“Exactly! That’s the whole point of our observation,” Satoru replied quickly. “Most solid things are some kind of crystal, right? So if we can change the shape of a water crystal without melting it, it might be possible to change other things a lot more freely than we can now.”
“Hmm…” Ryou said contemplatively.
He seemed to have no immunity against Satoru’s made-up stories and swallowed the explanation hook, line, and sinker. There was no way he had ever been close friends with us.
“I see. So you want me to check behind the school?”
“Yeah, please. We’ll be looking in the front. Oh, also, once you start the observation, you can’t stop in the middle. If you do, you’ll have to start all over.”
“Alright,” he said, and left.
“You’re so evil,” I complimented him from the bottom of my heart.
“What? It was the best solution.”
We walked boldly out of the school and to the dock. The wind stung the parts of my ears that weren’t covered by my hat, and it was snowing slightly.
Satoru had to go home and get some tools. Maria and I took Hakuren 4 to Mamoru’s house. The air was colder than the water in the canal, so wisps of steam hovered around us. There were sheets of ice in some places that we had to break through with our cantus, and they knocked against the canoe as we passed. I felt like we were steering an icebreaker through the Arctic Ocean.
“Do you have any ideas why Mamoru ran away?” I asked.
Maria thought for a moment. “I don’t know…he just seemed a little depressed recently.”
I had gotten that feeling as well.
“Why? Did anything happen?”
“No, nothing serious. I think I was the only one who noticed anything.”