Having witnessed a traffic accident right in front of him, Wataru found himself shaken for a while.
He ran through the back streets, his whole body tense, and by the time he finally reached the Jizo statue, he felt a heavy mental fatigue weighing on him.
Isn't there a lack of awareness that they're moving a hunk of metal at high speed? If old folks can barely drive safely, they should just give up their licenses. The government should also do a better job of testing cognitive abilities.
There were plenty of things he wanted to say. But more than that, he was worried about whether his true identity would be discovered, or if the existence of the potion would be revealed.
