3. Not so Much of Suspicions
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Nobody notices anything different of course.
It was completely ordinary that whenever a certain informant swings by Ikebukuro, street lamps and sign posts and maybe the occasional vending machine would be found uprooted and looted, and nobody would bat an eyelash anymore when there was a blonde bartender who started screaming and lifting objects no ordinary- err, typical person could pick up, while a brunette in a fur trim jacket would be bouncing around the buildings as if he was a man bitten by a radioactive spider.
And the brunette never did get hit by any of the blonde's projectiles— at the last second, he manages to dodge it, gracefully twisting or jumping away as if he was an acrobat just practicing his moves in the middle of the street.
But it was not ordinary when the brunette would be hit- the spectators could count the time that such a thing happened on one hand— that is the only times that they remembered. But even so, it was a rare sight, and it was usually the time to turn their heads to the brunette instead of the blonde, momentarily forgetting to watch the livid bartender for any incoming projectiles that may come their way.
It lasted only a moment— blink and you'll miss it, or pictures or didn't happen. He gets back up so quickly and running away just fine, people sometimes wondered if they really did see the whole thing or if it was all just an act.
They were superhumans, and that was that to them.
Except maybe for one doctor and one fairy, who thinks that the brunette, as a normal human, should not be able to withstand such impact.
But then, when was the brunette a normal human to begin with?
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