The mountain air was on a different level compared to the city. Sunlight pouring through the leaves created dappled patterns on the ground, and dry fallen leaves crunched and broke underfoot. The sound of birds chirping drifted from somewhere, and the sound of branches clashing echoed from all directions every time the wind blew.

Tsukasa's group definitely started from the entrance of the hiking trail. They followed the sketch map and chose directions confidently at the forks. But now, all that stretched out before them was a pile of bushes that felt embarrassing to even call a path.