"...whispering words of wisdom, let it be~..." Aster hummed. He was thinking of lying down on the footpath with using his bag as the pillow but he became aware of another presence. The footsteps were heavy and laboured. Back to the wall of whatever shop was behind him, Aster moved cautiously until he reached the edge, perpendicular to the other side of the street. The sun still hadn't come up yet but the sky was turning greyer, illuminating by the second.
His eyes were weary and he was sweaty and sticky; his clothes clung to his skin and the wind sent chills as it blew past his exposed neck, covered in perspiration. '3...2...1!'
Aster dropped his back and spun around the edge, using the momentum from his rotation to land his left foot on the wall, striking it to start another simultaneous spin and increasing his height from the ground, landing a swift kick with the outside of his right foot on whoever-the-hell-it-could-be-a-shinigami. He landed dramatically after having spun full 360 degrees, right leg straight while the left knee bent at an ankle, right hand gripping his waist while the left near his face, clenched into a fist.
The kid on the ground on groaned, grabbing his stomach. He was crushed beneath his bag that contained enough provisions for migration and his cap had fallen off. He looked Asian and very young, with a round face despite his startling growth. Maybe a kid running from home, just like Aster? He bent down, feeling sad.
"Daijoubou, gaki?" (You all right, brat?)