It was a cold Friday night in November. I stood on a bridge. Slowly and with shaking hands I climbed over the rail. The wind pressed me against it and made my flesh creep. The black river under my bare feet rushed loudly. I closed my eyes.
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It was a cold Friday night in November. I stood on a bridge. Slowly and with shaking hands I climbed over the rail. The wind pressed me against it and made my flesh creep. The black river under my bare feet rushed loudly. I closed my eyes.
The Land of the Rising Sun Transfers to Another World
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116 parts
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In 2045, Japan is suddenly transported to another world. With the Self-Defense Forces having become an official national defense organization due to constitutional amendments, how will the Japanese g...