The journey finally begins to seek out and awaken the "me" that I'm sure lived long ago. And your world is far bigger than what you read about in the history books.

That sensation reverberating up from beneath your sneakers is the history lying beneath the asphalt. As I travel from the present to the past, will I finally meet myself? Yes, my future self will find me, so I'll wait here a while for him.

We travel westwards, wandering hoodlums who think we're samurai.

The souls accompanying us drift up to the sky. And if we flap our wings we can also fly.
Azuma Riki ... (Translated from the original Japanese)