'I'm team seven? Fuck... Why am I the only one that got separated from the three? Me and my damned luck!' Caleb scanned his group mates. Shu and Rozho were the two that had caught his attention since the start. 'It seems we are fated or something.'
"Hey, Johan... You are the only one that got separated from us. We are all in the group one." Luna couldn't help but speechlessly look at Johan. Here she was, hoping they wouldn't get separated. What are the odds?
Andre laughed as he heard Luna's words.
"Don't worry about him. He can manage himself with his strength and wits. He's not the one unlucky, but us. Without him, things won't go smoothly for us. We won't have someone to rely upon but ourselves."
"Well, if that's the case. We need to rely on ourselves and not always let Johan carry us." Clifford snorted. Then he gave Johan a determined look. "Next time we meet, the three of us won't drag you any longer and we will become someone you can rely on!"
