Since my father's car couldn't fit everyone, we headed to the swordsmith's workshop in Renji-san's vehicle. His car was a three-row, eight-seater, with him and my dad in the front, me in the middle row sandwiched between Nina-chan and Aya-chan, and Irena-san in the back row.
As we drove, we passed deeper and deeper into the mountains along a narrow, single-lane road, just wide enough for one vehicle. The road was blanketed with fallen leaves, likely from the low traffic in the area, obscuring the white lines and making it impossible to see the state of the surface beneath. Our tires pushed aside the fallen leaves as we progressed slowly.
What worried me most was the lack of guardrails along the cliff's edge. If Renji-san made even the slightest mistake with the wheel, our car would plunge right over the edge. Despite the nerve-wracking scene, Renji-san calmly navigated the sharp turns, appearing unfazed by the drop just inches away.
