Screech—.
The Shinkansen train finally pulled to a stop at the Kyoto Station platform.
Stepping off the train, we stretched our stiff, cramped limbs, twisting this way and that after the long ride in those narrow seats.
"Ugh, my joints. Tokyo to Kyoto is definitely a trek."
"That's because you sit like a middle-aged man," Shoko commented dryly.
Ignoring Shoko's jab, I grabbed my baseball bag from the overhead rack and slung the strap loosely over my shoulder.
"Hey, I'm going to go off on my own from here for a bit."
"Huh? Why? How come?" Shoko asked, her eyes widening.
I shrugged dismissively.
"This is my hometown. Since I'm here, I figured I'd drop by the main house. Besides, as you know, the members of the Zenin clan aren't exactly the kind of people you'd be proud to show off.
If I bring you guys along, it'll just be a massive headache. I'll make it a quick solo trip."
The moment I said that, Satoru Gojo—who had been dragging his suitcase nearby—lowered his sunglasses and flashed a mischievous, bratty grin.
"Heh~ Why? Why can't I come? If the noble future head of the Gojo clan personally graces them with his presence, those Zenin geezers will have the most priceless looks on their faces! It'll be fun, let's go right now!"
"...Please, I am begging you, do not pull that kind of stunt."
I turned dead serious and gripped Gojo's shoulder tightly.
"The atmosphere at the main house is already total garbage because I'm from a branch family. You want to drag in the tactless heir of a rival clan on top of that? Ugh... just the thought makes me sick. Just follow Shoko and Suguru quietly."
"Tch. Boring."