The car is moving, sometimes slowly, sometimes at great speeds, winding its way along the road as it varies from road to road.
When the speed is slow, the car can be very polite to yield to pedestrians and other vehicles, and the temperament is very good to let the dog on the side of the road are happy to overtake their own. At faster speeds, the cars are not to be messed with, aggressively overtaking seven or eight cars in a row, and when they hit some traffic jams, suddenly cutting in front of them so that the car in front of them is forced to stand still and honk its horn furiously in anger.
Date Wataru was looking out the window, from the back seat window, at the car behind him that was honking its horn as if it was cursing.
The driver is the one who should be yelling at, but he's looking so lost in thought that he's looking at the car as if he's being yelled at.
Ichijō Mirai is looking at Date Wataru.
He was sitting in the passenger's seat, not squarely, but upside down, with his arm pressed against the backrest of the passenger's seat, his chin pressed against his arm, and his red eyes staring at him like a wild animal stalking its prey in the meadow, silently waiting for the moment when it can strike the fatal blow.
It was a posture that a traffic police officer would have stopped, but the car full of preparatory police cadets didn't seem to have the slightest awareness that this was a bad way to sit, and none of them raised their voices in protest.
Because Ichijō Mirai had been staring at Date Wataru the whole way.
From the moment he left the dormitory and saw Date Wataru, he had been staring at him, and not only staring, but also looking as if he was solving the world's math problems, and his eyes hardly ever strayed.
Even when Furuya Rei, who was in charge of the car, suddenly slowed down and slowed down to a turtle, and then suddenly sped up to a bolt of lightning that was 'fast, but at a price', and was silently abused by the other owners of the car for having lost something on the highway.
Even if you brake sharply, even if you don't drive for a few minutes after stopping on a remote road, even if you don't drive for a few minutes after stopping on a remote road, even if you lose something.
Morofushi Hiromitsu in the back seat was looking out the window.
He had to look out the window to meet the eyes of Matsuda Jinpei, who was peeking out of the rear window of the parallel car.
Matsuda Jinpei asked with his eyes, "So, did you succeed in reading his mind? You've always been good at reading that guy's mind, so what did Wataru-san do to that guy?
The amount of information in his eyes was a bit complicated, but except for Ichijō Mirai who couldn't take his eyes off, and Date Wataru who couldn't take his eyes off, everyone else held their breath and paid attention to Morofushi Hiromitsu's answer.
Each of them had the same air of doubt as Matsuda Jinpei.
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "..."
He also wondered what Date Wataru had done to Ichijō Mirai to make him maintain a deep gaze for almost half an hour.
And then he realized that he, and they, had defaulted to what Date Wataru had done to trigger Ichijō Mirai's special reaction.
Aside from the fact that Ichijō Mirai usually does act out, but mostly when he's offended first and then justifiably so, which is sort of karmic retribution, it's probably partly due to the fact that Date Wataru also looks like he's too weak to look at his own heart.
But, they met outside the dormitory today, didn't they? They were already staring and being stared at.
So what happened in the middle of the night?
While thinking about it, Morofushi Hiromitsu shook his head slightly to indicate that he wasn't sure, and turned to Date Wataru with the others.
They urged him with their eyes.
Date Wataru looked at the sky, looked at the ground, looked at the air that was being scolded by the owner of the car behind him, and after much hesitation, he stared out the window and inquired stumblingly, "What, what's wrong, Mirai-san?"
He had always been a big-hearted person, and was seldom so shy.
Ichijō Mirai's eyes were so strange, as if he was gazing deeply into the eyes of his former companion who had betrayed him, condemning, but with pity.
Date Wataru felt uncomfortable under such a gaze.
Ichijō Mirai didn't say anything, he changed his position and stared at Date Wataru with his head propped up.
"..." Date Wataru shifted his eyes to meet Ichijō Mirai's, "Is there something wrong with my clothes today?"
Since he's going to participate in the fellowship, of course he can't just wear his usual uniform or clothes that can withstand dirt and are suitable for training, he has to be serious, even if he has a girlfriend and doesn't have to take care of himself, Date Wataru has to clean himself up a little bit.
That's why he wore casual clothes that he hardly ever wears.
At that, Ichijō Mirai's eyes shifted down a bit, from Date Wataru didn't know what was going on, but Mirai-san had his own reasoning' so he started to automatically move his face down to the casual clothes.
It was a dark-colored casual wear.
In a short period of time, if there is no sudden change, the person's aesthetic is very difficult to change, Date Wataru's personal clothes are dark colors.
So, when he entered the FBI office, it was a dark casual suit.
Both sets of casual clothes are similar, Ichijō Mirai looked at the clothes, and then looked at Date Wataru's heart, and couldn't help but sigh quietly, "Ugh."
Date Wataru: "...Huh?"
