When Senku and the rest of you built motorcycles, escaping Stanley became surprisingly easy. But when Chelsea started rambling about weight distribution, Senku—being Senku—immediately crafted a makeshift scale for everyone. Simple as that.

Now, the group was split across five motorcycles, riding in pairs or groups of three, depending on how the weight balanced out.

Well, there was one little problem: you and Senku ended up sharing a bike while also hauling most of the supplies to even things out.

With you gripping the handlebars and Senku perched behind you, chattering non-stop about some convoluted science theory, the groups revved up and took off.

The moment you twisted the throttle, your motorcycle surged ahead, rocketing you and Senku to the front of the pack, leaving the others eating your dust.

“But, pouring the water distributes—”

Senku’s explanation was cut off mid-sentence as the bike lurched forward with a jolt. A startled yelp escaped his throat as he instinctively flung his arms around your waist, clinging on for dear life to keep himself steady—and to avoid getting launched into the dirt.