Damsel in distress

There were over 7 billion people and only a tiny fraction of them made sprinting their skill and passion. If everyone trained and was tested, there would be many hidden gems more talented than Usain Bolt and Hikaru.

However, it was unbelievable. Nagisa already had much praise for Hikaru.

"What are you saying!" Nagisa said.

Hikaru began walking out.

"Where are you going?" Chisato called out.

"Gym."

'The gym? So he trains? He doesn't look like he has any muscle.'

Yet, he still ran that fast. It defied common sense.

"Ah-ahh Hikaru, what about your contact details! Let's keep in touch!" Nagisa yelled after him.

He said something important before Chisato forgot to ask.

'That's right. Then I can get his phone number off dad!' Chisato's inner self thrust her fist and cheered.

She didn't have the guts to ask for his phone number.

Although she was 23 years old and the age of consent is 13, it was still frowned upon by society but less so regarding a female who was older than the teenager. Still, these things are only sought after in the dark like in anime, hentai or porn.

Who would give up on a younger David Beckham, Ryan Gosling or Zac Efron?

"No need. I'll visit."

"Then enjoy the rest of your evening!" Nagisa happily replied.

Worst-case scenario, Nagisa could find where he lives by memory.

Grinning, he waved with one hand while the other rested behind his back.

Chisato's face was sulking.

They watched Hikaru walk along their fence until he disappeared out of sight.

Chisato's face became perplexed.

'Not only can he run fast, but he can also jump high!'

That teenager was unbelievable. He had broken two world records. Chisato could imagine that he didn't show his full capabilities and that he could break many other world records.

'There has to be a secret.'

Chisato had to find out what it was.

***

Asahi was in an aisle in a popular convenience store called 24-seven. He was having a hard time choosing what flavour of chip snacks.

With the ghetto clothes he was wearing, he looked like a Mongolian barbarian that looked out of place in a Chinese food market.

They dedicated an entire shelf to the chips. Each packet was bright with colours and no flavour was the same. The titles looked like they were a 3-D optical illusion that would pop out any second.

Shuwa-Shuwa: cola flavoured corn chips. Taste like cola and fizzes like the drink. Has a salty aftertaste.

Kata-age Potato Aburi-Mentaiko Flavour: "hard fried potato with the flavour of broiled walleye pollack roe." Mentaiko is fish roe with salt and hot pepper seasoning, which is commonly found in Japan with rice.

Suppa-Mucho Premium Ponzu Flavour: (Suppa-Sour) Similar to salt and vinegar chips but with citrus flavour instead of vinegar and is seasoned with soy sauce dressing.

Potato Chips Soy Sauce & Mayo

Kara-Mucho Hot Chilli Flavour

Potato Chips Ume Flavour: Ume, which is a pickled plum, is also called Umeboshi. This flavour comes with a sour taste and a nice plum smell.

Pizza Potato

Wasabeef

Jagariko Potato & Butter Flavour

Potato Chips Nori-Shio Flavour

"What the f**k!"

Asahi kicked the shelf and left his leg there. The shelf shook violently when he kicked it and a couple of bags of chips fell.

"Why are there so many flavours? They probably all taste like shit, anyway!"

The skinny male clerk saw this but avoided confronting the gangster as that will probably blow up the problem, and he was the only one on the night shift.

*Bing Bong*

The sound of the bell rang when the sliding entrance doors opened.

An attractive curvy figure entered Asahi's side view.

He turned his head and started checking her out.

She was getting a Slurpee from a machine.

Her face was alright, but it was her bust that was exceptional. Double Ds are pretty rare to see.

Asahi put his foot down and then dug his hands into his pockets. He seemed to vibrate while staring at her.

The clerk could get a good look at what Asahi was doing. He could see a bump in his crotch that was moving up and down.

When she took a glance at him, he stopped shaking. Then when she looked away from him, his trembling returned. He licked his lips while tracing her curves with his eyes.

He had waited for a long time. Tonight was the night.

***

Hikaru started walking in the direction of the shopping strip in the centre of the town. It was about a 25-minute walk, but he didn't mind. He had to wait for his body to heal a bit before going to the gym.

Why the gym?

Hikaru wanted to quantify the limits of his strength and set benchmarks, so he could measure his progress in getting stronger.

It was unknown if the parasites could get stronger than how they started with.

He could also start strength training to build muscle mass.

It was getting late at night and there was hardly anyone on the street.

It wasn't long before Hikaru started hearing a woman making noises in the dark alley he was approaching.

A man was wearing a white half-sleeved dress shirt and black office pants on the other side of the street who had a view into the alley.

He saw what was going on. He had a bewildered expression, but his face went cold and apathetic. Furthermore, he turned his head and kept walking.

Hikaru got closer to the alley and finally saw the black outline of a man and a woman struggling.

"Someone help! Help me!"

It was dark, but the silhouettes still told the story of a man pulling the woman's clothes and smothering himself over her. One could see her black brassiere.

But like a harsh film critic, Hikaru wasn't moved. He watched coldly and then turned to peek at the other person's reaction from across the street.

The other man walked on as if he had seen nothing. He didn't even take out his phone to call the police. His brown briefcase bobbed in the air.

Not that he didn't feel bad, he just didn't want to get involved.

An antagonistic social pressure called the bystander effect clouded his judgement as well.

He wanted to keep things simple as it's always been, go back home to his wife and kid, eat, use what little time he has left to read a book, sleep and wake up to work the next day.

What's happening now was a dark side of life, he was too afraid to invite trouble.

Typical.