Kusari Parliamentary Elections - Summer 824A.S.

[casualty]

It was another day of endless patrols for Hikaru Igarashi. His eyes tear from merciless light of Hokkaido star. His skin sunburned by radiation of Kyofu belt. Leaving cockpit of his Wyrm, Igarashi vaguely remembers that today is the election day. He never thought his voice really matters. But discipline he inherited from his father, which he would never admit even to himself, pushes him towards voting terminal. Even though his only desire at the moment is to get some sleep.

The voting room on Otaru station is small, but surprisingly elegantly decorated. Igarashi looks at letters on the screen for a few seconds before they combine into words for him. He raises his hand and gently touches sensitive glaring plastic. One line instantly flashes bright: Honshū Unity Party. Now his duty is over. Igarashi turns around and heads to his little sleeping compartment on the living deck.

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