Dumb
編集者: Henyee Translations
Fukumoto Lina's low growl made Michiko Matsuyama's facial expressions even more sinister. She climbed up from behind a hidden bush. Due to the weight of her luggage on her back, she was pressed down for too long. When she got up, Michiko Matsuyama felt that half of her shoulders had lost feeling.
Holding the gun in one hand, she used her left shoulder, which had lost all feeling, to rub against a rough tree bark. As she moved, she replied coldly to Fukumoto Lina, "If we continue to wait now, we'll waste more time.
"While there's still a chance to make up for it, we must retreat immediately and hurry up to find the 40 coordinates!"
She was glad that the rules of this competition allowed them to get one point for finding a coordinate. If they couldn't find anything within six hours, their score would be zero.