The cloudless sky was painted golden at dusk. A steam train traveled across the vast land; wisps of smoke danced in the mid air.
It was just another day of common routine, but the appearance of two persons on the train roof brought uncertainties to the situation.
Roy: “I’ve never seen places and buildings like this...Surely I’m in the other world…”
Roy was supposed to be working at the Central Command. However, he was summoned to the other world by a little girl.
Riza: Colonel, are you okay?
Not only Roy, but Riza, the Elric Brothers and Major Armstrong were also summoned.
The girl wanted to draw support from their strength to stop the conspiracy of Copernicus, a maniac scientist. He was plotting to use the train to break through the barrier between the two worlds.
As the girl vanished, researchers came to eliminate intruders.
In order to stop the enemies, Major Armstrong stayed behind while Roy and Riza successfully climbed to the roof under the protection of the Elric Brothers. Their plan was to go inside the power room through the roof.
Roy: Em? First Lieutenant, what’s on your back?
Riza: Colonel, wait! That’s——
While Roy was reaching out towards her back, a petite shadow pounced right on his face suddenly——
Roy: Mmmmm...what the heck is going on...I can’t see anything!
Roy: Oh? Black...Hayate?
Riza then took away her pet dog to bring his sight back.
Riza: It’s dangerous on the roof, so I let him hide on my back.
Roy: ...I see. Anyways, it’s good to see you’re fine. Let’s continue to the power room to stop this train, First Lieutenant.
Roy and Riza jumped down into the room, but they were stunned instantly.
Roy: Is it...a boiler? The coal is filled in automatically…
Riza: Looks like it is the technology of this world. Anyways, let’s stop it.
Unfortunately, they had no clue to stop the boiler.
Riza: I have no choice but to shoot it down. It may be dangerous, so please step back, Colonel.
Clash! The bullet was defended by a light shield in front of the boiler, which remained safe and sound.
Riza: How...is it possible?
Roy: The power of this world...Let me do it.
He triggered the alchemy in an attempt to blow the boiler up.
Riza: Same. It’s protected.
Roy: .No...it’s different. Look, a crack over there. As long as I keep on, this thing will be destroyed——
Riza: But time is running short. The sun will be setting soon.
Roy: Darn it...If there is a comburant to boost my fire power…
Riza: Comburant?...Colonel, is that thing feasible?
Riza pointed at the pipes on the wall; then Roy responded with a smile.
Bomb! The explosion had woken the faint Aristotle up. Before understanding what was happening, the violent shake was making him roll down the train. At this moment, someone grabbed his hand——
Aristotle: It’s you...why——
Roy: No more talking! Get up first!
Aristotle climbed back to the top with his aid. The sparkling flames rose to the air were as grand as a firework.
Aristotle: ...This can’t be done just by oxygen...Did you use the diluted blood in those pipes?
Roy: You’re smart. The blood consists of water. More water means more hydrogen.
Roy: Then I can make flammable gas out of it to make powerful flames strong enough to destroy the boiler...But the fire this time is much more destructive than I thought…
Aristotle: ...Of course...This is not usual blood.
Roy: What do you mean——
Riza: Colonel! One more hit and the shield will be broken!
Aristotle: Just go.
Roy: You aren’t stopping me, are you?
Aristotle: I’m a golden scientist of Lomond Manor after all. I ain’t bad enough to kill my life saver.
Roy: Wonderful. Then join me to witness the end.
Roy stood up straight, rubbed his right fingers to create even more intense fire. Unable to withstand the heat, the elemental shield was eventually broken. Losing its function, the train was slowing down.
Aristotle: ...Why bother to save me?
Roy: Even if we’re on different sides, I don’t want to see anyone die in front of me…
Aristotle: ...That’s a beautiful dream...I used to share the same view with you, to benefit mankind…
Roy: “So we’re very much alike…”
Roy: It’s not too late to change. Use a proper way to realize your dream.
Aristotle: No...it’s too late. The wheel of fate can’t be stopped anymore.
Riza: The locomotive is still moving!
The locomotive got rid of the cars behind and kept on moving forward, to the far horizon…