What did "less than thirty percent" even mean? Were hang gliders really that dangerous? Mai Sakurajima was increasingly eager to have her feet firmly on the ground.
Sogo Doma's response was that 1% was less than thirty percent, and 0.1% was also less than thirty percent. Nothing wrong with that. He hadn't even said less than fifty percent!
"Actually, as long as we don't run into any nasty weather, like a thunderstorm..." Sogo Doma said, sounding as though he were trying to reassure her.
"Rumble!"
Before he could finish, a peal of spring thunder rang out.
Mai Sakurajima: "..."
What had that guy just said? As long as they didn't run into a thunderstorm? That had been thunder, hadn't it? She hadn't misheard, had she?
"Don't worry. Thunder doesn't necessarily mean rain. And if it doesn't rain, as long as we aren't struck directly by lightning..." While Mai Sakurajima kept her eyes closed, Sogo Doma switched off the hang glider's sound system and continued.
"Drip..."
A few drops of water splashed onto the bunny girl's face.
Mai Sakurajima: "..."
Ha. Hahaha...
What exactly was going on now? Was this guy's mouth cursed?
"Of course, even if we run into sudden bad weather, there shouldn't be much of a problem if we handle the glider properly and use the safety parachutes we put on earlier. By the way, Mai, did you put yours on?"
Mai Sakurajima: "..."
Where was she supposed to get a parachute? She'd been dragged into the sky against her will!
"Why aren't you saying anything? Mai, you didn't put one on, did you?" Sogo Doma asked.
"If I didn't, what would happen?" Mai Sakurajima still had her eyes closed, but the cold sweat on her forehead seemed to be getting worse.
"Honestly, Mai, you should be more