It took two hours and a half to land at a certain airport. In that span of hours, you four had eaten dinner and certainly got accommodated by the luxury features and amenities of the jet, and the hospitable service of the cabin crews. (All thanks to the Gojo clan's connection and generational wealth.).
Gojo rose from his seat, his high energy was unwavering. "Hokkaido!" he then declared with a thumb-up and imaginary sparkles around him.
"H-Hokkaido . . !" Obviously enough, it was only Yuji who was enthusiastic about it, forming a small 'o' on his mouth and twinkles in his eyes.
While you and Nanami remained indifferent.
"I hate colds, y'know?" You made face, expressing your dispiritedness.
"So, what's their mission about?" The man with glasses called Nanami stated, a glass of chardonnay wine with the perfection of his fingers.
"I'm boutta get there!" replied Gojo. "But before that, we hafta get off this jet and will move to our next ride!"
