Gendo stood, locked his katana into its scabbard, and strapped it to his back, along with his wazikashi. Good lunch, he though, smiling as he compared it to the last month of his travels and the food he had available. The light Kingdom was a peaceful place, with a light buzz on the streets and in the marketplace. The air was fresh, and the chirps and songs of birds could be heard in the numerous groves of trees along the roadways and in the parks. Overall, he had come to like the Light Kingdom.
Gendo turned as he heard two female voices. As he turned, there was something about these women. A certain glow, like an important aura. One was vaguely familiar, and the other seemed just as important.