The day after the final Sentinel meeting, Miko Arato hired a car and drove to visit her sole remaining relative in the entire world. She drove north west out of Tokyo, to Ishikawa Prefecture.
Farmer Hiro Arato had been out in the fields, tending to his crops of sweet potatoes, vegetables and dry rice in the spring months, when he"d seen the car approaching. He slowly walked up to the dirt track dissecting his fields, curious to see who"d driven all this way to see him on his farm. By the time the car reached the track, he could see the silhouette of the driver and he knew instantly who it was. It was the girl he"d helped raise; his niece, Miko. They embraced, as close family do, and Hiro Arato stood back to admire his beautiful niece. “You should have warned me that you were coming. You d