"Wataru-san," Ichijō Mirai sighed again, a look of concern and hatred appearing on his face, "You're really, ugh!"
Date Wataru: "???"
"Huh?" He inquired subconsciously, bewildered, "Did the instructor tell you to pass on something to me? Is there something wrong with my training performance?"
Ichijō Mirai shook his head, "No."
He sighed deeply, "How did you end up like that?"
You went to the FBI!
And you got rejected!!!!
If it wasn't for the kind, honorable, trustworthy, and admirable Savior suddenly appearing to save the day, wouldn't the wretched, pitiful, and compassionate Wataru have failed in his mission?
Ichijō Mirai knew that his classmates were not doing well, but he didn't realize that they were doing so poorly.
Ichijō Mirai knew that his classmates were not doing well, but he didn't realize that they were doing so poorly. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but put on a sad face in depression, "Oh, really, you're too naïve and upright to be like this, and you're going to meet all sorts of setbacks."
In the next car, Matsuda Jinpei coughed loudly, "Ahem!"
"Why are you smiling so happily when you're sighing?!"
Ichijō Mirai reached up to cover her chin, still in a frustrated tone, "Did I? I'm obviously sad, don't slander me."
He glanced over and casually slapped his hand on Matsuda Jinpei's forehead, "Dogs are not allowed to poke their heads out of the window while the car is moving, so pull back, Matsuda-san."
Matsuda Jinpei: "???"
He was furious, a little angry, "You're not smiling if you cover your mouth? You're going to blossom!"
"Morofushi, go!"
Morofushi Hiromitsu: "...You are laughing."
After saying a fair word first, he immediately changed the topic, "What happened to Wataru-san, did something happen when we didn't know?"
What's 'how did you get mixed up like that'?
Judging by Ichijō Mirai's demeanor and the wide smile he couldn't hide when asked, Morofushi Hiromitsu guessed that it wasn't something important in the serious sense, but probably something that was a bit of an irritant.
"Yes," Ichijō Mirai sighed slowly once more, "Oh, well, I don't even want to talk about you, Wataru-san."
"Don't tell me you know me when you go out..."
It's so embarrassing to be rejected by the FBI, isn't it!
Damn police, they sent an inexperienced cadet undercover, can't they get a serious fake ID?
And then Date Wataru was rejected because he used to live in Neon and moved to New York to marry his girlfriend.
That's too much!
"Ahem, we're almost at the gathering place," Furuya Rei, who's driving, had to remind, and then a second time, "You're smiling again, Mirai-san."
A third subtle reminder, "Wataru-san is very serious, so please be careful when playing with him."
At least don't pretend you're depressed with a big smile on your face, right? Serious, dumb people get so angry they don't even know how to say it back.
Date Wataru: "..."
Thank you, Furuya-san, but you don't seem to be letting me off the hook either.
Next to her, Morofushi Hiromitsu added subtly, "Don't play with them at the party later."
It doesn't matter if we're playing with them or the other side.
Ichijō Mirai got a little upset when his classmates said something they didn't like, and protested with a stern, "What are you talking about? Am I the one who's going to toy with others?"
Wait, yeah, that's fine.
But protest anyway: "Don't use the word 'toy', okay? Use 'help'."
The meeting place was here.
It's a high-traffic sushi restaurant, divided into a lobby and a private room, which they ordered in advance.
Ichijō Mirai looked out, opened the door and got out of the car before it stopped, leaving behind the protests of his classmates, who had some differences of opinion, and looked up at the sign, "Is this a place like this?"
He was expecting some kind of western restaurant.
"Yes, this one has good sushi, lots of ingredients," Morofushi Hiromitsu followed him out of the car, "and the best part is that you can help yourself."
"So if you don't like something, you can leave it out when you hold the rice."
The sushi restaurant is in a busy neighborhood, and after the party, if they want to do something else, they can go shopping in pairs to enjoy the festival, or if they don't want to do anything else, they can go shopping with their friends.
At 8:00 p.m., there's a group fireworks display.
It was probably not just them, but also other people who were not participating in the party, but just having dinner with family and friends, or who had already finished their meals, who wanted to stroll around and enjoy the festival atmosphere and see the fireworks, so there were a lot of people in the neighborhood, and people almost brushed against each other's shoulders as they walked around.
Ichijō Mirai and the others were passing by, and they would subconsciously look back.
Ichijō Mirai looked to the left and to the right, thought about how to block off the route in case of an accident and kill everyone, and then responded to Morofushi Hiromitsu with a satisfied voice, "Can we make it any way we want? How about rice in a bowl with a little bit of ingredients on top and make it into a bowl of rice? No one will be offended."
Suddenly, his eyes paused for a moment, catching a sudden flash of blue light.
The blue light lingered on Morofushi Hiromitsu, who was listening to him with a smile.
[Quest detected: ['Goblet Tattoo']]