"What's with the face?..", asked Seijurou the moment he saw his redheaded battle partner sit beside him inside the "Bus Carriage".
The makeshift enormous transport was large enough to carry the entire class of first years along with their adviser. With two columns on each side, the passengers sat on twenty rows of seats facing front. There were large glass windows by the outer columns for the travelers to see the sights as an Ostremu pulled the gargantuan carriage.
There was more than enough space for everyone in the class even if they put all their luggage at the back. However, not everybody seemed to be satisfied with the almost perfectly comfortable setup.
"I wanted to ride the Ostremu..", grumbled Satsuki while she pouted like a child.
Slightly surprised at first, Seijurou broke a droplet of sweat before chuckling. "That's what's making you upset? Sometimes.. it makes me think if you really are the strongest sword fighter in the world.."
