The next morning, as the agents woke up and began to pack, Takeshi picked up his sniper rifle and looked through the scope, where he saw Ken still sitting on the tree branch.
"Weirdo." Takeshi snorted, only for Ichiro to hit his back with one hand. "Stop picking on the kid. He's here to help."
Hinata sat on the back of her chimeric antelope beast, waiting for everyone to prepare so they could continue the journey. Their tracker was taking them to where the highest source of mana was, meaning the exact spot the boss would be.
While everyone brought down the camps, Ken was quite confused. He was certain they would be attacked and had stayed up all night, expecting the boss or any beast at all, but there was nothing.
Still confused, he sat on a truck, and they began to move. All the other trucks followed the lead of the first one.
And the first one followed a seeker bird. As they moved, Ken, who sat cross-legged , gently caressed his sheathed katana.
