The sky was a deep blue, and the warm breeze of the transition between spring and summer came, bringing with it a wisp of cherry blossom fragrance that wafted through the air.
The Ghost Warrior was in no mood to appreciate the natural environment, as he had been pondering frequently of late how much effort it would still take to defeat the Nestor Corporation.
Standing inside the glass corridor on the 20th floor of the Enomoto Bank, the Ghost Warrior leaned forward, gazing down at the splendid street below. Behind him, the office was noisy with human voices, and transaction information scrolled across the big screens. He crossed his arms over his chest as if he was cut off from the mundane world.
The virtual projection lamps cast a vision of koi banners that seemed to dance whimsically with the wind. He placed a hand on the blackout glass and looked past all obstacles, carefully distinguishing among the crowded throng until he finally spotted those "thorns in his side."
