It was over in 5 seconds. Chinese tourist kun laid on the ground, broken, his fidget spinner on the verge of cracking apart.

The fact that tourist kun wasn't in worse shape was one that was worthy of praise. Taking a full on [Giga burst], as the opponent had called it, would have most certainly crippled even the strongest of humans. It appeared that tourist kun was better than I had given him credit for.

The pretty faced opponent, on the other hand, was very much unharmed.

Towering over his defeated foe, the pretty faced opponent was like an artist critiquing his half completed work, his face a mixture of anger and disatisfaction.

"Why aren't you dead?" Said the pretty faced opponent, who resorted to kicking tourist kun in a sad attempt to comfort himself. "That was 30% of my power you asshole! 30%!"

If anyone had any justification for the pretty faced opponent's actions, they must had flew out of the window by now.

This guy was a villain type, through and thorough. Even he had a my-children-always-do-good mother, I doubt that she would be delusional to the extent that she could see her own son as something other than a villain.

It was at this moment that tourist kun's flight or fight response activated. Using his sudden boost in power to good use, tourist kun threw the pretty faced opponent away from him, giving him the opportunity to escape.

In essence, tourist kun surrendered the battle, leaving the boy to his untimely demise.

For those of you who would push tourist kun back into battle:

Running away from a battle you jumped into does reek of cowardice, yes, but considering the strength of his foe, tourist kun can't really be blamed.

Think a human pitted against a giant steamroller. If you don't have magic powers to back you up, you jolly well run.

Having taken a mild liking to tourist kun, I silently cheered him on as he made his escape.

Unfortunately, tourist kun didn't make it very far - he only made it to my side. Suddenly, as if he were an enunch kowtowing in front of a chinese emperor, tourist kun collasped dramatically.

Pointing to the obsidian fidget spinner by my side, tourist kun asked:

"You an...autist?"

No need to be so blunt...

"Uh huh."

I replied nonchanlantly, masking the cringe from my face. I swear, the term "austist" always gets me, no matter how many times people say it. Can't they just call us fidget spinists? Ah, screw it, let terrible naming conventions be terrible naming conventions...

Caught up in my inner monologuing, I didn't pay much attention to tourist kun, who was saying something to me, apparently.

"Help...Yukino...Please..." tourist kun seemed to say.

Sorry bud, but I'm not the type to help other people just for the sake for it. Did standing here impassively for the past 5 minutes not tip you off?

Then again, if I don't step in soon, two people are probably going to be murdered in front of my eyes. As much of a douchebag I am, I still have some compassion within me. Besides, I'm going to need a guide around this city. Tourist kun might do. Fidget Spinning in the mountains for 2 years does dull your senses ya know. Don't think I'm a 4 year old spanish girl who owned an all-knowing map either.

Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.

Having successfully convinced myself, I gave tourist kun a thumbs up. 

Nodding to him, I whipped out my fidget spinner and headed towards the pretty faced opponent. Surprisingly, the pretty faced opponent was in the same place as tourist kun left him. By the looks of it, he might had suffered a concussion, a concussion I could had taken advantage of was I not preoccupied with my thoughts.

Huh, if tourist kun had stood his ground, he would had won. Unbelievable.

Whatever, hindsight is 20/20; I of all people should know.

Already rising to his feet, the pretty faced opponent glared at tourist kun, as if to say I'll kill you, retard! You'll regret harming my precious body!

How typical.

Like the typical antagonist he was, pretty faced kun rushed towards tourist kun in blind rage, not seeing the giant tupperware closet [STAND] that blocked his path. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my [STAND] is a literal tupperware closet. Be disappointed with me, everyone!

What my closet [STAND] lacked in aesethics was made up by its combat skill however. Closet chan absolutely deciminated pretty kun's bull [STAND]. Invisible hands pumelled the bull [STAND] before pretty kun could even react, flinging his body halfway across the street.

"Uwwahhh!" pretty kun screamed as he coughed out blood. "Wha...who the hell did this?"

"Me, a goddamn random stranger on the street." I responded, probably in the most uncool way possible.

"You...Unforgivable! You made a champion bleed!"

And its okay to hurt other people why?

"Thats it, I'm unveiling my ultimate technique, [GIGARU STRIKE]!"

Its horns empowered by a deadly purple aura, pretty kun's bull [STAND] somehow looked far more intimidating then it did before. It charged towards closet chan, a wrathful gaze in its eyes. From afar, tourist kun was telling me to dodge.

Dodge? From this a childish attack? You gotta be kidding me. I'll show you a real ultimate attack. Don't blame me if you get wrecked by 10% of my [OPEN CLOSET CANNON]...along with the people around us? Hold up, I can't use my ultimate attack here! There are way too many bystanders. I'll kill like ten people and a hotdog stand. Was this why my father didn't use his ultimate attack back then? Because I was stupidly standing there? Thats sick kar...

...ma.

Two giant horns jutted out of closet chan's chest, sending a wave of excruciating pain down my body. Having taken the full burnt of [GIGARU STRIKE], closet chan looked like it was in a state of total disrepair, like some german kid who had his electronics destroyed did a number on it. I was no better.

Lying on the ground in a pool of blood, I struggled to even lift my fidget spinner. In my peripheral vision, I could see pretty kun mocking me, the smug grin on his face accentuating my pain. You know what? Fuck you. I was going to go easy on you but I'll be damned if I don't smash your face in right now.

Using my last burst of strength, I dialled up my fidget spinner to its maximum speed: 1000 SPS. It took a single instant for the battle to end. Hundreds of phantom fists relentlessly tore through pretty face kun's [STAND], their movement so fast, pretty kun didn't even had time to register the pain. And just like that, with his bull [STAND] utterly destroyed, pretty face kun crumpled up and fell, the number of fist imprints in his body too many to count.

He was still alive of course, only by a hair's breath. 

I can't say the same for me though. Unleashing the true power of my fidget spinner caused me to lose way more blood than an anime protagonist is allowed to lose and with two holes pierced through my body, I don't think I'm going to make it.

I spent two years fidget spinning only to die at the first opponent I faced huh...how tragic...please tell the author of my universe that he can go watch Boku no Pico forever...in english dub...and oh, heres comes the blacking out...