Sunny day in the city Z. Everyday city noise, people scurrying back and forth through the streets. You're relaxing in a cool, shaded alleyway when you spot a guy in a suit: strange for casual wear, but perfectly acceptable for hero. The young man is just getting down from the tree, having removed the ball thrown by the children from the branch. As Satoru adjusts his helmet, the children stubbornly drag him to join the game.

"Oh, sorry, I can't. I have to patrol the streets. Maybe next time?"