Chiaki's POV
Today was the day we were finally being transferred somewhere "safe." At least, that was what the Princess told us. Whether that safety actually existed or not… well, that was another question entirely. Still, compared to everything we had already gone through, I supposed we didn't really have the luxury of being picky.
The moment we arrived at the departure point, my students immediately froze.
Their reactions were… understandable.
"W-What the hell? Why are there helicopters here?" one of my students blurted out, his voice cracking halfway through the sentence as his eyes practically popped out of his head.
And honestly?
Fair question.
Right there in front of us were helicopters. Real ones. Huge metal machines with spinning rotors and sleek bodies that looked almost identical to the ones you'd see back on Earth. If someone had blindfolded me, dropped me here, and told me I was standing at some military airfield back home, I probably would've believed them.
