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Kyousuke tried to keep a close eye on his surroundings as he walked, and outwardly, it probably looked passable, but the truth was, it was taking most of his focus just to drag his exhausted limbs and control his breathing. This was ridiculous. He couldn't even remember the last time it was so hard just to walk.

The hall had some life in it, though, and unlike like their encounter from before, nobody seemed to really pay them much mind. They must have been like them. Kyousuke took this as a cue to feel safe; if something came, someone was bound to notice even if he didn't, and they could probably use numbers to their advantage. He leaned against the wall again, casually watching people talk or come and go like he was deliberating, but that wasn't quite the truth. They hadn't even walked that far, yet he needed a small moment to make it feel like his extremities were less on fire.

Was this going to happen every small distance they traveled? If so, they weren't going to get anywhere very quickly. This ... might not work.