Yuko's lips curled up slightly. "Amagai, being this old-fashioned won't win you any girls."
Am... Amagai?
Shūsuke Amagai involuntarily let go of Yuko's hand and swayed back a step.
Why had she suddenly become so refined? Could it be that his time was up?
He had heard that people became gentle toward someone when they were about to die.
Yuko scratched her head and sighed. "Fine, fine, let's go. Isn't it just meeting some rich guy? I'm not jealous at all."
Whether she was jealous or not, they did not know, but there was definitely something wrong with her train of thought.
They did not know whether to say Captain Yuko had an excellent mentality or that she was simply absurdly entertained by everything.
A group of Squad Members followed after her with complicated feelings.
After walking toward Las Noches for a while, Yuko suddenly raised a hand and stopped the group behind her.
This place really was huge. They had walked for so long, yet it was still that far away.
Still, this distance was about right. Getting any closer would probably make them easier to spot.
"Amagai, take the Third Division and scout along the left side. Momo and Kira, take the Fifth Division and scout the right." After thinking for a moment, Yuko pointed to both sides of Las Noches. "You don't need to get too close. Just make a rough layout map. Don't get drawn into a fight if you encounter enemies, understand?"
"If you run into something you can't handle, release your spiritual pressure and wait for me..."
Yuko paused. "Forget it. Use this instead."
She casually scratched open her fingertip with her nail. Several drops of blood emerged, then wriggled as bone, muscle, and fibers rapidly reformed, soon becoming a chibi Yuko with three-head-tall