Clockwork Planet (クロックワーク・プラネット)

This may sound sudden,

but the world was destroyed a long time ago.

One day, the Earth suddenly reached the end of its life.

It seemed as if humanity had no choice but to die along with it,

until a single clocksmith appeared.

He called himself "Y."

And he said that he could recreate the destroyed Earth with nothing but gears.

A thousand years passed...

Sprocket Calendar February 8, 1016 00:12 Akihabara Grid

They'll be here in nine seconds.

Two silent helicopters,

and one transport helicopter,

loaded with 12 combat automata.

Three, two, one... zero!

Enemy reinforcements from the southeast.

Twelve seconds.

Clean these guys up before then, Marie.

Who said you could boss me around, Naoto?

Wasn't this your idea, Princess?

Stay out of this.

You're just my bodyguard!

Oh, my...

This is...

slightly bad.

So, what's the plan?

What do we do?

This is the end.

Right, RyuZU?

Indeed, Master Naoto.

If trying to take out my master with these crude machines is someone's idea of a joke,

it isn't the least bit funny.

Now, become humorless pieces of scrap,

and vanish from my master's sight.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Master Naoto.

That was some top-class RyuZUing, RyuZU!

That was an extremely low-class sentence,

indicative of your own lack of quality and education.

Y called this planet, formed from an almost infinite number of gears,

the Clockwork Planet.

Episode 1: Gear of Destiny

1 Month Prior

January 11 14:30 Kyoto Grid

Kyoto Tadasu no Mori High School

I'm back!

Were you lonely, everyone?

I know!

Please, forgive me for being such a failure

that I couldn't even fix a single clock!

But I want you to believe that my love for you is real!

I'll be a clocksmith who can fix you!

I'm sorry.

You have the right to choose, too, don't you?

They're great, though.

The ultimate clockwork machines, automata.

Automata Monthly

Some day I want to make my own.

God's not fair!

Make it rain automata, talent, or at least gears!

Is it seriously raining?

Hey, hey, hey!

My sweet lovers!

What are you doing?

Damn it!

What the hell?

She's pretty...

You dropped a YD-01 container?

I-I'm sorry!

That belongs to the Breguet family,

and is a national treasure-class automaton.

The person responsible will be punished immediately!

Halter, send out our own recovery team immediately!

We can't leave it to those incompetent shitheads!

Roger.

But, Meister Marie, a lady needs to behave more ladylike.

What?!

Especially since this is an official request for aid

from the Kyoto Grid to the Meister Guild.

They're just saying, "We can't handle it anymore,

so save us!" and making us deal with it.

But still, we can't ignore problems with the Core Tower.

Hurry there.

As you wish, Princess.

This looks like it's gonna be a fun job, huh?

This is... my ideals personified.

No, more than that.

Wow...

The sound of the gears is more perfect than anything I've ever heard.

No... wait.

It's faint, but there's an unpleasant noise mixed in.

The gear at the very center is stuck.

Is that why she's not booting up, even though the power spring is functional?

Seriously?

I've got two to three hours before it collapses.

Wow...

So pretty...

I can't even fix a clock...

So what am I trying to do here?

Meister Konrad!

It's been a while, Meister Marie.

16:55 Kyoto Core Tower Floor 3

Thank you so much for being our service chief this time.

They're with the military, huh?

They're here to tell us to stay off their turf already, huh?

Dr. Breguet?

We were ordered to give you as much help as possible.

That's fine.

Please leave.

We know this place better than anyone.

Do you think you can fix it without our help—

We were called here because you couldn't handle it.

Get lost, amateurs.

This is crazy.

If my hand slips and I put even the slightest scratch on the main cylinder,

it'll be irreparable.

But I don't like this sound...

I see!

If I can reach this point...

W-Wow!

This is great!

My head feels like it's gonna burst...

I can't move.

I am Unit 1 of the Initial-Y series, RyuZU.

Naoto Miura.

I am deeply grateful to you for repairing me.

Still, if it took this long to repair such a simple malfunction,

that implies that humanity's intelligence

has yet to surpass the level of a flea, doesn't it?

I would hope that

the person who is to be my master is at least superior to an insect.

No, my head hurts...

Are you awake, Master Naoto?

Master Naoto, I have a question.

S-Sure...

Do you have my design plans?

No...

Then how many gears is my body comprised of?

Um, 4,207,600,008,643... I think?

Then you really were able to comprehend and repair me just by the sound?

Were you able to sense me during the repairs?

Yes.

The whole time.

Sorry for opening you up like that!

But that gear was ruining that really nice sound...

Master Naoto, you are a pervert.

Yes. I'm sorry.

Then, will you allow me to officially register you as my master,

and serve by your side?

Huh?

I have come to the conclusion