Edo Mansion.
It was already approaching evening, and the streets had been deserted since the afternoon, with lights on in the windows on both sides already lit, as if night had fallen early.
In a small hotel, the innkeeper watched the live broadcast of the lunar landing intently at the front desk when suddenly he heard the sound of furniture toppling and heavy objects crashing to the floor from upstairs, followed by a torrent of cheering voices.
"Banzai, banzai!"
"Amazing!"
"..."
Yesterday, his hotel had been booked by a group of students and a middle-aged man, and by the sounds of it, it was these kids who were celebrating.
However, the usually stingy innkeeper had no intention of stopping them; he even thought that it wouldn't matter if some things got broken—it was a day worth celebrating.
Asians, Asians had landed on the Moon, and even faster than America!
