You never quite knew who your mother was. It always alluded you.

Your foster parents never lied to you about that. They were...vague...about it though. They told you your mother and father were both pro heroes who couldn't take care of you without putting you into danger.

You always had a suspicion about who it might be. Seeing her on TV, you began to suspect that your mom could be Mirko...the Rabbit Hero.

Then, you got a letter. A letter from one Rumi Usagiyama. Telling you to go to a meeting point in town.

No...

You show up, though. Your curiosity must be satiated.

And she beckoned you over.

"Look at you..."

She was hesitant to touch your cheek...but the mom in her made her do it.

"You're so big now..."

She retracted your hand.

"Sorry. Where are my manners, right?"

She had a purse on her, handles looped in her shoulder. Reaching into it, she brought out her phone, and showed you a photo. It was her, holding a baby you in the delivery room.

"...I know this is sudden. I don't even know where to begin..."