Hiroshi Yagyuu and Kunimitsu Tezuka also pushed their way through the crowd.
Compared to Hiroshi Yagyuu, whose clothes were already disheveled and whose hair was standing on end, Kunimitsu Tezuka walked over with a cold, don't-approach-me expression on his face. Wherever he passed, pedestrians instinctively gave him a wide berth, yet not a single speck of dust touched him, save for a tiny smudge on the hem of his coat.
Random Passerby A: *For some reason, my legs just started moving on their own, and now I want to go run laps around a track.*
Chapter 502