Daichi nodded in acknowledgment, then without saying a word, he sat on his bike and inserted the key.
With a vroom, the bike roared to life, coughing out smoke and dust. With his back turned, he snickered. "I think it's mere bullshit. Like you said, it's a long shot. And one that doesn't make much sense to me. But I'm gonna humour you, so get your ass on the bike and let's go see for ourselves what kind of cultists we're dealing with."
"Well, that works for me. Souta, let's go!"
Ryuga didn't mind Daichi's lethargic attitude. If anything, he preferred him to act that way. The reason being, at least this way he was calm and collected.
But the same couldn't be said for Souta. He had a peculiar look on his face, which made Ryuga question him out of reflex. "What's up with you? Got any theories running in your mind?"
Souta spared him a glance, then looked away, his expression returning to normal. He carefully lifted his bike and started it, gesturing for Ryuga to sit on the back.
