Author's Notes: "Because the author seems to be running out of breath, the final conclusion will have to wait until next time...!"
(Tl Notes: What a freaking teaser... Well, I guess that includes me too.)
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A large motorcycle roared through the wilderness, its exhaust note echoing like the neighing of a thousand warhorses or the battle cries of soldiers.
On the motorcycle and sidecar, the occupants noticed thick black smoke rising into the sky in the distance.
Moore sensed it instinctively. She is there, he thought.
"Ah..."
Despite her slender figure for someone riding a large bike, Moore could hear a small murmur from Sugar through his noise-canceling headset. Considering the situation, it was not the kind of remark he wanted to hear.
Gradually, the Black Typhoon's speed decreased, confirming Moore's intuition.
"...Sugar?"
"...We're out of fuel."
The headwind that had been striking their faces like a storm from the front had subsided, making Sugar's remark audible to all members of the Special Countermeasures Team, Counters.
Anis in the sidecar, Neon wedged between her legs, and Rapi perched on his backpack all sighed audibly, the sound carrying a mix of frustration and exhaustion.
The engine had burned through its last drop of fuel. Slowly, the motorcycle came to a stop in the wilderness, ceasing all movement.
"From here, we walk."
"What are you doing, seriously!"
Just a little more—just a few hundred meters to the destination. That's what Anis seemed to imply with her gestures as she ran her fingers through her flaxen hair. However, Sugar remained unfazed.
"...Anis might be complaining, but... I appreciate you bringing us this far."
"...Your partner is kind, isn't he? Don't worry. We're almost there."
When Moore's arms, which had been wrapped around her abdomen, were released, Sugar turned her regretful gaze toward him and, as soon as she dismounted from the large bike, pulled her favorite shotgun from the holster attached to the vehicle.
"...Almost... How close is that?"
"Really almost."
"Wow! It's right in front of us!"
"...Ugh, annoying."
Even though they likely hailed from the same Tetra, isn't that an overstatement? Moore, who had gotten off the motorcycle, swiftly conducted a detailed inspection of the assault rifle hanging in front of him.
Author's Notes: "Because the author seems to be running out of breath, the final conclusion will have to wait until next time...!"
(Tl Notes: What a freaking teaser... Well, I guess that includes me too.)
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A large motorcycle roared through the wilderness, its exhaust note echoing like the neighing of a thousand warhorses or the battle cries of soldiers.
On the motorcycle and sidecar, the occupants noticed thick black smoke rising into the sky in the distance.
Moore sensed it instinctively. She is there, he thought.
"Ah..."
Despite her slender figure for someone riding a large bike, Moore could hear a small murmur from Sugar through his noise-canceling headset. Considering the situation, it was not the kind of remark he wanted to hear.
Gradually, the Black Typhoon's speed decreased, confirming Moore's intuition.
"...Sugar?"
"...We're out of fuel."
The headwind that had been striking their faces like a storm from the front had subsided, making Sugar's remark audible to all members of the Special Countermeasures Team, Counters.
Anis in the sidecar, Neon wedged between her legs, and Rapi perched on his backpack all sighed audibly, the sound carrying a mix of frustration and exhaustion.
The engine had burned through its last drop of fuel. Slowly, the motorcycle came to a stop in the wilderness, ceasing all movement.
"From here, we walk."
"What are you doing, seriously!"
Just a little more—just a few hundred meters to the destination. That's what Anis seemed to imply with her gestures as she ran her fingers through her flaxen hair. However, Sugar remained unfazed.
"...Anis might be complaining, but... I appreciate you bringing us this far."
"...Your partner is kind, isn't he? Don't worry. We're almost there."
When Moore's arms, which had been wrapped around her abdomen, were released, Sugar turned her regretful gaze toward him and, as soon as she dismounted from the large bike, pulled her favorite shotgun from the holster attached to the vehicle.
"...Almost... How close is that?"
"Really almost."
"Wow! It's right in front of us!"
"...Ugh, annoying."
Even though they likely hailed from the same Tetra, isn't that an overstatement? Moore, who had gotten off the motorcycle, swiftly conducted a detailed inspection of the assault rifle hanging in front of him.
