Eden of the East: Air Communication (東のエデン 総集編 Air Communication)

He became a prince out of necessity.

He realized that if nothing else, the future we hoped for

would never come unless someone became the sacrificial lamb called a "prince."

February 19th, 2011.

On that day, something unprecedented happened:

Sixty missiles rained down on Japan.

Behind the scenes

was a boy with no memories calling himself "Akira Takizawa"

who saved us from that crisis without anyone ever knowing.

I happened to spend the eight days before that incident with him.

I'd come to the U.S. on a graduation trip

with friends from my college club.

On our final day, I went off on my own

to make a stopover in Washington, D.C.

It was a little terrorist act

to satisfy a private desire of mine.

But I met someone unbelievable there that I'd never planned for.

This is the center of the world?

It's different than I imagined, somehow.

And the fountain is way further away than I thought...

I wonder if everyone's mad at me.

If I had my phone on, Osugi would definitely be calling me.

Well, I've come this far, so I have to do what I'm here for!

Number 9 is even more unique than I'd imagined.

But it ends here.

I see. That's rather regrettable.

Are you on his side? I'm jealous, Juiz.

Prepare for my return to Japan.

Yes, Sir. I pray you shall continue to be a savior.

No good... It's too far away!

Hey! Young lady, what did you just throw?

Hey, you wanna die?!

Hey there, are you okay?

What? For real?!

More like, why is he naked?

Was he hit?!

Get that guy!

Now's my chance...

No way!

You were almost in real trouble there.

You should get away while you've got the chance.

[-I'm not in trouble...

But you know it's bad to throw things at the White House.

You were watching?

Kind of.

Thank you...

Um, aren't you cold?

Yeah, I am.

Er, I'll lend you this.

Are you sure? I need to get away, too.

It's fine. It's my thanks for helping me.

Thanks. Don't mind if I do, then.

Bye!

It's totally blank!

Isn't there some record that'll help me figure out who I am?

Hello, this is Juiz.

Juiz? Who are you?

I'm your concierge. I thought you were just going to fade out.

It sounds like you're all right.

Huh?

Hey... Do you know who I am?

Who you are?

This is the first time you've erased your memories,

and I received no order to prepare a new background for you,

so I really couldn't say who you might be right now.

Erased my memories?!

My last order was to tell you where to go next, so I'm sending that to you.

Well then, I wish for your success

and sincerely pray you shall continue to be a savior.

Huh?

So is this where I live, then?

I was so scared... what was that about?

I guess people really shouldn't do unfamiliar things.

Oh, no! My passport!

What do I do?

It's in my coat pocket!

Hey!

Hey! Excuse me!

Is this it?

And that was your destined meeting with Takky, right?

Yeah. And I think I lost my head

when I realized I gave him a coat with my passport in it.

I wavered over whether to ask a police officer for help

or get the passport back from him directly,

and in the end I decided

I'd rather negotiate with a Japanese speaker

than use my weak English.

You do pretty reckless things sometimes, Saki.

R-Really?

But it's true that if I'd known what his place looked like,

I probably wouldn't have been able to just barge in there.

Aw, man...

I don't remember this at all.

Is this my apartment?

Wh-What the heck? What is this, a terrorist hideout?!

It's like that movie-- what was it called again?

Taxi Driver!

No, then I wouldn't be naked, I'd have a Mohawk.

I'm really impressed by your drive, Saki.

And I guess I admire Takizawa for pretending to be a terrorist

and trying to stop the Selecdo game, but...

But even if he'd been able to communicate the gist

of what was happening in this country,

I don't think today's Americans would've done anything for us.

I agree, Hirasawa!

For real?!

Am I a terrorist after all?!

U-Um, you're the person I loaned my coat to, right?

Would you mind giving it back?

You see, my passport and wallet are in the pockets.

I'll give you the coat itself, so please just give those back!

That's fine. Hang on a second.

Saki Morimi...

Born in 1989, eh?

This is the one! I'll use this one.

The name is... Akira Takizawa.

Okay, from now on I'm Akira Takizawa!

What's he doing in there? Hurry up!

But then a policewoman suspicious of us came...

Hello. I need to ask you something.

What is it?

The girl in this picture-- is that you?

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Let's go.

U-Um...

Wait a sec. Come this way, please.

Are you Japanese?

I need to see your johnny.

Whoa! It sure does look like me, but where was that taken?

What do you think? I guess it is me, huh?

Hey, what was Takky's .44 Magnum looking like then?

You're seriously asking that?!

So D.C.'s cold worked its magic

and made the black policewoman misjudge Takizawa's size?

Why would cold make someone misjudge?

U-Um...

When are you going back to Japan?

Well, now, actually.

Really? Let's go home together, then.

Wait, um, I...

What?

I left my bag behind on my way here.

You mean back at the White House? Was anything important in it?

Presents, and clothes I like...

Then it's too bad, but you shouldn't go back there.

Leave things to me. Will you loan me enough for cab fare?

By the way, what was your reckless prayer at the White House about?

Just tell us already!

Agreed. You must've had a good reason

for firmly refusing to go into business with us

and rushing into the workplace instead, right?

What could be the harm in telling us, at this point?

W-Well...

She already said she went on behalf of Japan

to get them to do something about our stifling atmosphere,

so lay off her.

Micchon...

More importantly, when you guys got on the plane,

Takky only had a fake passport, right?

It's amazing you two made it back here.

I know! I spent the whole time bowled over by what a dynamo he is.

I was really nervous

hearing him casually tell those lies at the embassy, though.

Um, it feels like you've ended up helping me with a lot of things,

but can I ask you about one thing that's been bugging me?

What?

What were you really doing there when I first met you?

Staging some kind of protest?

The truth is, I'm a terrorist.

Nah, just kidding.

See, that's a popular game among the exchange students over here.

Pretty awful how they make us carry guns, huh? Even if they are fake.

That's a very extreme game.

I guess so.

What are you doing in D.C.?

Oh, I was on a college graduation trip.

It was a trip to New York, but I really wanted to see the White House,

so I slipped away.

Huh.

Why the White House?

How should I put it...? I thought maybe it was the center of the world.

That's strange, huh? I don't usually pay much attention to the U.S.,

but I started thinking maybe everything from my little problems

to the whole world situation was connected to this place at the root.

And there's something going on in Japan, you know?

A heavy atmosphere that we can't do anything about ourselves anymore.

So I thought I'd wish for them to help us out, even a little.

And I interrupted you.

No... I'd actually thought better of it even before you came.

I realized this place has nothing to do with us.

I get you... not that I understand.

What's that mean?!

But a certain someone's little terrorist act landed a blow for me,

and that's good enough.

My johnny landed a blow.

I'm Saki Morimi.

I'm

Here.

"Akira Takizawa"?

What?