For his own reasons, Toru had brought himself to the area beyond Noodle Alley. Loyalty to Kiriko? A belief that if the strongest fell, the others would soon follow? Lingering emotions from an earlier time in the year? It hardly mattered- he knew the epicenter of violence was here, and this was a region where Reizo frequented.
There was little chance the others would coordinate with him, the way things were.
He was an odd fit for the place, too. The sheltered, weak, fragile being looked as though he had blown into the alleys by mistake, carried on the autumn wind with the rest of the rubbish. No delinquent or regular of the streets. Just a kid whose serious attitude about a world that should not exist had begun to bleed into the world he tried to ignore.
Then the noise came, and he ran. A prey animal in the predator's world, it was the only thing he could do in the face of real danger. He had no idea where to go, where to avoid, only that he had to keep himself alive and he had to help save Reizo. Dark browns and greys, bags of trash, wide-eyed and huddled denizens of the district- they all rushed past Toru in his suddenly terrified dash.
It carried him right into Kouchisei. Though he saw the familiar back and dimly registered it as potentially an ally, he could not stop. Momentum and terror sent him crashing into the older boy's back.