Just as even Josen's Supa Saiyan stomach was trembling, Flower's expression suddenly changed.
"Oh no, my wallet! It looks like it's already been stolen..."
Hearing Flower's startled cry, Josen shifted his gaze and locked straight onto a filthy little Indian brat who had just been about to slip out from under Kakyoin's arm.
"It's fine. I got it back."
Josen pinned the little thief who had just scored his prize with one hand, reclaimed Flower's wallet, and kicked the kid in the backside as punishment.
"Ouch!"
The little Indian brat Josen had kicked away landed in the crowd, picked himself up with practiced ease, and took off running, his face bearing an indifferent expression that said, "This lot's too tough. On to the next."
"Damn it! Don't get your snot on my luggage-aaaaah!"
"Aaaaaah-"
The burly Frenchman who could defeat a demon with a single blow let out a miserable howl unlike any he had ever made before, yet the cause of it all was a grubby little Indian brat with a long string of snot dangling from his nose.
He looked at the screaming Mr. Popo with simple but puzzled eyes, his uncomprehending gaze seeming to say-
What's all the fuss about? You ignorant outsider~~
Watching it all, Abududu blended seamlessly into the bustling crowd, a proud smile appearing on his face. "Well? It's a wonderful country, isn't it!"
"This is India's unique charm!"
Kolkata already had over eleven million permanent residents in the twentieth century.
In this city, there was a family beneath almost every large tree along the roadside. Those homeless citizens at the bottom of society lived on the open streets with their entire families in tow, accepting it gladly even when torrential rain poured down.
The whole city was filled with a powerful energy