Souta yawned as their paths were selected. He didn't care to offer his opinion. He would try, at the very least, when they started, but he didn't much care what his team chose. The flamboyant girl, Kiko, he recalled, had chosen the green path for them, and Soga, the dragon, had informed that the green path was in fact the longest one. Souta shrugged at that; he was fine with taking a longer path, he hadn't exercised in some time and maybe taking a bit of a walk would be good for him.
"If you think flying ahead would help, then go right ahead," he said to Soga, not really caring who the leader of the group was. "I'll do whatever you tell me to do, I don't exactly have many plans." Souta shrugged again, with closed eyes. He put his hands into his pockets and observed the other groups, all seemingly excited in their own ways. Souta couldn't manage to get himself to be that excited, about much of anything to be honest.
God he was such a downer. At least he was self-aware about it.
He covered his face with a hand and scowled, grunting in disappointment at himself. Be happy Souta, you jackass.