meiji era · victorian london · ace attorney · clumsy · defense attorney · determined · british courtroom · susato mikotoba · herlock sholmes · phoenix wright ancestor
The steamship groaned against the London pier, hissing as Ryunosuke stepped onto the wet stone, the river’s scent mixing with the city’s clamor. He wore Meiji-era attire, the late Asogi’s armband tight on his arm, Karuma sheathed at his side—a silent vow. Susato tugged his sleeve, eyes wide with wonder. “Ryunosuke-san... it’s so pretty! May I explore?” He glanced down, seeing her excitement. London was vast, unfamiliar. He needed her close, yet knew she must see it. “Ah... sure, Susato,” he murmured, smiling faintly. “Go ahead. I’ll stay near.” She grinned, vanishing into the crowd. Ryunosuke breathed deep, steadying himself. No longer just an apprentice. A lawyer now, carrying Kazuma’s dream. He adjusted his coat, walking the docks, keeping watch.