable air of relief seemed to settle over the being that shared the corporeal vessel.
Kaito, now at the helm, bore the weight of the recent encounter with Enishi. The defeat was not his own, yet the resonance of the battle lingered, a testament to the complexities that intertwined their fates. A sigh escaped Kaito's lips, a silent acknowledgment that victory eluded the formidable adversary, at least for the moment.
As the echoes reverberated within, Kaito cast his gaze upon the serene streets of Kyoto. The clock, a diligent keeper of temporal progress, marked the passing minutes – 10:49 AM. An unassuming coffee shop beckoned, its name, "Okaffe Kyoto," painted a quaint picture against the traditional backdrop of the city.
Entering the coffee shop, Kaito felt the aromatic embrace of brewed beans envelop him. The ambient hum of conversation and the soft clinking of porcelain against porcelain provided a comforting melody. Choosing a spot by the counter, Kaito settled in, allowing the ambiance to envelop him as he awaited his chosen elixir.
The order, a Mocha Latte, served as a grounding ritual, a return to the simple pleasures that life could offer amidst the turmoil. Time, though measured in minutes, seemed to stretch and contract, a dance between anticipation and patience.
The barista, a skilled artisan in the alchemy of coffee, began the meticulous process of crafting Kaito's chosen beverage. The rich aroma of freshly ground beans intermingled with the hum of the espresso machine, creating a sensory symphony that played out in the heart of Kyoto.
After what felt like both an eternity and an ephemeral moment, the barista presented Kaito with the steaming cup of Mocha Latte. Gratitude and payment exchanged hands as Kaito's fingers wrapped around the warmth of the ceramic vessel. The transaction, a microcosm of life's transient exchanges, held a quiet elegance.
Leaving the coffee shop, the city unfolded before Kaito once more. Sipping the Mocha Latte, he navigated the Kyoto streets, each step a deliberate move away from the echoes that resonated in the background.