I wasn't going to upload this, but... well, why not? ”Okay, we’re here!” Fujiyama–sensei’s loud voice was useful to him during the school’s morning assemblies, for it could reach all the way to the back of the auditorium without the assistance of a microphone. Within the narrow bus, however, it caused everyone’s ears to ring.
”The group you belong in is listed on the printout I gave you before we left. Your leaders will be wearing arm bands with their names on it, so find them using that and stick with your group. After that, listen to what your leader tells you. That is all.”
Mimi looked down at the official–looking printout in her hands. In felt–tip pen was handwritten, “Kido Group (Leader: 6th Grade, Jyou Kido)”
(...) ”Hey, Sora!”
Lowering the empty buckets she held with both arms, Sora stopped walking down the stone steps leading to the water supply to see the person who had called out to her coming up. It was Kenji, the self–proclaimed “Akita of Odaiba,” who played defense on Sora’s soccer team.
”What is it?” Sora asked him.
”Do you know where Taichi is? I can’t find him anywhere.”
”No idea,” Sora said bluntly. “We’re in different groups, so of course I won’t know.”
”Oh,” Kenji nodded in understanding, but he grumbled under his breath as he continued his ascent up the stairs. Because of the smooth two–top coordination that Taichi and Sora showed within their soccer plays, he must have gotten the mistaken impression that they shared a telepathic link. Perhaps he thought Sora would use it to get Taichi to come flying out to see him.
When she reached the water supply, Sora turned on the faucets to fill the two buckets. A small brook gurgled nearby, but due to sanitary conditions, their printouts had specifically pointed out (underlined with a thick wavy line and everything) that they were to use the water from the water supply for cooking.
After the buckets were filled to the top, Sora grabbed one in each hand and climbed back up the stone steps. The weight of the buckets made her arms feel like they were being pulled from their sockets.
Normally this task would have been left to the boys, while the girls were assigned easier work (such as cutting vegetables, or gossiping as they gathered firewood). However, Sora disliked doing such things. As a person who ordinarily never wore a skirt if she could help it, she consciously denied her position as a girl. Such masculine traits of hers were only further reinforced after she’d joined the all–male soccer club.
Sweat began to appear on Sora’s brow, and she lowered the buckets onto the ground to wipe it with her arm. Bothered by the hair that clung around her eyes, she took off her hat to fix the messy strands. Freed from its confines, her short hair stuck up in odd directions.
After resettling her hat in its rightful place, she squared herself and said, “Now then.”
The buckets held once again in her grasp, she was just about to continue climbing the stairs when she noticed Taichi above her, napping on the branch of a thick tree with his arms propped behind his head. “Taichi, what are you doing over there?”
Not bothering to move his posture, Taichi simply lifted his head to look down in Sora’s direction.
”Nothing,” he answered lazily.
Even when she said, “Kenji was looking for you,”
”Oh, okay,” was his sluggish reply.
Deducing that Taichi was slacking off from his duties, Sora knew that anything she said to him when he was like this was futile.
from Digimon Adventure Novel 1