Sunday morning. The background for this story could be described as normal, even blissful. However, the volatile wind stood out. Such was its power and frequency that humans` hat fell, their hair messed up, their papers flew. Despite the nuisance, nothing was ruining the general high spirits Japanese had always has.

A bike was speeding up from the top of a slope. The brakes were broken. The cyclist panicked, not knowing what to do. Her hand shook, and the bike trembled. Winds grazed her face, as they made her bike screech. She screamed from fear. Many noticed, but only one immediately took action. He reached inside his bag and pulled out the new present he bought for himself.

Holding the huge combat knife on his hand, he rushed towards the slope. Standing right in the middle of the road, he waited for the victim to get in range.

“A… Aaah! Get away! You`ll get hurt!” Many bystanders yelled, but he did not flinch. As soon as the screeching sound of the bike wheels became audible, Takumi cocked his arm behind; blue veins bulged under his skin. The knife was then hailed from his waist, with a spin technique, aimed slightly low. It ripped through the air, revolving with incredible speed. The rapid spin made the heavy knife followed a parabolic trajectory, striking the wheel frame with a loud clang. Its beefy blade jammed the movement, as sparks splattered where the steel grinded against the aluminum.

Friction won, and the bike toppled, shooting the girl on it forward. Takumi`s height allowed him to catch and cushion her with no more than scratches. The charging bike flew over his side before crashing into a tree, as Takumi helped her up. Walking away without saying anything, he recovered his knife and ran away while bystanders crowded the shocked young girl. Having inspected the battered bike closely, his instinct told him something seemed fishy.

At home, Takumi polished the knife while thinking. The steel quality was exquisite, so the blade was fine. His syndrome replayed the scene, and with the new ability to see from any angle, he investigated.

(The girl was from our school. Couldn`t see her full name, but she was Shiraishi, our student council president. The bike`s brakes seemed to be cut, since the point where the wire broke was too clean…)

While Takumi became lost in his deductions, not very far from there was a couple. Eirin was taking Kyoya to her home. It was a rather high-class apartment building. They entered the reception area. Everyone was going about their own business. Without warning, a blinding flash of light sparked with a deafening bang. Everyone gasped and cowered, covering their eyes. Kyoya, however, saw the person, and he held his bloodshot eyes open, charging at that direction. Seeing a small flame being lit, he crashed into the figure holding the lighter. That guy fell with all of his equipment, and Kyoya mounted him. Tears overflowed his eyelids as he fumbled for the arms, locking them down tight. The offender couldn`t struggle against Kyoya`s iron grip.

Police arrived, and the suspect was captured. Only 20 years old, he tried to terrorize this apartment block with a flash grenade and many fireworks rocket. Had he not been stopped, the rockets would have severely burned anyone who was in the ground floor.

The officer couldn`t help but shiver while he was interviewing Kyoya. Exiting the room, people avoided him wherever he stepped. His blood was boiling as he thought of what could`ve happened to certain people had he not been there. Kyoya clenched his fists so tight that the fingernails marked his skin.