[ 'Manjoume Thunder' though he may be, that doesn't mean Manjoume particularly enjoys getting caught out in a storm.
(even if his coat probably appreciates getting some of the old soy sauce washed out)
But enjoy it or not, he's managed to - because the only thing predictable about the weather, apparently, is that everything predicted by the forecast will turn out to be wrong. He's also more focused on remedying that and going somewhere to fix the kind of depressingly wilted buzzsaw he calls hair than on things like. You know. Watching where the hell he's going.
Which means someone just got crashed into at Manjoume's full speed, and with his full weight - albeit neither of them are particularly impressive - and he's now going to be jumping back like some kind of bedraggled, angry cat. ]
Oi, watch where you're going!
[ Says the guy who was running with his head down. ]