[ Minato winces at the yell, while the boar charges, the pounding of feet evident in the stark contrast of tentative, agitated footfalls just moments prior. What do we do? Run, of course— he hopes Tamaki doesn't need any more prompting to run, away from the woods that is the boar's home, away from the huts that people are staying in, away from the beach with sand that makes it hard to run and the edge of the world that would make it impossible to go further—
there's an idea, though.
Minato heads towards the beach at edge of the world. ]
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there's an idea, though.
Minato heads towards the beach at edge of the world. ]