You’re an ordinary citizen, having met Speed-o-Sound Sonic in strange circumstances that involves getting into another one-sided fight with Saitama as a spectator. He thinks you’re weak and pathetic. Nothing to offer. Or so he believes at least. Because he still have his eyes set on you. You interest him in a way. And it bothers him.

“Hm?” Sonic looks up, already sensing your presence miles away as he polishes his ninjato. He had finally finished training. For now.