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Well, it wasn’t like she could drive all of them there anyways.

Folding up the handout into a neat little square, Sorano tucked it into the inner pocket of her uniform and motioned for Seishiro and Yayoi to follow after her. Neither of them particularly stood out as important to form any meaningful relationship with yet, one looking like an absolute punk and the other being an absolute slob, so the bespectacled Hunter maintained her usual fast pace, not particularly caring whether or not they lagged behind. If they couldn’t walk that fast, just jog.

Two minutes and fifteen seconds later, they were at the school parking lot. Sorano walked up to a beat-up, garishly painted Jeep, its boxy design at odds with the smooth curves of the other vehicles in the lot. It had been second-hand, or perhaps even third-hand, but the vehicle was cheap, could handle rough terrain, and she wasn’t particularly attached to it in any fashion. If she was going to have to launch this into a giant youkai, she wouldn’t feel too bad about it at all. The doors unlocked with a twist of the key, and she slipped into the spotless interior, devoid of crumbs or dust or anything else that would appear unseemly. As she adjusted her mirrors and seat, the sharp-eyed girl had but a couple ground rules.

[b]“Put on your seat belts, put away your snacks, don’t use your phone, and don’t sleep. If you need to use a restroom, hold it in until we arrive. If you’re loud or distracting, I’ll be ejecting you. Understand?”[/b]