They ran.
Not far. Just far enough to round a corner and press themselves against a lantern post that had absolutely no intention of hiding anyone. Keahi peeked around it. Hikari stood on her toes and tried to be stag in the thin lamp’s shadow, as if that sohow helped. Esen pretended to read a posted flyer about a late-night show with the intensity of soone who actually cared about live entertainnt.
Back in front of the shop, Kori and Kenzo stood in the space the eight of them just freed.
Kenzo looked down at his ledger. Then at Kori. Then back at the ledger, like it might explain what just happened.
"Uhm... Well... We could start with the east row" he said. "Those back alleys sotis flood, because the valves beca rusty. I wanna make sure everything’s in Order. Alteea sent ."
Kori nodded. Nodding was the only thing her face could do right now without betraying everything underneath it.
They started walking.
"They’re walking" Feris whispered.
"Incredible" Esen made an exaggerated shocked expression. "Legs. In use! Can you believe that!?"
"Shut up" Arashi whispered. "They look so good together..."
They did. Kenzo’s pace slowed half a step to match Kori’s. Kori pointed at a loose grating and Kenzo crouched to check the bolts. They talked the way people talk when they share a language built from long training hours, hard work and the stubborn kind of affection that grows between people who refuse to accept it.
The eight royal scholars followed with all the stealth of a typical parade.
They hid behind a paper fan stall. They hid behind a street musician who didn’t really care much. They cramd into the doorway of a photo booth – all of them. Feris slipped on the step, Arashi caught her arm before she hit the ground, and the booth took four fras before anyone realized it was running. In three of them, Ichiro’s expression didn’t change once. The fourth one was basically him squeezed against the wall.
They watched Kori and Kenzo inspect a back-door latch together, two sets of hands working on the sa bolts without getting in each other’s way. They watched Kenzo listen to a vendor swear everything was fine, and Kori ask three questions that made everything "less fine". They watched them share a skewer because suddenly, the vendor decided they needed one. (mostly to fill their mouths)
Kori’s ears were pink. Visible from thirty ters away.
At one point, Kenzo reached past her to test a hinge and his arm ca close enough to her shoulder that Kori went completely still – just for a fraction of a second. Then she snapped back, tapped the hinge herself, and said sothing that made Kenzo laugh. Not his polite laugh the eight were used to, the one they heard in the training hall. His real one - short, surprised, like she caught him off guard and he didn’t mind.
Feris grabbed Keahi’s arm. "Did you see that."
"We all saw that" Keahi said.
"Are we the worst?" Raizen asked quietly. "Or just-"
"Investigative" Arashi said.
"The worst" Lynea concluded.
Hikari wiped a sugar flake from her cheek. "They seem happy."
Kori and Kenzo crossed to the next block. The eight bounded after them in a coordinated near-catastrophe. A hostess yelled at them to watch the steps. A paper balloon bumped Esen’s head and bobbed away.
They looked inside a storefront window, pretending to study a row of carved good-luck charms.
Their reflections looked back. Except for Esen, who had his face pressed on the glass, flattening his nose.
Arashi saw himself in the reflection and decided his collar needed straightening.
"Nine ’o clock" Esen whispered.
"What’s that even supposed to an!?" Feris hissed.
"He ans left" Arashi flicked Esen’s head.
They tracked Kori and Kenzo into a narrow service lane where the Glowline stopped performing at every step and turned more practical. Stacked boxes. Sturdy locks. Signs and instructions on walls. Kenzo crouched to check a drain. Kori tested a latch and looked up -
Then her eyes shifted, and found Raizen’s. Cold, still visible across the distance.
She didn’t flinch. She let out one slow breath through her nose and nothing more. But Raizen saw it and understood her ssage imdiately.
"Abort" Raizen whispered, but his voice sounded like a strangled squeal.
Too late.
Kenzo’s mouth made a small shift – the corner tilted - the smallest possible lift, which for him counted as a full grin. He leaned toward Kori without breaking eye contact with a vent. "They think we can’t see them, huh?"
"They think a lantern post is a wall" Kori sighed.
Raizen straightened and started walking forward with the dignity of a man who happened to be in this exact alley for entirely unrelated reasons. Keahi followed with a cough that failed to sound casual. Hikari tried to hide behind Arashi, which would have worked if Arashi were fatter. But the guy had the waist of a ballerina.
"You’re all hopeless" Kori shouted across the distance. Her voice sounded warm, but had a sharp edge to it.
Kenzo checked his ledger and ticked a couple of boxes. "Good to know we have backup if a valve tries to escape."
"We were... Hm... We were just confirming your route" Arashi said, face perfectly straight. "For safety purposes."
Feris nodded with far too much sincerity. "We’re just responsible, like that."
Hikari held up the photo strip from the booth. "We really planned to take this."
Kori took it. Looked at the fras - Hikari mid-slip, Raizen mid-catch, Ichiro stone-faced and squished against the wall, the rest cramd into the background in various states of disaster. She looked at it long enough to make all of them feel uncomfortable.
A smile twitched on her mouth.
"Fra it" she said, handing it back. "Proof that you once had a day."
Hikari tucked it into her chest pocket, whispering to Keahi that she’ll never fra it. Keahi answered "I’ll burn it if you want"
Kenzo tapped his pencil against the ledger. "Last row" he said to Kori. "Then I’ll go back to being a normal civilian."
"You don’t know how" Kori answered, and it didn’t sound like a criticism.
She turned to the eight of them. "You lot – go eat sothing that isn’t ration bars, so you won’t argue with about tonight’s dinner."
Arashi pointed at his own mouth. "Let guess. Vegetables with rice again?"
"Just go" Kori said, nodding toward the square where the noise, lights and the sll of food pulled at everything. "Enjoy yourselves. Call it reconnaissance."
Then her eyes sharpened - one clean look that said "and if you follow us again I will make drills so boring you’ll cry."
"Reconnaissance" Esen repeated, already turning. "I’m good at that."
Feris grabbed his sleeve and pulled him toward the dumpling stall before it sold out. Arashi drifted after them. Keahi walked with Lynea, talking about sothing that for once had nothing to do with combat. Ichiro fell into step beside Hikari, slow and quiet. Raizen paused for half a second, looked back at Kori and Kenzo standing together at the mouth of the service lane one last ti - two people who had spent years being the best near each other and were only now figuring out what that ant.
Kori caught him looking. Raised one eyebrow, a gesture that said "What’re you staring at?"
Raizen quickly looked away and started walking.
The Glowline swallowed them - drums, steam, too many choices and the bright, loud, stupid joy of a free afternoon with no drills and nowhere to be. Hikari laughed at sothing Esen said and covered her mouth, trying not to spit a candied apple.
Arashi bought fried dumplings and handed them out without comntary, which was the most generous thing he’d done all month. Keahi ate hers in one big bite and went back to Arashi for seconds. Of course, he instantly turned away, lying. "I don’t have any money left-" But Keahi already pulled a blue bill from his pocket, smiling innocently.
Lynea held one in both hands and ate it slowly, carefully, like she was morizing the taste of a day that belonged only to fun.
Raizen bit into his. The grease burned his lip but he didn’t care. He looked at the seven of them spread across the street - laughing, arguing about which stall to hit next - and sothing in his chest loosened. Not all the way. But enough.
Behind them, far enough back that it didn’t count as watching, Kori and Kenzo turned down the last row. Kenzo’s sleeve brushed Kori’s once.
She didn’t pull away.
...And neither did he.
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