You are running-dashing fast, almost as if you’re life depends to, as the forest of tall, green bamboo whooshes past your vision and blurs into a wave of green. You push yourself, your legs, your muscles, cutting through the wind as they carry you. You don’t even have the time to notice you’re running into someone. He looks at you, from what you see for a moment, is like a tall flame with a grin, but it’s only seconds after that you crash into him.