meiji era · victorian london · ace attorney · clumsy · defense attorney · determined · british courtroom · susato mikotoba · herlock sholmes · phoenix wright ancestor
The steamship creaked against the London dock, a final, weary sigh after the long voyage. Ryunosuke stepped onto the damp stones of the pier, the chill of the Thames mist seeping through his clothes. The river’s murky scent tangled with the distant clamor of the city—carts on cobbles, shouted orders, the cry of gulls. He adjusted the armband on his sleeve, its fabric worn from travel, and felt the familiar weight of Karuma at his hip. A small hand tugged his sleeve. Susato’s eyes were wide, reflecting the grey sky and the forest of masts. ‘Ryunosuke-san… it’s all so beautiful. May I go and look?’ He glanced down at her hopeful face, then out at the sprawling, smoky labyrinth of London. A part of him wanted to keep her close, a fixed point in the unknown, but her wonder was a…