Big in Japan

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At six in the morning, Christian and company were driven by Jessicca to the airport. At seven, they checked in for their flight. At eight o'clock, they flew northward to Japan.

...

At the Narita International Airport entrance, Nathan and Lee were waiting. Nathan was a Filipino a year older than Christian. He had brown skin, blue eyes, and black eyeglasses on his face. Lee was a Japanese-American the same age as Nathan. He had almost white skin, brown eyes, and black hair atop his head.

"Christian!" they exclaimed upon seeing their fellow graduate.

"Nathan! Lee!" Christian replied, "How are things here so far?"

"We only arrived yesterday," Lee replied, "but we did check our internet cafe out."

"I see," Christian replied, "By the way, these are my friends: Benedict, Quilleanna, and the lovely, one and only Quvarranna."

Nathan and Lee shook the hands of each one, and then asked, "Why are you here with him?"

"We need to keep an eye out for him," Ben replied, "He tends to make ... stupid decisions."

"True, true," Lee replied, "He's done that in college lots of times. But anyway, welcome to the weeb country, and I hope you enjoy our hospitality." He gestured to the two black vans just waiting for them.

"Shall we?" Lee asked, and everyone brought their suitcases into the vans and split up.

...

Japan at this stage is a very progressive country with tall skyscrapers interspersed with buildings half as tall as the skyscrapers. Oni, kamaitachi, tengu, kitsune, kumo, zashiki-warashi, and some minor kami and yōkai mingled with the humans, as well as with hanumans, elder mound elves, tikbalangs,  merfolk, centaurs, and Naga. Several kapres were seen on the tops of sales trees, vaping on perfumes produced by the cherry blossoms now in bloom.

The vans entered the district of Akihabara, a district in Tokyo known for having the latest tech in store. Within this cyberzone and, fortunately, along the main road was the building in which the internet café stood.

It was here that the vans stopped.

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