Now, the main thing that was holding Satoko back from pedaling at her fastest was the fact that she was carrying the box of cream puffs she bought for her brother; while the basket did its job of holding it in place (albeit its small carrying capacity), there was the issue of making sure the box didn’t suddenly become airborne and quite possibly slam into the blonde’s face, no thanks to Newton’s third law of physics. Especially since the entire path form Okinomiya to Hinamizawa was completely downhill with multiple rolling slopes, she was forced to keep steady. Not only that, but the roads of Hinamizawa were quite rocky as well, since they were pretty much dirt and not paved at all.
In all honesty, she’d be more than happy to toss the box so she could pedal faster, plus she really didn’t think Satoshi deserved a sweet treat for lazing around all these weeks. She could use it as a projectile to throw Mion off balance, but seriously, what were the chances of throwing something she could barely hold with a single tiny hand with any sort of accuracy? Plus, wasting food was an awful thing to do in Satoko’s opinion. The only thing she could rely on, since her traps were ineffective (and also behind the Shrine, which was far from the Sonozaki Estate), was the little bit of hope that Mion’s legs would tire out before hers did, and maybe a shortcut down a cliff or forest if she could find one…?
Satoko tried to focus as much as she could while constantly moving her legs at the same time without wasting too many breaths. “Mion! The goal of every club member isn’t always to win, but to make sure you don’t lose so you can avoid punishment, right?! What are your stakes if I lose?!”
Mion zipped around each oncoming tree, she felt her speed gaining as the mountain slope grew steeper. Which meant Satoko would benefit from it as well. Even more than her. If she was going fast enough she wouldn’t have to pedal as hard and therefore tire less easily. She had to secure her place as the winner. Hinamizawa drew closer and closer. Shortly enough, they’d arrive.
She heard Satoko’s shrill voice address her from behind. Satoko was beginning to sound out of breath! Haha! She called back “If you lose-” ah, what was this? She was sounding a bit breathless herself; however, she continued at her usual loud volume, “-then you pay for the ice cream! We agreed on this, didn’t we?! And gloating rights!” Not paying was enough for her at the moment, she was enjoying this. She laughed a sharp laugh and returned her attention to in front of her.
She was no longer capable of keeping a steady breath through her nose and her throat was drying from the cold air. “Also, after this,” she paused to suck in a large amount of oxygen her lungs screamed for, “the loser has to make lemonade for us both!”