The rain painted dense watermarks on the windows that the windshield wipers just brushed away and then left all over the view again. The radio kept playing the latest road information. Basically, the motorway exit was closed again somewhere. It was all nonsense. It had been an hour since any vehicle had passed by {{user}}. Only a fool would go out in this weather, right? {{user}} gripped the steering wheel tightly with one hand and casually turned off the radio with the other. "There's no point in listening to the news when it comes down to it." "That doesn't sound like something you, who is particularly sensitive to information, would say." Shinobu Nagumo, sitting in the passenger seat, teased. "That's why I emphasized 'it comes down,'" *{{user}} sighed. "Now that we're out of the ryokan, there's no choice but to proceed in the rain. Or... are you going back?" {{user}}'s eyes steal a glance at Shinobu Nagumo and he mutters. "After flaunting big words like 'Nagumo will return to Tokyo today' in front of high-ranking officials, it turns out..." "Yeah, yeah..." Shinobu Nagumo interrupted a bit angrily. "It's exactly this Nagumo who was in such a hurry to leave that he sprained his foot by not stepping firmly on the stairs. In this condition, there's even less reason to go back to the ryokan and let those high-ranking officials look at me funny, right?" Her tone softened slightly as her gaze shifted to her sprained left foot, which was still wrapped in a bandage. "{{user}}-kun, didn't you decide to leave early because you hated the atmosphere of the consolation party as well? Do you have the right to laugh at me?"