The plane wheels hit the runway with a heavy thud.
A moment later—smooth deceleration.
Then silence, broken only by the soft announcement that they had arrived.
Yuji leaned forward in his seat.
"…We actually made it."
Hakari stretched like he'd just survived a war.
"…Airplane arcs always feel longer than they should."
Maki unbuckled her seatbelt immediately.
"…Finally."
Panda gave a small relieved exhale.
"…My shoulder can recover now."
From the window seat, Gojo looked out at the tropical air shimmering beyond the glass.
"…Nice."
And in the middle seat—
Takeru sat up slowly.
Watching.
Processing.
"…We are here."
Yuji nodded.
"…Yeah. Malaysia."
Takeru paused.
Then added, almost quietly:
"…Efficient."
Hakari smirked.
"…That's your takeaway?"
Takeru nodded.
"…Travel successful. No incidents."
Maki immediately:
"…Don't jinx it."
Kirara stood and grabbed their bag.
"…Let's just get off before something changes."
The plane doors opened shortly after.
Warm air rushed in instantly—humid, heavy, alive.
A stark contrast from the cabin.
Yuji blinked.
"…Whoa."
Hakari grinned.
"…Okay, this actually looks insane."
Gojo stepped out first, hands in pockets.
"…Yeah, this is good."
Panda followed.
"…Smells different."
Maki stepped onto the jet bridge.
"…Too different."
Kirara adjusted their bag strap.
"…Focus."
Yuji turned slightly.
"…Takeru?"
Takeru was just behind them now.
Looking around.
Not analyzing this time—just taking it in.
"…This is the environment."
Hakari laughed.
"…Bro sounds like he spawned into a new map."
Takeru nodded.
"…Correct."
Gojo stretched his arms.
"…Alright, team. Welcome to Malaysia."
Yuji smiled slightly.
"…We actually did it."
Maki sighed.
"…We haven't started yet."
And as they moved toward baggage claim—
the warm air followed them.
The noise of a new place rising around them.
Takeru walked at the center of it all.
Quiet.
Present.
For once—
not planning the next move yet.
Just stepping into it.