Chapter 1: Imminent arrival.

Ooarai school ship, March 9, 7:00 am

The sun was shining high in the sky that day, and the weather was pleasantly warm. Miho had just woken up and, after getting dressed and having breakfast, headed for school. On the way she came across Mako and Saori.

"Good morning!" She greeted them cheerfully.

"Good morning to you, Maho ... I meant Miho-chan!" Said the coppery-haired.

"Hi, Miho ..." was Mako's reply.

"Did you sleep well?"

"I'm fine. Mako is still in the world of dreams!"

"How witty, Saori ..."

Miho smiled at that exchange of sentences. After the latest events Saori and Mako had bonded further, strengthening their old friendship; the former had in fact raised morale to the latter, convincing her to return to school after three weeks of absence, caused by the death of Hisako, her grandmother. Now those two were practically inseparable.

"Come on, girls ... We have to hurry, or we'll be late for school." She reminded them.

Both Mako and Saori nodded.

At the same time, on board the HMS Ark Royal, Darjeeling was having breakfast with Assam, Orange and Rosehip.

"There is nothing better than a good cup of tea to start the day well!" She exclaimed, pleased.

"Well said!" Orange gave her.

"And by the way, I just found interesting news on Google News."

"What are you talking about, Assam?"

"See for yourself."

Saying this she handed her smartphone. Darjeeling took it, noting that the web page was open on the sports news section.

The black sun lands in Japan

Intrigued by the title, she clicked on it, and an article by Yomiuri Shinbun appeared on the screen.

The arrival at the port of Tokyo of the Schwarze Sonne school (Kuroi Taiyo in Japanese), the much acclaimed and controversial school of Sensha-do, is scheduled for today, after a long journey that led her to the main ports of Europe and d Asia (Valencia, Marseille, Naples, Athens, etc.).

The black sun recently won the European Championships in Sensha-do, defeating Kursk, a Russian school in the final. It is the tenth victory for the school, which still holds the title of champion.

"Hard bones ..."

"Exactly. It is the German equivalent of our Kuromorimine. A team of champions, practically unbeaten."

"What pushed them to Japan?" Rosehip wondered.

"The easiest way to find out is to wait for their explanation." Darjeeling replied, resuming drinking tea.

Shikoku, 7:30 am

Hilda was on the floating school deck, looking at the sea with a serene gaze.

Little is missing on arrival.

She think.

"Hilda ..." A voice called her.

She turned, crossing her gaze with her mother, a woman in her thirties with long blond hair and light purple eyes staring at her smiling.

"Mother…"

"We will soon arrive in Japan ... Are you happy?"

Hilda nodded.

"I have always wanted to visit my father's homeland ... Furthermore, I feel connected to this land, not only because Japanese blood flows (half of it) but also because the Rising Sun has always fascinated me: history, culture, art, mythology ... It is no coincidence that I have read Kogiki several times and spent hours researching the various aspects of this nation on the internet. "

"A true scholar ..."

"I got it from you."

"And from your father you took a passion for martial arts."

"You too ... After all, you taught me ju jitsu."

"True…"

"Mein Führer?" A voice called her.

The two turned around, noticing a girl with short black hair and gray eyes, who wore glasses.

"Himmler ... What is it?"

"The information gathering has been completed, we have drafted quite a few dossiers. I guess you want to read them ... "

"Yup. Sorry, mom, but I have to go. "

"Go ahead, daughter. Ah, one last thing ... "

"Tell me."

"How do you think they will welcome us?"

"I hope better that in Israel and in Europe ... There we had endless troubles."

Having said that, she set off, followed closely by Himmler.