When You Can't Just Say Anything

The car continued sliding forward at high speed. Pad searched for the driver, his face pale with anger, but all he could feel was the fierce wind pouring in through the window.

Melbourne, on the other hand, looked completely calm. He even had time to wipe down the bamboo flute he'd just used.

"The driver's gone!"

Pad shouted at Melbourne, who calmly nodded.

"I saw. It was a naughty kid. The driver must've gone to deal with him. He'll be back soon."

"A naughty... kid? There are bears in the middle of Yan Nation's city? I thought they only had them in cities over in Ursus..." Pad was beginning to doubt Melbourne's mental state. That flash of a shadow and the sharp crack on the roof had looked nothing like a bear. In fact, if he hadn't arrested so many soul-type and intangible Espers, he might've thought he'd seen a ghost!

"Not that kind of bear... I mean... a mischievous kid..." Melbourne thought for a while, then tried explaining in Victorian. Pad couldn't stop his face from twitching. He pointed at the roof.

"You mean some kid who wasn't following the traffic rules ran onto the road and got hit by this car?"

Realizing that the Superhero had probably imagined a child being tragically flung away by a car, Melbourne hurried to explain.

"No, no. He wasn't following the traffic rules, that's true, but the car didn't hit him. He tried to step on it to cross the road..."

"Do you want to listen to what you're saying?" Pad pulled out his phone and started looking up nearby psychiatric hospitals. Melbourne spread his hands helplessly.

"You'll understand once you've been in Yan Nation long enough. The scariest thing here isn't Martial Arts Masters sparring in the streets. It's those unruly