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Without the need of opening his eyes, Masami knew that he was hidden in the trunk of a vehicle. Checking his vitals and breathing by measuring comfort, Masami opened his eyes to see the evening light, and he was thankful that he was incorrect. He had realized that he was instead comfortably laying onto the backseat, rather than the trunk of the vehicle, and that he couldn't help but groan when he rolled over. Dammit; oh well, this isn't the first time, he felt headache only now, and thinking more of being taken away like this continue to bring him discomfort due to unpreparedness. Masami thought that he shouldn't get anxious about the whole situation because naturally, he should get used to being taken away like this—it's the consequence of fame. At the same time, knowing his own value, he had faith that he'll come out of this alive. "Where are we going?" not asking specifically anyone, Masami hopes that someone responds to him without rudeness. When he tried to sit upright, the shackles that bound his two wrists together signaled Masami's incapability of moving. How nostalgic, he looks at his fingers and forces himself to smile—it was only now that he realized the blisters around his wrists, he must've been struggling while he was asleep, it doesn't look like I'll be able to get out of this. Imbuing his mana, the shackles generated a slight shock. They expected that the captive would attempt to break free so they came prepared—except, this was also expected for Masami's side. I'll just have to wait, then, having nobody respond to his blatant question, Masami attempts to achieve comfort by leaning his back against the backseat. There, he sees Magnolia City disappear from the distance. In the end, it wasn't such an exclusive deal. 304/2500 |
「お前らに完璧で間違った踊り方を教えてやるから。」