To be honest, I have absolutely no sense of direction.
Some time ago, when Satoru and I were wandering through the queerat nest, I remember saying that I wasn’t good at remembering the twists and turns of the tunnels. It’s actually a lot worse than that. The truth is that I wouldn’t even be able to get from one place to another in my own town if it weren’t for the street signs on the canals.
“…hmm, is this the right direction?”
Unlike me, Satoru has the navigational abilities of a homing pigeon, but since we were following a different path from the previous trip, he often stopped to make sure we were going the right way.
“It’s right. I think,” I agreed.
It’s not like I could actually tell, so I couldn’t respond in any other way. But that seemed to annoy Satoru.
“Saki…you’re not even really thinking about it, are you?”
“That’s not true.”
“You sure about that?”
“I told you I thought about it.”
Satoru shook his head disbelievingly and continued climbing the hill, grumbling to himself. I followed in his tracks.
I felt pretty optimistic about the situation. I thought that as soon as we arrived at Maria’s snow hut, our mission would be half completed. Plus, joining up with Satoru was an accomplishment too.
“Huh? I thought we passed through here before?”
As we crested a snowy peak and left the bamboo forest, a familiar scenery appeared before us.
“Did we get it wrong? We did leave skii tracks in the area last time.”
Satoru looked disappointedly at the powdery snow all around us. In just one day, enough snow had piled up to erase our tracks.
“No, it’s the right place. I’m positive!”
I was confident, but Satoru said slowly, “Why do you say that?”