Editing Horizon:GT1 Preface (section)

==Morning Meal==

Mitotsudaira was Musashi’s #1 knight. She had not wanted that position; she had been given it by the system and so she would be one of the faces seen when other nations visited. She had wanted to cast that aside, but she had been unable to bring herself to do so and thus still carried it around with her.

But she was starting her third year of middle school today, so she hoped she could change at least somewhat.

“Maybe I’m not trying hard enough if all I’m doing is sitting here thinking about it.”

She was looking forward to some things about the new school term. She could see her king every day and she could chat with the acquaintances she was willing to call her friends. And…

“I get to wear the new uniform today!”

This year’s new style of uniform was hanging on the wall of her bedroom. The gray base was traditional for middle school, but the sides of the inner suit were black instead of white. Kimi and some others loved how the tight fight showed off your figure, but she felt some pressure from the cut of the chest and how the supports below the chest were slanted diagonally down toward the center. It felt like she was being told to grow bigger so as not to waste that fabric, but…

…''I-I’m just imagining that pressure, right!?

However, some others around her apparently easily covered up those chest supports. When they had all tried their new uniforms on together, she had heard comments such as “I wish we had a chest band like the high school uniform” and “Yes, this doesn’t stop the vertical shaking.” ''Feigning calm there was not easy. Adele, on the other hand, let the panic show on her face.

“Yet for some reason, I was photographed as the model.”

She felt like she had been set up, but even so, getting together with everyone like that had been a lot of fun. During spring break, that had been displayed on Musashi’s divine network along with models showing off this year’s elementary and high school uniforms, so her king might have seen it.

''I wonder if he did,'' she thought while moving to the kitchen.

There she found a breakfast prepared by the automaton sent here last night. She found bread, soup, and a ham salad, but since they had the opening ceremony today, she wanted something special. Thus…

“Time for some breakfast meat.”

She was so oddly excited that it surprised even her. At any rate, her main dish this morning was pork topped with beef. Then some lamb for the vegetable. ''The chicken is the drink.'' But as she added salt, vinegar, and soy sauce to what she had cooked, broiled, and boiled, a sign frame appeared. It was from her king.

“Hey, Nate. When are you leaving home? That new uniform is going to take some time, right?”

That would mean he had indeed seen the picture. She gasped, but…

“I-I will not be wearing that one. I have a personal one with special embroidery.”

“Ohh, that sounds cool! Then shoot me a divine transmission when you leave. We can meet up at the bridge.”

She said “judge” as he ended the transmission and then she took a deep breath.

“Okay.” She stretched her back. “That means no hamburger steak for dessert.”