Kenta

Kenta glowers at the foreign kid who smashed his record, and is about to follow him when the sound of a dozen windows shattering makes him whip around. His combat senses kicked in. He wasn't an expert, but you can't lead a mercenary band in Academy City without having been in a fight; not merely horseplay with angry school boys, but battles between ESPers and baton-wielding security guards determined to bring you down.

"No smoke or fire...an ESPer power?"

But his attempts at deduction are irrelevant. The psychic scream rips through his mind, demanding that he STOP. Everything in his head comes to a halt--thoughts, insecurities, the loss of his hard-won arcade record...

Then his mind jerks back into working order, dulled by a strange sense of tranquility. Even the sight of that psychotic, hand-disintegrating thug from yesterday doesn't scare him. In fact, why not go say hello?

The fact that his legs are moving him right past Cale towards Jirou barely registers in Kenta's muffled mind.