Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

Endless was this forest path it seemed, winding and twisting at every bend it could. "Can we buy bicycles next time...?" Asobi dragged her feet along the dirt.

"If we can find someone who makes them this far out in South End," Hotaru remarked.

"As if old timey bikes are gonna go through these roads," Jotou staggered her foot onto the ground and kicked up dust. "Unless they’re enchanted."

"Oh yeah, bicycles in Jotou’s world have springy thingies," Asobi replied.

Fumeko raised a brow, "Springy thingies?"

"Suspension. It’s made for bumpy uneven roads like this," Jotou looked through the foliage that was beginning to clear up and the trees that grew more sparse.

The brunette’s scrutinous gaze switched over to the raven-haired woman, "Why do you know that?"

Asobi shrugged and hummed.

"Hey Sobi, you think when we were with Iridina we basically got a botched psychotherapy session that might’ve messed with some things?"

Asobi poked her wand under her chin, "Well she didn’t have a licence and I don’t think she’s legally doing that, but it’s probs nothing to worry about!"

"Yeah, silly me," Jotou, alongside everyone, made it out of the forest and into where the breeze blew past the grass. Further onwards were bumpy flatlands crowded by low-lying emerald-green grass and patches of flower meadows.

"Ahhmm..." Jotou fanned her hands out and walked off the path and into the grass as the wind blew against her lashes and through locks of her yellowish blonde hair, fluttering the blacks at the ends. She closed her eyes, took a breath and twirled around.