A Direct Hit

Emperor Jin made no waste as he haste toward the castle. He didn't have any race but the trace of someone that he knew, long he had not embraced. However, his face was not all smile as the wind graced. Under the onlookers' eyes, he made it toward the castle in no time, especially since he didn't bring any additional weights.

"Achoo!"

Ayumu suddenly sneezed out of nowhere. Her nose was slightly runny, it seemed like the extreme change in the atmosphere from the other plane had finally caught up to her. 

"Hey Madoku, do you have a tissue I can use?"

Madoku twitched her eyebrows before she said, "You are noble, don't you guys like to bring a fancy napkin or something?"

"Yeah... well, I lost them most of the time so I decided to not bring it anymore. Anyway, do you have it or not?"