"How should I put this?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka closed his eyes and stroked his chin.
"I feel like I've experienced this before."
This...
"The feeling of falling?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka opened his eyes.
Sure enough, he was high in the air.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH--------"
Lawrence, beside Fujimaru Ritsuka, was screaming.
"Hmm, I think something like this happened back in Mesopotamia too."
Fujimaru Ritsuka was fairly calm.
Well, not that calm.
"How are we supposed to land?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes had turned into slightly despairing dead-fish eyes.
"Senpaiiiii----"
Mash's panicked voice came through the communicator.
"What do we do, what do we do? Leonardo da Vinci, hurry and think of something! This time, there's no Goddess Nanshe to save the Master!!!"
"I-I'm trying to think of something too!"
Leonardo da Vinci's voice had become frantic as well.
At this rate, at this rate—
"We're going to get pancaked."
Just then—
"Saving a girl falling from midair ought to be a boy's responsibility, and then that can begin a moving love story—"
"And after that, they'll flirt while doing their utmost to repair the Singularity."
"However—"
The somewhat elderly-sounding voice spoke with great passion.
Fujimaru Ritsuka and Lawrence both looked over.
"Unfortunately! I'm a rather suspicious-looking middle-aged man!"
A middle-aged man dressed like a gentleman appeared between Lawrence and Fujimaru Ritsuka.
"Um, I don't know what's going on, but thank you anyway—"
While they were falling, Fujimaru Ritsuka thanked him first.
As for Lawrence beside him, she still wore a completely baffled expression.
"Huh? You thanked me first? A kid like you is either too thick-skinned or lacking in common sense, you know?"
The bearded man looked somewhat surprised.
"Still, for now, let's prepare for a safe landing!"
The middle-aged gentleman grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka and Lawrence by the arms, forcibly slowing their descent.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—