A plane landed at the Shanghai Pudong International Airport. Among all of the plane's passengers, of which most were Asian, three men stood out. The first one was Japanese, and while his physical traits didn't make him stand out too much, his outfit certainly did. Despite the man himself not being a sight seen every day, especially not at an airport of all places, he was no oddity when compared to his two companions. The two men were giants, both of them towering over everyone else with their heights of over two meters. Their clothes were even more a mess then those of the first one. The silver haired man actually wore armor and had a strange glowing scar on his chest.
The three of them, Naoto, Slayer and Richter had met just a few hours ago, and yet all being swordsmen quickly formed a team. They were on a journey to Europe, to Germany to be precise, and this was their first stop, China.
After being bother for good three hours because of the outfits and weapons they were carrying as well as the lack of personal documents, they were finally allowed to leave the airport and enter the city after presenting a few papers given to them way back in Japan. As soon as they got a first look at the city a sour expression appeared on Richter's face. It wasn't what he expected, or rather it wasn't what he hoped for. The city was a concrete giant just like the previous one. Richter still couldn't bring himself to accept that style, it was too loud, too big and it had too many people there. At places like that he felt like a fish out of water.
On top of that there was a mist surrounding the city, though it was much darker and the smell of it hurt the throat and eyes. Richter already saw this phenomenon once when visiting Venucci, though here it was much thicker and more toxic. There was really no hope for any world if all of them were going in this direction and if this was what it meant to "progress".
He sighed but then continued. He gestured the other two men to follow him, they had some exploration time.