[center][i][color=6ecff6]I stood in the room.

In my hands was ______, cold from having just touched it.

And in front of me lay ____.[/color][/i][/center]

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[color=6ecff6][center][h3]District 7[/h3][/center][/color]

It hadn't been long since he got outside. Though he spent a handful of his hours outside, not many of them were spent productively. He thought he spent it decently- though, he always heard that he seemed to waste some of his time. It wasn't that he wanted to not be productive- he was just preoccupied with a handful of thoughts already.

[i]"Don't get into trouble now, okay?"[/i]

Yes. His mother always told him to stay safe. He always tried to listen, of course, but he knew he also had to be flexible with any circumstance sent his way.

A moment ago, he stood by a takoyaki stand, having just paid for three takoyaki. He enjoyed takoyaki. No, enjoy was an understatement- he immersed himself with the taste of takoyaki. And as such, he waited, slightly more excited than he'd usually be. One could see him bob his head ever so slightly.

He would talk to the cook if he or she initiated a conversation. But as long as they made and focused on the takoyaki, he made sure not to disturb them. Such was the way of people who wanted the best of the best from such foods.

It didn't just apply for takoyaki, however. It applied for most foods and cooks. When he cooked at home, his family could talk with him, but most of the time, they would let him focus on some of the more intensive procedures he took to cook, especially ones he could hurt himself in. Even his sister, who spoke with him a lot, would get a lot quieter when he cooked.

Respect? Perhaps, but the principle of safety and quality stood more prominently for him.

His eyes remained fixated on the takoyaki stand.

Standing with his hands clinging to each other behind him, he quietly waited for his food. Takoyaki was a simple food, but also one that practically exploded delicacies as he chewed on it. He couldn't wait to eat it.

Unfortunately, a literal explosion erupted all of a sudden. And it did not come from the takoyaki stand, for sure.

Blinking, Jun Takachicho turned, the sound of an explosion unfamiliar to him. If he remembered correctly, the direction of the noise would be at MgRonald's direction, which was down a corner nearby.

[color=6ecff6][i]An accident?[/i][/color]

No, the explosion sounded extremely odd. He remembered hearing machines let out small explosions after having gone faulty, and that in itself was rather rare to hear. This sounded much more menacing, however.

Worry settling in his heart, he briefly glanced at the takoyaki stand's direction, only to find its owner... gone?!

Jun looked around hastily, though he ended up smacking his cheeks with his hands. He might've just been ripped off for a hundred yen, but there were more concerning matters.

Particularly, the sound that had disturbed the cook.

With his hood on, Jun Takachiho ran forward. He felt the wind blow through the gaps of his clothes, chilling the heat his body built slowly. Focusing solely on running, he silenced the entire world for himself. Only his footsteps rung like bells to his sense of hearing, yet to others, his feet made no sound at all.

Short breaths. One breath after another, he remained silent as he rushed past the streets. From his understanding, the source of a certain disruptive sound happened to be very close during his walk. So he ran with all he had.

The sound...

[right]...should be...[/right]

...right...

[center][i][color=6ecff6]...there.[/color][/i][/center]

A scooter. A scooter burst out of a window of MgRonald's.

That didn't look like an accident. Also, he swore he saw a bazooka in the restaurant for a moment, but he quickly paid attention to the scene.

Wondering what to do, his heart skipped a beat as his mind quickly began to process the situation. At the moment, he was much closer to where the scooter was headed, but there were people in MgRonald's. Not to mention, all the Anti-Skill officers at the scene could make things problematic if he used his ability too recklessly.

Seeing that the scooter was closer to him, he focused his attention on that instead. He had no idea who was riding the scooter- all he knew was that it came from a very damaged fast food restaurant, and it was about to swing itself over a car.

And now that he thought about it, there wasn't much he could do in the situation. He couldn't use his body because he didn't sport a particularly impressive physique, and he obviously couldn't run at the same pace as vehicles, even with his ability helping him. Coming up with a split moment decision, he simply raised a window-sized sound barrier in front of the scooter's aerial path. Ironic, considering it just broke through a window, but he had no time to think when he got there.