Xing Tie, my abstract thinking ability is refreshed every week.

The white light devoured Chang Geng's memories, pulling him and Misha into it together.

"What is this?" March 7 asked, puzzled.

"This is a tradition, child."

Gallagher looked up at the sky, his words tinged with amusement.

……

……

Within the space of memories.

Chang Gung stepped into Misa's past.

Mikhail! Where are you going?

He was no different from the Misha he knew, except that the boy was dressed differently. He ran towards the departing figure, reached out his hand and called out.

"Someone has to step up and save Lusaka."

An elderly man with a mustache turned around.

"Xiaomisha, why can't that person be me?"

Navigator Mikhail looked at his grandson, who was clutching his sleeve, and spoke gently.

"Don't leave, okay?"

Mira clung tightly to his sleeve, tears welling in her eyes.

"Or take me with you, please, don't leave!"

"Even without me, you know how to navigate."

"Lusaka is not your end point, but your beginning point."

Mikhail smiled and shook his head.

"Your adventure doesn't lie here, child."

Mikhail removed his hands from his sleeves.

"My...adventure?"

With tears in her eyes, Misha asked, only half understanding.

"There is an even more vast ocean in the sky."

"That's an ocean of stars. Compared to that, Lusaka is nothing."

Mikhail stroked his head, indicating that his true home was not here.

"...An ocean of stars?"

Misha didn't understand what he was saying; he just wanted him to stay.

"Yes, an ocean of stars."

"There is a train carrying children who want to go far away, traveling tirelessly through the sea of ​​stars."

As Mikhail spoke, he took the train ticket off his chest.

“Brave Captain Misha, haven’t you always wanted to become an adventurer even more amazing than me?”

Mikhail smiled slightly.

"Take this, the train will be here soon."

Mikhail handed the ticket to his grandson, gesturing for him to open his palm.

"Board that train, and your dream trip will begin there."

Misha instinctively opened her palm.

He still doesn't understand how things suddenly turned out this way.

"Captain Misha, embark on your own journey."

A weary past, the responsibility to protect our homeland, and the dream to expand our world—

A pair of rough, large hands handed these to the naive boy.

The boy accepted the token of inheritance with a bewildered expression.

As a young boy, he had not yet grasped how heavy the keepsake was.

"Take this one too."

Mikhail seemed to remember something and took out his pocket watch.

"Haven't you always wanted this pocket watch of mine?"

Mikhail held the back of his hand.

He placed the pocket watch on his palm, stacking it on top of the train ticket.

"Now I'm giving it to you."

Mikhail's words revealed his concern for children traveling far away.

"The days ahead will be tough, but don't lose heart; the clock will tell you the way."

After saying that, Mikhail turned away calmly.

They marched forward with the steps of someone facing death.

There was no sense of high spirits, only a sense of entitlement.

Watching Grandpa resolutely turn his back and leave.

Mikhail, will you come back?

Misha's voice choked with emotion as she pressed for more information.

"Most definitely."

Upon hearing the shout, Mikhail stopped.

"Trust me, Misha, soon we'll be able to travel to a wider world together."

He turned his head slightly and nodded slightly to his grandson.

"Until then, Misha, protect this place for me."

These were Mikhail's last words, and also a promise he made to his grandson.

Misha kept that promise in mind.

Until—until forever.

Mikhail never returned.

he died.

He died along with his ship before dawn.

To ensure the Star Train could reach Lusaka smoothly, he risked his life to repair the damaged silver tracks.

He put his final "pioneering" path into practice.

At the end of the story, Misha and the nameless guests who arrived together resolved Lusaka's "Star Core" crisis.

And just as his grandfather had hoped, he boarded the Star Train.

Lusaka's incident spurred Misha's path to becoming an anonymous stranger.

The young captain decides to emulate the legendary navigator Mikhail, bringing salvation to the homeland of others and conquering the untamed, arrogant ocean (the Star Core).

After Misha successfully boarded the train, the scene before Chang Geng's eyes changed again.

At the entrance to the Starry Sky Train carriage.

Misha, now grown up, looked hesitant and hesitated to take the first step.

"Ragwalker, where are you going?"

A white-haired young man with a precocious appearance, dressed in a gentlemanly manner, asked a question while leaning on a cane.

"It's time for us to head to the next stop."

A child chasing the light, a "young man," is the current navigator of the Starry Sky Train and the last navigator of the Chang Geng era, as Granholm calls him.

"I...maybe I won't leave."

Misha hesitated for a moment, then revealed her thoughts.

“I plan to stay in Asdna with Lazarina and Tirnan.”

"Oh...does this place remind you of your home?"

Granholm understood what he meant.

"Um…"

Misha defaulted.

"The Asdna have only won a small victory; they have a long way to go before they are truly free. Hanunu needs us."

"Don't worry, not every journey leads to the stars. Even after we leave the train, our 'exploration' will not end."

Misha took a deep breath and spoke seriously.

"It's alright, I knew I couldn't keep any of you around."

Granholm just smiled and said nothing more.

"Go in peace, my friend, and take this with you."

He took out his top hat from his pocket and put it on his head.

"This is... Mr. Amundsen's hat?"

Misha was somewhat taken aback by this development.

"Why……"

"When he left, he said he wanted to leave it to his best student."

Granholm told him to keep it without worry.

"I think it's time."

Granholm scrutinized his current attire.

It felt as if an old friend had reappeared before my eyes.

"Goodbye, Ragwalker. Take good care of Tirnan and Lazarina."

Granholm waved goodbye.

"Remember... to write to us."

Granholm paused slightly as he spoke.

It's clear that this navigator also dislikes parting ways.

"must!"

Misha nodded emphatically, making the same promise as his grandfather.

Next, Chang Geng witnessed the legendary life of this nameless guest.

It witnessed the birth of the watchmaker and the rise and fall of Pinocchio.

It also showed how the family treated heroes.

Misha has come this far step by step.

But in the end, due to making the wrong friends, he suffered a major setback.

He has never failed.

Perhaps his grandfather's death was his first failure, but Pinocchio should never be his second.

"Remember, you must send the invitation to the Star Train..."

The last scene Chang Geng witnessed was Misha dying unjustly.